LISBON, FROM FORT ALMADA. Drawn by C. Stanfield, A.R.A. from a Sketch by W. Page. "What beauties doth Lisboa first unfold! Who lick, yet loathe, the hand that waves the sword, To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord. "But whoso entereth within this town, That sheening for celestial seems to be, No personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt, Though shent with Egypt's plague, unkempt, unwashed unhurt." Childe Harold, canto i. st. 16, 17. |