LITMIR.BIZ

      LII.

      Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;

       Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,

       Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,

       Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot:

But, peering down each precipice, the goatfc Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scattered flock, The little shepherd in his white capote 24.B. Doth lean his boyish form along the rock, Or in his cave awaits the Tempest's short-lived shock.fd

      LIII.

Oh! where, Dodona!151 is thine agéd Grove, Prophetic Fount, and Oracle divine? What valley echoed the response of Jove? What trace remaineth of the Thunderer's shrine? All, all forgotten—and shall Man repine That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke?152 Cease, Fool! the fate of Gods may well be thine: Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak? When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink beneath the stroke!

      LIV.

Epirus' bounds recede, and mountains fail;153 Tired of up-gazing still, the wearied eye Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye:154 Ev'n on a plain no humble beauties lie, Where some bold river breaks the long expanse, And woods along the banks are waving high, Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance, Or with the moonbeam sleep in Midnight's solemn trance.