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CANTO I.] Oh! may they still of transport dream,

And ne'er—at least like me—awake!

8.

Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,

With many a retrospection curst;

And all my solace is to know,

Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.

9.

What is that worst? Nay do not ask—

In pity from the search forbear:

Smile on—nor venture to unmask

Man's heart, and view the Hell that's there. Jan. 25. 1810.—[MS.]

LXXXV.

Adieu, fair Cadiz! yea, a long adieu!

Who may forget how well thy walls have stood?

When all were changing thou alone wert true,

First to be free and last to be subdued:

And if amidst a scene, a shock so rude,

Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye,

A Traitor only fell beneath the feud:N17

Here all were noble, save Nobility;

None hugged a Conqueror's chain, save fallen Chivalry!