His ruin’d sides and summit hoar,
While on the north, through middle air,
Ben-an[41] heaved high his forehead bare.
XV.
From the steep promontory gazed
The stranger, raptured and amazed,
And, “What a scene were here,” he cried,
“For princely pomp, or churchman’s pride!
On this bold brow, a lordly tower;
In that soft vale, a lady’s bower;