Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . neer :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. XLIIL Now Harold felt himself at length alone,And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu ;Now he adventured on a shore unknown,Which all admire, but many dread to view :His breast was armd gainst fate, his wants were few ;Peril he sought not, but neer shrank to meet :The scene was savage, but the scene was new;This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet,Beat back keen winters blast, and welcomed summers
Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . neer :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. XLIIL Now Harold felt himself at length alone,And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu ;Now he adventured on a shore unknown,Which all admire, but many dread to view :His breast was armd gainst fate, his wants were few ;Peril he sought not, but neer shrank to meet :The scene was savage, but the scene was new;This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet,Beat back keen winters blast, and welcomed summers heat. XLIV. Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,Though sadly scofTd at by the circumcised,Forgets that pride to pamperd priesthood dear;Churchman and votary alike Superstition ! howsoeer disguised,Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross,For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss !AVho from true worships gold can separate thy dross ? CANTO II. childe harolds pilgrimage 91. Nicoroi is XLV. Ambracias gulf behold, where once was lostA world for woman, lovely, harmless thing !In yonder rippling bay, their naval hostDid many a Roman chief and Asian kingTo doubtful conflict, certain slaughter bring :Look where the second Caesars trophies rose : childe iiarolds pilgrimage CANTO 11. Now, like the hands that reard them, withering :Imperial anarchs, doubling human woes !God ! was thy globe ordaind for such to win and lose 1 XLVI. From the dark barriers of that rugged clime,Evn to the centre of Illyrias vales,Childe Harold passd oer many a mount sublime,Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales ;Yet in famed Attica such lovely dalesAre rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boastA charm they know not; loved Parnassus fails,Though classic ground and consecrated most,To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast. XLVII. He passd bleak Pindus, Acherusias lake,And left the primal city of the land,And onwards did his fu
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