Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . England hasacquired something more than a permanent army and a suspended HabeasCorpus; it is enough for them to look at home. For what they havedone abroad, and especially in the South, Verily they will have theirreward, and at no very distant period. DEDICATION TO CANTO THE FOURTH 191 Wishing you, my dear Hobhouse, a safe and agreeable return to thatcountry whose real welfare can be dearer to none than to yourself, Idedicate to you this poem in its completed state ; * and repeat once morehow truly T am ever Your obliged and affectionate friend, BYRON.
Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt . England hasacquired something more than a permanent army and a suspended HabeasCorpus; it is enough for them to look at home. For what they havedone abroad, and especially in the South, Verily they will have theirreward, and at no very distant period. DEDICATION TO CANTO THE FOURTH 191 Wishing you, my dear Hobhouse, a safe and agreeable return to thatcountry whose real welfare can be dearer to none than to yourself, Idedicate to you this poem in its completed state ; * and repeat once morehow truly T am ever Your obliged and affectionate friend, BYRON. * Besides the notes from the pen of thia-wisest and truest of Lord Byrons friends, whiehare appended to the poem, Mr. Hohhouse published a volume entitled Historical Illustrationsof the Fourth Canto of Childe Harold. The volume and the notes are both written with unusualelegance, and for their substance we have the testimony of Lord Byron, that Mr. Hobhouse hadgreater knowledge of Rome and its environs than any Englishman since BRIlGE OF S1BHS CANTO THE FOURTH. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ;A palace and a prison on each hand :I saw from out the wave her structures riseAs from the stroke of the enchanters wand childe harolds pilgrimage CARTO IV A thousand years their cloudy wings expandAround me, and a dying glory smilesOer the far times, when many a subject landLookd to the winged Lions marble piles,Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles ! II. She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,Rising with her tiara of proud towersAt airy distance, with majestic motion,A ruler of the waters and their powers :And such she was ;—her daughters had their dowersFrom spoils of nations, and the exhaustless EastPourd in her lap all gems in sparkling purple was she robed, and of her feastMonarchs partook, and deemd their dignity increased. III. In Venice Tassos echoes are no more,And silent rows the songless gondolier;Eer palaces are crumbling t
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