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George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued)

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

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 25.

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

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 27.

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Battle’s magnificently stern array.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 28.

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

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 32.

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But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 42.

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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 Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 45.

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All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 47.

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The castled crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o’er the wide and winding Rhine.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 55.

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He had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o’er him wept.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 57.

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But there are wanderers o’er Eternity
Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor’d ne’er shall be.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 70.

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By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 71.

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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 Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 72.

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This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 85.

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On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 86.

Note 1.
I am a part of all that I have met.—Alfred Tennyson: Ulysses. [back]

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