The champion of his own Almain,
Shall Barbarossa come again.
CHAPTER IX
IN HISTORIC CILICIA CAMPESTRIS
Domes, minarets, their spiry heads that rear,
Mocking with gaudy hues the ruins near;
Dim crumbling colonnades and marble walls,
Rich columns, broken statutes, roofless halls;
Beauty, deformity, together thrown,
A maze of ruins, date, design unknown—
Such is the scene, the conquest Time hath won.