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CXII.

And now, my own loved, beauteous vale, farewell!
The power is fled that charm'd me here to stay;
But, in my fond remembrance, thou shalt dwell
In firmest bonds, 'till life's last closing day:
Not e'en the withering hand of Time shall quell
That feeling, though all others pass away—
But, like thy never-fading shrubs, be seen
To last like them, in ever-blooming green!

THE END.

NOTES TO CANTO I.

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NOTES TO CANTO I.

NOTE 1, PAGE 5, STANZA VIII.

And hunt me down, as sharks would hunt a grawl.

THE proper spelling of this word, (which is the name given to young salmon,) is grisle, though always pronounced as I have done in the text. I am not certain that salmon are found in those seas which sharks inhabit; at all events, the simile appears to me a good one, and as Lord Byron talks of the jackals in the Siege of Corinth, and afterwards acknowledges, in a note, that "in Greece he never saw or heard of those animals," I think I may be fairly allowed the same kind of poetical license in bringing the shark into our, or the salmon into his seas, as his Lordship has taken in transplanting the jackal from Asia.

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