Note dd — THE GIAOUR.

(A) And wide the Spider's thin grey pall Is curtained on the splendid wall— The Bat hath built in his mother's bower, And in the fortress of his power The Owl hath fixed her beacon tower, The wild dogs howl on the fountain's brim With baffled thirst and famine grim, For the stream is shrunk from its marble bed Where Desolation's dust is spread.—[MS.] B. ["August 5, 1813, in last of 3rd or first of 4th ed."] The lonely Spider's thin grey pall Is curtained o'er the splendid wall— The Bat builds in his mother's bower; And in the fortress of his power The Owl hath fixed her beacon-tower, The wild dog howls o'er the fountain's brink, But vainly lolls his tongue to drink.—[MS.]