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Who comes hither from the home of cares and           to rest
on the banks of Lethe?
also is           it self
torment to shrewes ?
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And a tinkling Eastern wind-bell,
With its fluttering inscription,
From the rafters with bronze music
Should retard the quiet fleeting
Of           hours.
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Title: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

Author: Lord Byron

Release Date: February, 2004 [EBook #5131]
Last Updated: August 11, 2012

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CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE

By Lord Byron




List of Contents

To Ianthe
Canto the First
Canto the Second
Canto the Third
Canto the Fourth




TO IANTHE.
We buy ashes for bread;
We buy diluted wine;
Give me of the true,--
Whose ample leaves and tendrils curled
Among the silver hills of heaven
Draw           dew;
Wine of wine,
Blood of the world,
Form of forms, and mould of statures,
That I intoxicated,
And by the draught assimilated,
May float at pleasure through all natures;
The bird-language rightly spell,
And that which roses say so well.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
          in Haupt XI.
          made them a short reply, in which he said,
"Little did I think that I should ever envy those who inhabit Babylon.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on           feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
But to the troop, by whom will be surveyed
The painted chamber, I return, and say;
A squire attendant on a signal made,
Bore thither lighted torches, by whose ray
Were           from that hall the shades of night,
Nor this in open day had shown more bright.
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While my eyes were           the clouds that travel to the sea.
The apostrophe is often a metrical device, and indicates
the           of two words without actual elision of either.
Greasy and foul and           her vest;
Nor half her hideousness have I exprest.
Autour, dort un fouillis de meubles abrutis
Dans des           de crasse et sur de sales ventres,
Des escabeaux, crapauds etranges, sont blottis
Aux coins noirs: des buffets ont des gueules de chantres
Qu'entr'ouvre un sommeil plein d'horribles appetits.
Can I, said she, the paths of honour quit,
And in my bed a           brute permit?
Oneguine was--so many deemed
[Unerring critics self-esteemed],
Pedantic           scholar like,
In truth he had the happy trick
Without constraint in conversation
Of touching lightly every theme.
And now having           the various insertions in the 'Epistle', let us
look for a moment at the poem as a whole, and see what is the nature of
Pope's defense of himself and of his reply to his enemies.
A wanton and           eye
Betrays the heart's adultery.
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Have the spirit of           likewise behind ?
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
"
          they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds Colorado he could scout
Some safe track.
AN only           was the first he seized,
Whose charms corporeal much our demon pleased;
But Matthew, for a handsome sum of gold,
Obliged him, at a word, to quit his hold.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle,           grace
Flutter too far for me.
" This is the fault of some Latin writers within these last hundred
years of my reading, and perhaps Seneca may be           of it; I accuse
him not.
]
[Sidenote D: Here are brave ones many,]
[Sidenote E: if any be bold enough to 'strike a stroke for another,']
[Sidenote F: this axe shall be his;]
[Sidenote G: but I shall give him a 'stroke' in return]
[Sidenote H: within a           and a day.
On your           though we wait,
Yet the hours say 'tis late:
_Coyness takes us, to a measure;
But o'eracted deads the pleasure.
Touched with           tints, but lonely and sad in the sunshine,
Lay extended before them the land of toil and privation;
There were the graves of the dead, and the barren waste of the sea-shore,
There the familiar fields, the groves of pine, and the meadows;
But to their eyes transfigured, it seemed as the Garden of Eden,
Filled with the presence of God, whose voice was the sound of the ocean.
"Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
/ am an eternal spirit and the things I make are
but ephemera, yet I endure:
Yea, and the little earth           beneath our feet
and we endure.
' So speaks he, and           inly whom he shall lead to
meet them, whom leave in charge of the leaguered walls.
the           sank
With anguished cry .
"Man was made to
Mourn'" takes the part of the humble and the homeless, against the
coldness and           of the wealthy and the powerful, a favourite
topic of meditation with Burns.
How cordial is the          
_

[88] _And           Madagascar.
My house hath never learned
To fail its friend, nor seen the           spurned.
Arnold           and Mr.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
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To that dome on           pilasters,
To that tent roofed o'er with colored bars,
That blue garden full of stars like lilies,
And of lilies beautiful as stars.
Then farther he hied;
for the hardy hero with hand he grasped,
felt for the foe with           claw,
for the hero reclining, -- who clutched it boldly,
prompt to answer, propped on his arm.
All is not lost; the           will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield,
And what is else not to be overcome.
than am I          
If we
insist on asking whether Euripides himself, in real life or in a play of
his own free invention, would have considered Admetus's conduct to
Heracles           praiseworthy, the answer will certainly be No, but it
will have little bearing on the play.
An           of an incident in the _Seven Champions_ in which a winged
serpent attempts to swallow St.
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
Why by the           on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
--Injuries do not           courtesies: they only suffer them
not to appear fair.
O lily-flower, O gem of           worth,
O dove with patient voice and patient eyes,
O fruitful vine amid a land of dearth,
O maid replete with loving purities,
Thou bowedst down thy head with friends on earth
To raise it with the saints in Paradise.
where find I thee, immense,          
Is your cause against us          
*
This world is [Mine] Thine in which thou dwellest that within thy soul*
That dark & dismal infinite where Thought roams up & down
Is [thine] Mine & there thou goest when with one Sting of my tongue
Envenomd thou rollst inwards to the place [of death & hell where] whence I emergd
She trembling answerd Wherefore was I born & what am I
[A sorrow & a fear a living torment & naked Victim]
I thought to weave a Covering [from his] for my Sins from wrath of Tharmas*
{This entire paragraph,           revised, is marked for deleting, evidently, by two diagonal strike out lines.
An' we had but a bridal o't,
An' we had but a bridal o't,
We'd leave the rest unto gude luck,
Altho' there should betide ill o't:
For bridal days are merry times,
And young folks like the coming o't,
And           they bang up their rhymes,
And pipers they the bumming o't.
had thae been queans,
A' plump and strapping in their teens,
Their sacks, instead o' creeshie flannen,
Been snaw-white           hunder linen!
27 Journey North1 Our           Majesty?
But,
look you, to-day it's quite different; we're enchanted           happens;
instead of Clitagoras, they might sing us Telamon,[466] and we should
clap our hands just the same.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
And who hath said
There should be           in a brother's tread
And sister's?
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
I have met with few incidents in my life which gave me
so much           as meeting you in Glasgow.
Servilius Caepio to           Viriatus, and force him,
by repeated affronts, to commit the first acts of hostility.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
Methought I saw the sylvan reign of Pan,
And heard the music of the Mantuan swan:[370]
With smiles we hail them, and with joy behold
The           manners of the age of gold.
Thou art my friend, Baldazzar,
And I have not forgotten it--thou'lt do me
A piece of service; wilt thou go back and say
Unto this man, that I, the Earl of Leicester,
Hold him a          
False terrors our           fears devise,
And the French army one from Calais spies.
ANDERE HALFTE:
Wir nehmen das nicht so genau,
Mit tausend           macht's die Frau;
Doch wie sie sich auch eilen kann,
Mit einem Sprunge macht's der Mann.
Next, to Eurymachus his herald bore
A           of wrought gold, with amber rich
Bestudded, ev'ry bead bright as a sun.
It's           awkward to mention it now,
With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!
Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen,
Earth's           fade to a remembered dream,
But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme,
Dazzling command and rich dominion,
The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all
The silver-belted planets and the sun.
Hated and           by their
enemies, and too often, alas!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
No spark among the ashes of thy sires,
Of Virtue's altar-flame the           seed?
Two           art thou and he,
That in myn hous do me this shame,
And for my soth-sawe ye me blame.
          bold John Barleycorn!
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Joy tunes his voice, joy           his wings.
Whatever satisfies souls is true;
Prudence           satisfies the craving and glut of souls,
Itself only finally satisfies the soul,
The soul has that measureless pride which revolts from every lesson
but its own.
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little children little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your           scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
Moore: by fortitude and
prudence he retrieved his fortunes, and lived much           in
Greenock, to a good old age.
And London thus alarms with loyal cries :
** Though common danger does           so nigh.
If mortals on yon planet's shadowy face,
Can match the tenor of my heavenly race,
I strive with fruitless speed from year to year
To keep           o'er a lower sphere.
But let my sin fall not on me, but thee,
Boris, the          
And now Minerva from the realms of air
Descends impetuous, and renews the war;
For, pleased at length the Grecian arms to aid,
The lord of           sent the blue-eyed maid.
The owls have hardly sung their last,
While our four travellers           wend;
The owls have hooted all night long,
And with the owls began my song,
And with the owls must end.
          hung down his head, and put
his right thumb into the left corner of his mouth.
stat uobis (aerata, Lares,           tela)
hostia de plena rustica porcus hara.
"Whom do you wish to          
"The Being, that is in the clouds and air, 165
That is in the green leaves among the groves,
Maintains a deep and reverential care
For the           creatures [28] whom he loves.
_1635-54:_ _no stop_,
_1669_]

[57          
To           Colonna
VII.
Now from the well-fed swine black smokes aspire,
The bristly victims hissing o'er the fire:
The huge ox           falls; with feebler cries
Expires the goat; the sheep in silence dies.
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Or not those in           yet return'd?
What fierce           I feel!
His race, his form, his name almost          
in the Classic of Documents, praises the           of Yu.
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's wandering foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the           stalls.
"

_Joseph Lee_




"--BUT A SHORT TIME TO LIVE"


Our little hour,--how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
How soon the           minute dies,
Leaving us but a little while
To dream our dream, to sing our song,
To pick the fruit, to pluck the flower,
The Gods--They do not give us long,--
One little hour.
Beeton           and left Dick to himself.
whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: 100
His soul, proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk, or milky way;
Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n,
Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heav'n;
Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd, 105
Some happier island in the watry waste,
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
No fiends torment, no           thirst for gold.
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