Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88. Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart. Ibid. Canto iii. Stanza 1. Once more upon the waters! yet once more! I am as a weed, Stanza 2. Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. Years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb; Ibid. And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. There was a sound of revelry by night, Stanza 8. The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, Stanza 21. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined. Stanza 22. And there was mounting in hot haste. Stanza 25. Or whispering, with white lips, "The foe! They And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 32. But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. Stanza 42 He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below. Stanza 45. All tenantless, save to the crannying wind. Stanza 47. The castled crag of Drachenfels Stanza 55. He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Stanza 57. Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be. Stanza 70. By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone. Stanza 71. I live not in myself, but I become Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being. Stanza 89. In solitude, where we are least alone. Stanza 90. 1 I am a part of all that I have met. - Tennyson, Ulysses. The sky is changed, and such a change! O night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 92. Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. Stanza 107. I have not loved the world, nor the world me.1 Among them, but not of them. I stood I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; Stanza 113. Ibid. Canto iv. Stanza 1. Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree I planted, they have torn me, and I bleed; Ibid. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. O for one hour of blind old Dandolo, Stanza 10. The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe! 2 Stanza 12. Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. Stanza 23. The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, few! 1 I never have sought the world; the world was not to seek me. 2 Compare Wordsworth. Page 412. Boswell's Johnson, An. 1783. Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues The last still loveliest, till 't is gone-and all is gray. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 29. The Ariosto of the North. Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.1 Stanza 40. Stanza 42. The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss. Stanza 69. The Niobe of nations! there she stands. Stanza 79. Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Stanza 98. Heaven gives its favourites-early death.2 Stanza 102. Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. Stanza 109. Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair Stanza 115. Ibid. The nympholepsy of some fond despair. 1 A translation of the famous sonnet of Filicaja: Italia, Italia, O tu cui feo la sorte! 2 Compare Don Juan, Canto iv. Stanza 12. Page 488. Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 57. Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. There were his young barbarians all at play, Stanza 141. "While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; Stanza 145. Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, Stanza 168. Stanza 177. Stanza 178. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, - roll! Stanza 179. 1 Literally the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century. |