CANTO !T.

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In themes of bloody fray, or gallant fight,But loath'd the bravo’s trade, and laugh’dat martial wight.

XU.

but when he saw the evening star aboveJ.cncadia’s far-projecting rock of woe,

Am! hail'd the last resort of fruitless love, 1 ^lie frit, or deem’d he felt, no common glow:And as the stalely vessel glided slowBeneath the shadow of that ancient mount,lie watch’d the billows’ melancholy How,And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,More placid seem’d his eye, and smooth hispallid front.

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Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania ’s hills,Dark Sulis’ rocks, and Hindus ’ inland peak,Uob’d half in mist, bedew’d with snowy rills,Arrav’d in many a dun and purple streak,Arise; and, as the clouds along them break.Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer:Den* roams the wolf, the eagle whets his heak,Birds , boasts of pro, and wilder men appear,And gathering storms around convulse the clo-sing year,