Читать книгу Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (With Byron's Biography) - Lord Byron - Страница 200

Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill,

Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh

Rising in lofty ranks, and loftier still,

Might well itself be deemed of dignity,

The Convent's white walls glisten fair on high:

Here dwells the caloyer, nor rude is he, 21.B. Nor niggard of his cheer;150 the passer by Is welcome still; nor heedless will he flee From hence, if he delight kind Nature's sheen to see.