MOUNT HELICON. 145 
The Papas, or priest, at Kotumala, told us chap. 
that this village had changed its name from that 
o^ Regania, the name of a neighbouring fountain. 
It is about one fourth of the way down the 
mountain, on the side of Lebadea. Hence 
descending towards the plain, we passed the 
remains of an aqueduct, and also the ruins of an 
antient city, upon a hill, which we left towards 
our right. A small chapel, as usual, had been 
constructed from the ruins. We then continued 
along the side of the lower part of the mountain, 
again noticing an antient paved causeway : this 
appeared in different places, during the rest of 
But one vast realm of wonder spreads around. 
And all the Muses' tales seem truly told, 
Till the sense aches with gazing to behold 
The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon : 
Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold, 
Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone : 
Age shakes Athena's power, but spares gray Marathon. 
Long to the remnants of thy splendour past 
Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng ; 
Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast. 
Hail the bright clime of battle and of song ; 
Long shall thine anuals and immortal tongue 
Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore ; 
Boast of the aged ! lesson of the young ! 
Which sages venerate, and bards adore. 
As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore." 
ChUde Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto H. stanzas 80, 81. 
p. 105. Lond. 1812. 
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