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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage is a collection of four cantos written by the Romantic poet George Gordon Byron. The poem follows the protagonist, Childe Harold, on his journey through Europe, reflecting on his experiences and the complexities of human existence. The work is known for its vivid descriptions of landscapes and its exploration of themes such as solitude, love, and the passage of time.
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“On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.”
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“Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.”
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“All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.”
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“But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.”
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“Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.”
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“Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!”
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“Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.”
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“Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.”
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“Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.”
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“Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.”
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“History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.”
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“The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.”
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“He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.”
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“Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.”
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“Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.”
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“Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.”
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“Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.”
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“The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!”
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“Fills The air around with beauty.”
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“By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.”
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“He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.”
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“The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.”
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“I see before me the gladiator lie.”
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“Land of lost gods and godlike men.”
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“Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!”
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“Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?”
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“If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.”
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“But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.”
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“This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.”
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“A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!”
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“'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.”
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“To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.”
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“In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.”
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“Heaven gives its favourites-early death.”
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“My native land, good night!”
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“The poetry of speech.”
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“War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"”
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“Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.”
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“Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?”
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“I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.”
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“That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.”
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“Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.”
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“Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.”
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“Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.”
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“Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?”
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“The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.”
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“It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship”
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“What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.”
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“I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.”
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“As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.”
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