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Then resting from his labour, He sought his place of pride, For the ataghan and sabre Were shivered at his side.

III. Fair Venice, like a beauty, Arose from out the sea; The waves, with a sweet duty, Were proud her slaves to be: The fleets she sent to rove them Their empire seemed to know, With a favouring sky above them, A subject sea below: Now sent on warlike sallies, Now on some richer quest, The bold Republic's gallies Were known from east to west.

IV. Dalmatia's forest highlands Were searched for slaves and ore; The soft Ionian Islands Gave up their summer store; The olive, fig, and myrtle, All woods, the sweet and rare; Silks for the maiden's kirtle, Pearls for her shining hair; And myrrh in silver measures, And spices, oil, and grain, These heaped the merchant treasures She brought from off the main.