Childe Harold - Continued. Stanza 57. He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. Stanza 92. The sky is changed! and such a change! O night, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Stanza 107. Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. Stanza 113. I have not loved the world, nor the world me. Among them, but not of them. I stood Canto iv. St. 1. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs. The cold Stanza 24. the changed perchance the dead anew, The mourned - the loved- the lost-too many! yet how few! Stanza 49. Fills The air around with beauty. Childe Harold - Continued. Stanza 54. The starry Galileo with his woes. Stanza 69. The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss. Stanza 79. The Niobe of nations! there she stands. Stanza 109. Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. Stanza 115. The nympholepsy of some fond despair. Stanza 141. There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother. - he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday. Stanza 145. While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; Stanza 177. O that the desert were my dwelling-place, And, hating no one, love but only her! The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century, as recorded by the venerable Bede. Childe Harold - Continued. Stanza 178. 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. Stanza 182. Time writes no wrinkle on thy azure brow Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Stanza 185. And what is writ, is writ. Would it were worthier! THE GIAOUR. Line 72. Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. Line 92. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Line 106. Shrine of the mighty! can it be The Giaour-Continued. Line 123. For freedom's battle, once begun, Line 418. And lovelier things have mercy shown Line 1099. The cold in clime are cold in blood, Parisina. St. 1. It is the hour when from the boughs Seem sweet in every whispered word. THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS. Canto i. St. 1. Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle, The Bride of Abydos - Continued. Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? Stanza 6. The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, Canto ii. St. 2. The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle. Canto ii. St. 20. Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.* THE CORSAIR. Canto i. St. 1. O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, "Solitudinem faciunt,- pacem appellant." Tacitus, Agricola, cap. 30. |