Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

"Had sighed to many, though he loved but one."

"If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men."

"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair."

"Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal."

"Might shake the saintship of an anchorite."

"Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue."

"My native land, good night!"

"O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land."

"Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell, In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell."

"By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there."

"Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings."

"War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!""

"Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were."

"A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!"

"Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power."

"The dome of thought, the palace of the soul."

"Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?"

"None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear."

"But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless."

"Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel."

"Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!"

"From birth till death enslaved; in word, in deed, unmanned!"

"Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, Who would free themselves must strike the blow."

"A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust."

"Land of lost gods and godlike men."

"Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground."

"Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon."

"What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now."

"Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart."

"Once more upon the waters, yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider!"

"I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail."

"He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him."

"'Tis to create, and in creating live, A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now."

"Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim."

"And Harold stands upon this place of skulls."

"There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked loved to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!"

"Did ye not hear it? — No! 'twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet."

"But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?—No! 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet."

"He rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting fell."

"And there was mounting in hot haste."

"Or whispering with white lips, “The foe! They come! they come!”"

"Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave."

"Battle's magnificently stern array."

"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on."

"There is a very life in our despair, Vitality of poison, — a quick root Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were As nothing did we die; but Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste."

"Thou fatal Waterloo. Millions of tongues record thee, and anew Their children's lips shall echo them, and say — "Here, where the sword united nations drew, Our countrymen were warring on that day!" And this is much, and all which will not pass away."

"But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore."

"He who ascends to moutaintops, 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."

"All tenantless, save to the crannying wind."

"Vexed with mirth the drowsy ear of night."