John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued) |
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| Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head? |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 168. |
| 5669 |
| Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, 1 With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And hating no one, love but only her! |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 177. |
| 5670 |
| There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 178. |
| 5671 |
| Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control Stops with the shore. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 179. |
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| He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin’d, and unknown. 2 |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 179. |
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| Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,— Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now. 3 |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 182. |
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| Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty’s form Glasses itself in tempests. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 183. |
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| And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy. |
| Note 1. See Cowper, Quotation 51. [back] |
| Note 2. See Pope, Quotation 326. [back] |
| Note 3. And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace. Robert Montgomery: The Omnipresence of the Deity. [back] |