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| George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued) |
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| 5615 |
| Or whispering with white lips, The foe! They come! they come! |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 25. |
| 5616 |
Grieving, if aught inanimate eer grieves, Over the unreturning brave. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 27. |
| 5617 |
| Battles magnificently stern array. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 28. |
| 5618 |
| And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 32. |
| 5619 |
| But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 42. |
| 5620 |
He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 45. |
| 5621 |
| All tenantless, save to the crannying wind. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 47. |
| 5622 |
The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns oer the wide and winding Rhine. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 55. |
| 5623 |
He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men oer him wept. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 57. |
| 5624 |
But there are wanderers oer Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchord neer shall be. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 70. |
| 5625 |
| By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 71. |
| 5626 |
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; 1 and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 72. |
| 5627 |
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 85. |
| 5628 |
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 86. |