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132 LII.

Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;

Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,

Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,

Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot:

But, peering down each precipice, the goat

Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scattered flock,

The little shepherd in his white capoteN24

Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,

Or in his cave awaits the Tempest's short-lived shock."

LIII.

Oh! where, Dodona! is thine agéd Grove,

Prophetic Fount, and Oracle divine?