Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 2-52
CANTO THE SECOND.
 
LII.
 
No city’s towers pollute the lovely view;
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,
Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot;
But, peering down each precipice, the goat
Browseth: and, pensive o’er his scattered flock,
The little shepherd in his white capote
Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,
Or in his cave awaits the tempest’s short-lived shock.
 
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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