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      XLI.

      But when he saw the Evening star above

       Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,

And hailed the last resort of fruitless love, 14.B. He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow: And as the stately vessel glided slow143 Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount, He watched the billows' melancholy flow, And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,ex More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.

      XLII.

      Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,

Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,144 Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills, Arrayed 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,

       And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu;

Now he adventured on a shore unknown,145 Which all admire, but many dread to view: His breast was armed 'gainst fate, his wants were few Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet: The scene was savage, but the scene was new; This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet, Beat back keen Winter's blast, and welcomed Summer's heat.

      XLIV.

      Here the red Cross, for still the Cross is here,

       Though sadly scoffed at by the circumcised,

       Forgets that Pride to pampered priesthood dear;

       Churchman and Votary alike despised.

       Foul Superstition! howsoe'er disguised,

       Idol—Saint—Virgin—Prophet—Crescent—Cross—

       For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,

       Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss!

       Who from true Worship's gold can separate thy dross?