Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt . irm-set ground — and this the clouds must claim. CLVII. Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break,• To separate contemplation, the great whole; And as the ocean many bays will make. That ask the eye — so here condense thy soul To more immediate objects, and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart Its eloquent proportions, and unroll In mighty graduations, part by part,The glory which at once upon thee did not dart, CLVIII. Not by its fault — but thine: our outward senseIs but of gradual grasp — and as it isThat what we have of feeli
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt . irm-set ground — and this the clouds must claim. CLVII. Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break,• To separate contemplation, the great whole; And as the ocean many bays will make. That ask the eye — so here condense thy soul To more immediate objects, and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart Its eloquent proportions, and unroll In mighty graduations, part by part,The glory which at once upon thee did not dart, CLVIII. Not by its fault — but thine: our outward senseIs but of gradual grasp — and as it isThat what we have of feeling most intenseOutstrips our faint expression, even so thisOutshining and oerwhelming edificeFools our fond gaze, and greatest of the greatDefies at first our natures littleness,Till, growing with its growth, we thus dilateOur spirits to the size of that they contemplate. pause, and be enlightened; there is moreIn such a survey than the sating gazeOf wonder pleased, or awe which would adore CANTO IV. PILGRIMAGE. 225. The worship of the phxce, or the mere praiseOf art and its great masters, who could raiseWhat former time, nor skill, nor thought could plan;The fountain of sublimity displaysIts depth, and thence may draw the mind of manIts golden sands, and learn what great conceptions can. CLX. Or, turning to the Vatican, go see Laocoons torture dignifying pain — A fathers love and mortals agony With an immortals patience blending. — Vain The struggle vain, against the coiling strain15 226 CHILDE HAROLDS canto iv. And gripe, and deepening of the dragons grasp,The old mans clench; the long envenomed chainRivets the living links, — the enormous aspEnforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp. view the Lord of the unerring God of life, and poesy, and light —The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and browAll radiant from his triumph in the fight;Tlie shaft hath just been shot—the arrow brightWith an immortals vengeance; in his eyeAnd nostril
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