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XCII. The parted bosom clings to wonted home, If aught that's kindred cheer the welcome hearth; He that is lonely hither let him roam, And gaze complacent on congenial earth. Greece is no lightsome land of social mirth ; But he whom Sadness sootheth may abide, And scarce regret the region of his birth,
When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side, Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died.
So may'st thou prosper where thy youth was rear'd, By every honest joy of love and life endear'd!
XCIV. For thee, who thus in too protracted song Hast sooth'd thine idlesse with inglorious lays, Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days: To such resign the strife for fading baysIll may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise ;
Since cold each kinder heart that might approve, And none are left to please when none are left to love.
Would they had never been, or were to come! Would he had ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam!
And grief with grief continuing still to blend,
Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
XCVIII. What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. Before the Chastener humbly let me bow, O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroy'd: Roll on, vain days ! full reckless may ye flow,
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoy'd, And with the ills of Eld mine earlier years alloy'd,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage.
Stanza j. line 6. The little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi. Along the path of the mountain, from Chrysso, are the remains of sepulcbres hewn in and from the rock: “One,” said the guide, “ of a king who broke his neck hunting." His Majesty had certainly chosen the fittest spot for such an achievement
A little above Castri is a cave, supposed the Pythian, of immense depth; the upper part of it is paved, and now a cowbouse.
On the other side of Castri stands a Greek monastery ; some way above which is the cleft in the rock, with a range of caverns difficult of ascent, and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias. From this part descend the fountain and the “ Dews of Castalie.”
And test ye at our “ Lady's house of wo."
Stanza xx. line 4. The Convent of “ Our Lady of Punishment,” Nossa Señora de Pe.na*, on the summit of the rock. Below, at some distance, is the Cork Convent, where St. Honorius dug his den, over which is his epitaph. From the bills, the sea adds to the beauty of the view.
* Since the publication of this poem, I have been informed of the misapprebension of the term Nossa Señora de Pena. It was owing to the want of the tild?, or mark over the ñ. wbich alters the signification of tbe word: with it, Peña signifies a rock; without it, Pena has the sense I adopted. I do not think it necessary to alter the passage, as though the common acceptation aftixed to it is “our Lady of the Rock," I may well assume the other sense from the severities practised there.
Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life.
Stanza xxi. line last. It is a well known fact, that in the year 1809 the assassinations in the streets of Lisbon and its vicinity were not confined by the Portuguese to their countrymen; but that Englishmen were daily butchered : and so far from redress being obtained, we were requested not to interfere if we perceived any compatriot defending himself against his allies. I was once stopped in the way to the theatre at eight o'clock in the evening, when the streets were not more empty than they generally are at that hour, opposite to an open shop, and in a carria;e with a friend ; had we not fortunately been armed, I bave not the least doubt that we should have adorned a tale instead of telling one. The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal: in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome average nightly, and not a Sicilian or Maltese is ever punished !
Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened !
Stanza xxiv. line 1. The Convention of Cintra was signed in the palace of the Marchese Marialva. The late exploits of Lord Wellington have effaced the follies of Cintra. He has, indeed, done wonders; he has perhaps changed the character of a nation, reconciled rival superstitions, and baffled an enemy who never retreated before his predscessors.
Stanza xxix. line 1. The extent of Mafra is prodigious ; it contains a palace, conveni, and most superb church. The six organs are the most beautiful I ever be held in point of decoration; we did not hear them, but were told that their tones were correspondent to their splendour. Ma. fra is termed the Escurial of Portugal.