«8 cuiloe iiarold’s pilgrimage.

lie sways a nation, turbulent and bold:

Yet here and there some daring mountain 'bandDisdain his power, .and from their rocky holdHurl their deiiancefar, noryield, unless to gold. ^

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Monastic Zitza ! 50 from thy shady brow.Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground!Where’er we gaze, around, above, below,What rainbow tints, what magic charms arefound !

Hock, river, forest, mountain, all abound,And bluest skies that harmonize the whole:Beneath, the distant torrent’s rushing soundTells where the volum’d cataract doth rollBetween those hanging rocks, that shock yetpleascthe soul.

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Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill^Which, were is not for many a mountain nighRising in lofty ranks, and loftier still.

Might well itself he deem’d of dignity.

The convent’s white walls glisten lair on highHere ^dwells the ealoyer ,^ 1 nor rude is he.Nor niggard of his cheer; the passer byIs welcome still; nor heedless will lie liceFrom hence, if he delight kind Nature’s sheen tosee.