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O Rome! my country! city of the soul !
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 78. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands.
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Heaven gives its favourites
History, with all her volumes vast,
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
Ibid. Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Ibid. Alas! our young
affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.
I see before me the gladiator lie.
Stanza 140. There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother : he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday !
Stanza 141. “While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls — the world.” 2
i See Wordsworth, page 478.
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou ?
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 168.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place,
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin'd, and unknown.”
Ibid. Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.8
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
1 See Cowper, page 418.
3 And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face
ROBERT MOSTGOMERY: The Omnipresence of the Deity.
I wantoned with thy breakers,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 184.
And what is writ is writ, Would it were worthier!
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,
The Giaour. Line 68.
1 He laid his hand upon “the ocean's mane,"
Polloc: The Course of Time, book iv. line 389.
The keenest pangs the wretched find
Are rapture to the dreary void,
The Giaour. Line 957.
A spark of that immortal fire
Line 1127. Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime ?!
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1. Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all save the spirit of man is divine ?
Ibid. Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray ? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight,
1 Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
GOETHE: Wilhelm Meister.
His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6.
Ibid. The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle. Canto ii. Stanza 2. Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! Stanza 20. He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace !?
Ibid. Hark! to the hurried question of despair: “Where is my child ?” an echo answers,
“ Where ? 3
Stanza 27. The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
The Corsair. Preface. O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, 4 Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limit to their sway, Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
The Corsair. Canto i, Stanza 1. Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
Ibid. She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
1 See Grav, page 382.
8 Solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant (They make solitude, which they call peace). — Tacitus: Agricola, c. 30.
4 I came to the place of my birth, and cried, “The friends of my youth, where are they?" And echo answered, “Where are they?" - Arabic MS. 5 See Churchill, page 413.
To all nations their empire will be dreadful, because their ships will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft them. - DALRYMPLE : Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 152.