Page 546

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued)

5654

O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 78.

5655

The Niobe of nations! there she stands.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 79.

5656

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 98.

5657

Heaven gives its favourites—early death. 1

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 102.

5658

History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 108.

5659

Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 109.

5660

Tully was not so eloquent as thou,
Thou nameless column with the buried base.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 110.

5661

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115.

5662

The nympholepsy of some fond despair.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115.

5663

Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115.

5664

Alas! our young affections run to waste,
Or water but the desert.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 120.

5665

I see before me the gladiator lie.

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 140.

5666

There were his young barbarians all at play;
There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,
Butcher’d to make a Roman holiday!

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 141.

5667

“While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls—the world.” 2

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 145.

Note 1.
See Wordsworth, Quotation 136. [back]

Note 2.
Literally the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century. [back]