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CANTO II.] Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground;

Half-whispering there the Greek is heard to prate;

Hark! from the Mosque the nightly solemn sound,

The Muezzin's call doth shake the minaret,

"There is no god but God!—to prayer—lo! God is great!"

LX.

Just at this season Ramazani's fast

Through the long day its penance did maintain:

But when the lingering twilight hour was past,

Revel and feast assumed the rule again:

Now all was bustle, and the menial train

Prepared and spread the plenteous board within;

The vacant Gallery now seemed made in vain,

But from the chambers came the mingling din,

As page and slave anon were passing out and in.