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CANTO II.] Cold as the crags upon his native coast,

His mind as barren and his heart as hard,

Is he whose head conceived, whose hand prepared,

Aught to displace Athenæ's poor remains:

Her Sons too weak the sacred shrine to guard,

Yet felt some portion of their Mother's pains,N7

And never knew, till then, the weight of Despot's chains.

XIII.

What! shall it e'er be said by British tongue,

Albion was happy in Athena's tears?