XXXIV. Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast, Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes : Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion crowns thy hopes. XXXV. 'Tis an old lesson; Time approves true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost: Still to the last it rankles, a disease, Not to be cured when Love itself forgets to please. XXXVI. Away! nor let me loiter in my song, For we have many a mountain-path to tread, To teach man what he might be, or he ought; If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught. larities of his college life, such phrases as 'the spoiler's art,' and 'spreading snares,' were in no wise applicable to them."MOORE.] ["Brisk Impudence," &c. MS.] XXXVII. Dear Nature is the kindest mother still, Though always changing, in her aspect mild; Her never-wean'd, though not her favour'd child. Where nothing polish'd dares pollute her path: Though I have mark'd her when none other hath, And sought her more and more, and loved her best in wrath. XXXVIII. Land of Albania! where Iskander rose, Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise, And he his namesake, whose oft-baffled foes Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize : Land of Albania! 1 let me bend mine eyes On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men! The cross descends, thy minarets arise, And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen, Through many a cypress grove within each city's ken. XXXIX. Childe Harold sail'd, and pass'd the barren spot, 1 See Appendix, Note [B]. 2 Ithaca." Sept. 24th," says Mr. Hobhouse, "we were in the channel, with Ithaca, then in the hands of the French, to the west of us. We were close to it, and saw a few shrubs on a brown heathy land, two little towns in the hills, scattered amongst trees, and a windmill or two, with a tower on the heights. That Ithaca was not very strongly garrisoned you will easily believe, when I tell, that a month afterwards, when the Ionian Islands were invested by a British squadron, it was surrendered into the hands of a sergeant and seven men." For a very curious account of the state of the kingdom of Ulysses in 1816, see Williams's Travels, vol. ii. p. 427.] Dark Sappho! could not verse immortal save That only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire. XL. 'Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve [wight. But loathed the bravo's trade, and laughed at martial XLI. But when he saw the evening star above Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe, And hail'd the last resort of fruitless love, He felt, or deem'd he felt, no common glow : And as the stately vessel glided slow Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount, He watch'd the billows' melancholy flow, And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont, More placid seem'd his eye, and smooth his pallid front. 3 1 Leucadia, now Santa Maura. From the promontory (the Lover's Leap) Sappho is said to have thrown herself. — ["Sept. 28th, we doubled the promontory of Santa Maura, and saw the precipice which the fate of Sappho, the poetry of Ovid, and the rocks so formidable to the ancient mariners, have made for ever memorable."-HOBHOUSE.] 2 Actium and Trafalgar need no further mention. The battle of Lepanto, equally bloody and considerable, but less known, was fought in the Gulf of Patras. Here the author of Don Quixote lost his left hand. 3 ["And roused him more from thought than he was wont, While Pleasure almost seemed to smooth his placid front." -MS.] XLII. Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills, Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak, Robed half in mist, bedew'd with snowy rills, Array'd in many a dun and purple streak, Arise; and, as the clouds along them break, Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer: Here roams the wolf, the eagle whets his beak, Birds, beasts of prey, and wilder men appear, And gathering storms around convulse the closing year. XLIII. Now Harold felt himself at length alone, His breast was arm'd 'gainst fate, his wants were few; Beat back keen winter's blast, and welcomed summer's heat. XLIV. Here the red cross, for still the cross is here, Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross? XLV. Ambracia's gulf behold, where once was lost GOD! was thy globe ordain'd for such to win and lose? XLVI. From the dark barriers of that rugged clime, Childe Harold pass'd o'er many a mount sublime, Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast XLVII. He pass'd bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake, 3 It is said, that, on the day previous to the battle of Actium, Antony had thirteen kings at his levee. -[" To-day " (Nov. 12.), "I saw the remains of the town of Actium, near which Antony lost the world, in a small bay, where two frigates could hardly manœuvre a broken wall is the sole remnant. On another part of the gulf stand the ruins of Nicopolis, built by Augustus, in honour of his victory."- Lord Byron to his Mother, 1809.] 2 Nicopolis, whose ruins are most extensive, is at some distance from Actium, where the wall of the Hippodrome survives in a few fragments. These ruins are large masses of brickwork, the bricks of which are joined by interstices of mortar, as large as the bricks themselves, and equally durable. 3 According to Pouqueville, the lake of Yanina: but Pouqueville is always out. |