Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . Oh, that such hills upheld a free-born race !)Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills,Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant placeThough sluggards deem it hut a foolish chase,And marvel men should quit their easy chair,The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace,Oh ! there is sweetness in the mountain air,And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share. xxxr. More bleak to view the hills at length recede,And, less luxuriant, smoother vales extend ;Immense horizon-bounded plains succeed !Far as the eye discerns, withouten end,Spains rea
Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . Oh, that such hills upheld a free-born race !)Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills,Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant placeThough sluggards deem it hut a foolish chase,And marvel men should quit their easy chair,The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace,Oh ! there is sweetness in the mountain air,And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share. xxxr. More bleak to view the hills at length recede,And, less luxuriant, smoother vales extend ;Immense horizon-bounded plains succeed !Far as the eye discerns, withouten end,Spains realms appear whereon her shepherds tendFlocks, whose rich fleece right well the trader knows—Now must the pastors arm his lambs defend :For Spain is compassd by unyielding foes,And all must shield their all, or share Subjections woes. XXXII. Where Lusitania and her Sister meet,Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide 1Or ere the jealous queens of nations greet,Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide ? CANTO h childe hakolds pilgrimage 35. SIERRA MORENA Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ?Or fence of art, like Chinas vasty wall 1—Ne barrier wall, ne river deep and wide,Ne horrid crags, nor mountains dark and tall,Eise like the rocks that part Hispanias land from Gaul: childe harolds pilgrimage CANTO XXXIII. But these between a silver streamlet glides,And scarce a name distinguished the brook,Though rival kingdoms press its verdant leans the idle shepherd on his crook,And vacant on the rippling waves doth look,That peaceful still twixt bitterest foemen flow;For proud each peasant as the noblest duke :Well doth the Spanish hind the difference knowTwixt him and Lusian slave, the lowest of the low. XXXIV. But ere the mingling bounds have far been passd,Dark Guadiana rolls his power alongIn sullen billows, murmuring and vast,So noted ancient roundelays upon his banks did legions throngOf Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest :Here ceased the swift the
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