MOUNTAIN SCENEEY IN ALBANIA,
NEAR THE GULF OP AULON, LOOKING TOWARDS ANTIGONEA.
" Land of Albania! where Iskander rose,
Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise,
And he, his name-sake, whose oft-baffled foes
Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize ;
Land of Albania! let me bend mine eyes
On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men !
The cross descends, thy minarets arise,
And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen,
Through many a cypress grove within each city's ken."
Byron.
" Bear witness, Greece, thy living page,—
Attest it many a deathless age!
While kings, in dusky darkness hid,
Have left a nameless pyramid,
Thy heroes, though the general doom
Hath swept the column from their tomb,
A mightier monument command,
The mountains of their native land!"
Id.
" The sun's last rays are on the hill,
And sparkle in the fountain rill,
Whose welcome waters, cool and clear,
Draw blessings from the mountaineer:
Here may the loitering merchant Greek,
Find that repose 'twere vain to seek
In cities lodged too near his lord,
And trembling for his secret hoard."
" Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
Nature's volcanic amphitheatre,
Chimaera's Alps extend from left to right.
Id.
Id.
NEAR THE GULF OP AULON, LOOKING TOWARDS ANTIGONEA.
" Land of Albania! where Iskander rose,
Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise,
And he, his name-sake, whose oft-baffled foes
Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize ;
Land of Albania! let me bend mine eyes
On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men !
The cross descends, thy minarets arise,
And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen,
Through many a cypress grove within each city's ken."
Byron.
" Bear witness, Greece, thy living page,—
Attest it many a deathless age!
While kings, in dusky darkness hid,
Have left a nameless pyramid,
Thy heroes, though the general doom
Hath swept the column from their tomb,
A mightier monument command,
The mountains of their native land!"
Id.
" The sun's last rays are on the hill,
And sparkle in the fountain rill,
Whose welcome waters, cool and clear,
Draw blessings from the mountaineer:
Here may the loitering merchant Greek,
Find that repose 'twere vain to seek
In cities lodged too near his lord,
And trembling for his secret hoard."
" Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
Nature's volcanic amphitheatre,
Chimaera's Alps extend from left to right.
Id.
Id.