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Is love thy subject? Let the dying swain, To "pale Phingari's trembling light," complain^[1].Would'st thou array thy hero in a coat? Albania's sons will lend "the white capote^[2]."To grace the arches of a sacred aisle,France gives "a fleurs de lys, or a quatre feuille^[3]."

1. But others say, that on that night,By pale Phingari's trembling light,The Giaour, upon his jet black steed,Was seen. . . . . . .Giaour, 467.
   
2. And pensive o'er his scattered flockThe little shepherd, in his white capote,Doth lean his boyish form along the rock.&c. &c. &c.Childe Har. can. ii, 51.
   
3. The darken'd roof, rose high aloof, On pillars lofty, light, and small. The keystone, that lock'd each ribbed aisle, Was a fleurs de lys, or a quatre feuille, Lay of the Last Minstrel, can. ii.