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126 A spot he longed to see, nor cared to leave:

Oft did he mark the scenes of vanished war,

Actium—Lepanto—fatal TrafalgarN13

Mark them unmoved, for he would not delight

(Born beneath some remote inglorious star)

In themes of bloody fray, or gallant fight,

But loathed the bravo's trade, and laughed at martial wight.

XLI.

But when he saw the Evening star above

Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,

And hailed the last resort of fruitless love,N14

He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:

And as the stately vessel glided slow

Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,

He watched the billows' melancholy flow,

And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,

More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.

XLII.

Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,

Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,