XVIII. Poor, paltry slaves! yet born 'midst noblest scenes →→ In variegated maze of mount and glen. Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken ΧΙΧ. The horrid crags, by toppling convent crown'd, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, XX. Then slowly climb the many-winding way, And rest ye at "Our Lady's house of woe ; " (') In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell. 1) The Convent of "Our Lady of Punishment," Nossa Señora de Pena, on the summit of the rock. Below, at some distance, is the Cork Convent, where St. Honorius dug his den, over which is his epitaph. From the hills, the sea adds to the beauty of the view. [Since the publication of this poem, I have been informed of the misapprehension of the term Nossa Señora de Pena. It was owing to the want of the tilde, or mark over the , which alters the signification of the word: witn it, Peña 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 affixed to it is "Our Lady of the Rock," I may well assume the other sense from the severities practised there.] XXI. And here and there, as up the crags you spring, These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife, Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life. (1) XXII. On sloping mounds, or in the vale beneath, Are domes where whilome kings did make repair; When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done. XXIII. Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan, (1) It is a well known fact, that in the year 1809 the assassinations in the streets of Lisbon and its vicinity were not confined by the Portuguese to their countrymen ; but that Englishmen were daily butchered: and so far from redress being obtained, we were requested not to interfere if we perceived any compatriot defending himself against his allies. I was once stopped in the way to the theatre at eight o'clock in the evening, when the streets were not more empty than they generally are at that hour, opposite to an open shop, and in a carriage with a friend had we not fortunately been armed, I have not the least doubt that we should have" 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 net a Sicilian or Maltese is ever punished! VOL. III. C XXIV. Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened ! (') A little fiend that scoffs incessantly, There sits in parchment robe array'd, and by His side is hung a seal and sable scroll, Where blazon'd glare names known to chivalry, And sundry signatures adorn the roll, Whereat the Urchin points and laughs with all his soul. XXV. Convention is the dwarfish demon styled XXVI. And ever since that martial synod met, And folks in office at the mention fret, And fain would blush, if blush they could, for shame. Will not our own and fellow-nations sneer, To view these champions cheated of their fame, By foes in fight o'erthrown, yet victors here, Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming year? XXVII. So deem'd the Childe, as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene, yet soon he thought to flee, Though here a while he learn'd to moralize, (1) The Convention of Cintra was signed in the palace of the Marchese Maralva. The late exploits of Lord Wellington have effaced the follies of Cintra. lle has, indeed, done wonders; he has perhaps changed the character of a nation, reconciled rival superstitions, and baffled an enemy who never retreated before his predecessors. For Meditation fix'd at times on him; XXVIII. To horse! to horse! he quits, for ever quits But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl. XXIX. Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay, (') Lordlings and freres ill-sorted fry I ween! But here the Babylonian whore hath built A dome, where flaunts she in such glorious sheen, XXX. O'er vales that teem with fruits, romantic hills, (1) The extent of Mafra is prodigious; it contains a palace, convent, and most superb church. The six organs are the most beautiful I ever beheld, in point of decoration; we did not hear them, but were told that their tones were correspondent to their splendour. Mafra is termed the Escurial of Portugal. XXXI. More bleak to view the hills at length recede, Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend For Spain is compass'd by unyielding foes, XXXII. Where Lusitania and her Sister meet, Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide? Ne horrid crags, nor mountains dark and tall, Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul: XXXIII. But these between a silver streamlet glides, XXXIV. But ere the mingling bounds have far been pass'd, In sullen billows, murmuring and vast, So noted ancient roundelays among. Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest: The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mix'd on the bleeding stream, by floating hosts oppreзs'd. (1) As I found the Portuguese, so I have characterized them. That they are since improved, at least in courage, is evident. |