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

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All is concentr’d in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 89.

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In solitude, where we are least alone. 1

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 90.

5631

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,
Leaps the live thunder.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 92.

5632

Exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 107.

5633

Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 107.

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I have not loved the world, nor the world me. 2

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113.

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I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113.

5636

I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 1.

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Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 1.

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Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 3.

5639

The thorns which I have reap’d are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 10.

Note 1.
See Gibbon, Quotation 11. [back]

Note 2.
Good bye, proud world; I ’m going home.
Thou art not my friend, and I ’m not thine.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: Good Bye, proud World.

See Johnson, Quotation 101. [back]

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