Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt . d to descend in vain,By all forgotten, save the lonely mix unbleeding with the boasted Glory crowns so many a meaner crest!What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest? XCII. Oh, known the earliest, and esteemed the most!Dear to a heart where nought was left so dear!Though to my hopeless days for ever lost,In dreams deny me not to see thee here! CANTO I. PILGRIMAGE. 63 And Morn in secret shall renew the tearOf Consciousness awaking to her woes,And Fancy hover oer thy bloodless bier,Till my frail frame return to whence it rose
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt . d to descend in vain,By all forgotten, save the lonely mix unbleeding with the boasted Glory crowns so many a meaner crest!What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest? XCII. Oh, known the earliest, and esteemed the most!Dear to a heart where nought was left so dear!Though to my hopeless days for ever lost,In dreams deny me not to see thee here! CANTO I. PILGRIMAGE. 63 And Morn in secret shall renew the tearOf Consciousness awaking to her woes,And Fancy hover oer thy bloodless bier,Till my frail frame return to whence it rose,And mourned and mourner lie united in repose. is one fytte of Harolds Pilgrimage:Ye who of him may further seek to know,Shall find some tidings in a future page,If he that rhymeth now may scribble this too much? stern Critic! say not so:Patience! and ye shall hear what he beheldIn other lands where he was doomed to go:Lands that contain the monuments of Eld,Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were CANTO THE SECOND.
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