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He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
I stood Among them, but not of them.
Canto iv. St. 1.
Stanza 24. The cold — the changed — perchance the dead anew, The mourned — the loved — the lost — too many! yet
Fills The air around with beauty.
Childe Harold - Continued.
Stanza 54. The starry Galileo with his woes.
Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
* The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century, as recorded by the venerable Bede.
Childe Harold - Continved.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Stanza 179. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
And what is writ, is writ. Would it were worthier!
Parisina. St. 1.
The nightingale's high note is heard;
Seem sweet in every whispered word.
THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
Canto i. St. 1. Know
the land where the cypress and myrtle, Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?
The Bride of Abydos - Continued.
Canto ii. St. 2. The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
ii. St. 20.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
He makes a solitude, and calls it.
Canto i. St. 1.
*“Solitudinem faciunt, — pacem appellant.”
Tacitus, Agricola, cap. 30.