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hat lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers[12] that tell What words can never speak so well; By love's alternate joy and woe, [Greek: Zoe/ mou, sa~s a)gapo~.] 4. Maid of Athens! I am gone: Think of me, sweet! when alone. Though I fly to Istambol,[13] Athens holds my heart and soul: Can I cease to love thee? No! [Greek: Zoe/ mou, sa~s a)gapo~.] _Athens_, 1810. [First published, _Childe Harold_, 1812 (4to).] FRAGMENT FROM THE "MONK OF ATHOS."[14] 1. Beside the confines of the AEgean main, Where northward Macedonia bounds the flood, And views opposed the Asiatic plain, Where once the pride of lofty Ilion stood, Like the great Father of the giant brood, With lowering port majestic Athos stands, Crowned with the verdure of eternal wood, As yet unspoiled by sacrilegious hands, And throws his mighty shade o'er seas and distant lands. 2. And deep embosomed in his shady groves Full many a convent rears its glittering spire, Mid scenes where Heavenly Contemplation loves To kindle in her soul her hallowed fire, Where air and sea with rocks and woods conspire To breathe a sweet religious calm around, Weaning the thoughts from every low desire, And the wild waves that break with murmuring sound Along the rocky shore proclaim it holy ground. 3. Sequestered shades where Piety has given A quiet refuge from each earthly care, Whence the rapt spirit may ascend to Heaven! Oh, ye condemned the ills of life to bear! As with advancing age your woes increase, What bliss amidst these solitudes to share The happy foretaste of eternal Peace, Till Heaven in mercy bids your pain and sorrows cease. [First published in the _Life of Lord Byron_, by the Hon. Roden Noel, London, 1890, pp. 206, 207.] LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A PICTURE.[15] 1. Dear object of defeated care! Though now of Love and thee bereft, To reconcile me with despair Thine image and my tears are left. 2. 'Tis said with
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