[111] [For "Caloyer," see _Childe Harold_, Canto II. stanza xlix. line 6, and note 21, _Poetical Works_, 1899, ii. 130, 181. It is a hard matter to piece together the "fragments" which make up the rest of the poem. Apparently the question, "How name ye?" is put by the fisherman, the narrator of the first part of the _Fragment_, and answered by a monk of the fraternity, with whom the Giaour has been pleased to "abide" during the past six years, under conditions and after a fashion of which the monk disapproves. Hereupon the fisherman disappears, and a kind of dialogue between the author and the protesting monk ensues. The poem concludes with the Giaour's confession, which is addressed to the monk, or perhaps to the interested and more tolerant Prior of the community.] [du] {124} _As Time were wasted on his brow_.--[MS.] [dv] {125} _Of foreign maiden lost at sea_.--[MS.] [dw] {127} _Behold--as turns he from the--wall_ _His cowl fly back, his dark hair fall_.--[ms] [A variant of the copy sent for insertion in the Seventh Edition differs alike from the MS. and the text--] _Behold as turns him from the wall_-- _His Cowl flies back--his tresses fall_-- _That pallid aspect wreathing round_. [dx] _Lo! mark him as the harmony_.--[MS.] [dy] _Thank heaven--he stands without the shrine_.--[MS. erased.] [dz] {128} _Must burn before it smite or shine_.--[MS.] _Appears unfit to smite or shine_.--[MS. erased] [112] [In defence of lines 922-927, which had been attacked by a critic in the _British Review_, October, 1813, vol. v. p. 139, who compared them with some lines in Crabbe's _Resentment_ (lines 11--16, _Tales_, 1812, p. 309), Byron wrote to Murray, October 12, 1813, "I have ... read the British Review. I really think the writer in most points very right. The only mortifying thing is the accusation of imitation. _Crabbe's_ passage I never saw; and Scott I no further meant to follow than in his _lyric_ measure, which is Gray's, Milton's, and any one's who like it." The lines, which Moore quotes (_Life_, p. 191), have only a formal and accidental resemblance to the passage in question.] [113] {129} [Compare-- "To surfeit on the same [our pleasures] And yawn our joys. Or thank a misery For change, though sad?" _Night Thoughts_, iii., by Edward Young; Anderson's _British Poets_, x. 72. Compare, too, _Childe Harold_, Canto I. stanza vi, line 8-- "With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe."]