Which streams too much on all years, man, have What may the fruit be yet?—I know not-Cain was

To view the huge design which sprung from such a Our spirits to the size of what they contemplate

CLXXXV.

My task is done-my song hath ceased-my theme
Has died into an echo; it is fit

The spell should break of this protracted dream.
The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit
My midnight lamp-and what is writ, is writ,-
Would it were worthier! but I am not now
That which I have been-and my visions flit
Less palpably before me-and the glow

CLXXXVI.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been-
A sound which makes us linger;-yet-farewell
Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene
Which is his last, in your memories dwell
A thought which once was his, if on ye swell
A single recollection, not in vain

He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell;
Farewell with him alone may rest the pain,

Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low. If such there were-with you, the moral of his struir

THE little village of Castri stands partly on the It is a well known fact, that in the year 1809 the site of Delphi. Along the path of the mountain, assassinations in the streets of Lisbon and its from Chrysso, are the remains of sepulchres hewn vicinity were not confined by the Portuguese to in and from the rock. "One," said the guide, "of their countrymen; but that Englishmen were daily a king who broke his neck hunting." His majesty butchered: and so far from redress being obtained, had certainly chosen the fittest spot for such an we were requested not to interfere if we perceived any compatriot defending himself against his allies.

achievement.

A little above Castri is a cave, supposed the I was once stopped in the way to the theatre at Pythian, of immense depth; the upper part of it is eight o'clock in the evening, when the streets were paved, and now a cow-house. not more empty than they generally are at that

On the other side of Castri stands a Greek hour, opposite to an open shop and in a carriage monastery; some way above which is the cleft in with a friend; had we not fortunately been armed, the rock, with a range of caverns difficult of ascent, I have not the least doubt that we should have and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausahias From this part descend the fountain and the "Dews of Castalie."

2.

And rest ye at our "Lady's house of wo."
Stanza xx. line 4.

adorned a tale instead of telling one. The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal; in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome average nightly, and not a Sicilian of Maltese is ever punished!

4.

Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened! Stanza xxiv. line 1. The Convent of "Our Lady of Punishment,' Nossa Senora de Pena,* on the sun mit of the rock. palace of the Marchese Marialva. The late exploits The Convention of Cintra was signed in the Below, at some distance, is the Cork Convent, of Lord Wellington have effaced the follies of where St. Honorius dug his den, over which is his. Cintra. He has, indeed, done wonders; he bas epitaph. From the hills, the sea adds to the beauty perhaps changed the character of a nation, recou

of the view.

• Since the publication of this poem, I have been informed of the misapprehension of the term Nossa Senora de Pena. It was owing to the want of the tide, or mark over the n, which alters the signification of the word: with , Pena signifies a rock; without it, Pena has the sense I adopted. I do not think it necessary to alter the passage, as, though the common acceptation afized to it is "Our Lady of the Rock," I may well assume the other sense You the severities practised there.

ciled rival superstitions, and baffled an enemy whe never retreated before his predecessors.

5.

Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay. Stanza xxix. line 1 The extent of Mafra is prodigious; it contains a