Chapter 101 No.101

625 It was a wild and strange retreat,

As e'er was trod by outlaw's feet.

The dell, upon the mountain's crest,

Yawned like a gash on warrior's breast;

Its trench had stayed full many a rock,

630 Hurled by primeval earthquake shock

From Benvenue's gray summit wild,

And here, in random ruin piled,

They frowned incumbent o'er t