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124 And he his namesake, whose oft-baffled foes

Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize:

Land of Albania! let me bend mine eyesN11

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.

XXXIX.

Childe Harold sailed, and passed the barren spot,

Where sad Penelope o'erlooked the wave;N12