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He passed bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake,[17.B.] And left the primal city of the land, And onwards did his further journey take[148] To greet Albania's Chief, whose dread command[18.B.] Is lawless law; for with a bloody hand He sways a nation,--turbulent and bold: Yet here and there some daring mountain-band Disdain his power, and from their rocky hold Hurl their defiance far, nor yield, unless to gold.[19.B.]