Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . grandeur overwhelms thee not;And why 1 It is not lessend ; hut thy mind,Expanded by the genius of the spot,Has grown colossal, and can only findA fit ahode wherein appear enshrinedThy hopes of immortality ; and thouShalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,See thy God face to face, as thou dost nowHis Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow. CLVI. Thou mo vest, but increasing with the advance,Like climbing some great Alp, which still doth rise,Deceived by its gigantic elegance;Vastness which grows, but grows to harmonise—All musical in its immensiti
Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . grandeur overwhelms thee not;And why 1 It is not lessend ; hut thy mind,Expanded by the genius of the spot,Has grown colossal, and can only findA fit ahode wherein appear enshrinedThy hopes of immortality ; and thouShalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,See thy God face to face, as thou dost nowHis Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow. CLVI. Thou mo vest, but increasing with the advance,Like climbing some great Alp, which still doth rise,Deceived by its gigantic elegance;Vastness which grows, but grows to harmonise—All musical in its immensities ;Rich marbles, richer painting—shrines where flameThe lamps of gold—and haughty dome which viesIn air with Earths chief structures, though their frameSits on the firm-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 makeThat ask the eye—so here condense thy soul CANTO IV childe Harolds pilgrimage 267. sr. PETE It s To more immediate objects, and controlThy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heartIts eloquent proportions, and unrollIn mighty graduations, part by part,The glory which at once upon thee did not dart, 208 childe harolds pilgrimage CANTO IV. CLVIIT. Not by its fault—l>ut 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 oer whelming 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. CLIX. Then pause, and be enlightend ; there is moreIn such a survey than the sating gazeOf wonder pleased, or awe which would adoreThe worship of the place, or the mere praise()f art and its great masters, who could raiseWhat former time, nor skill, nor thought could plan ;The fountain of sublimity dis
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