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Identifier: haroldspilgram00byro
Title: Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt
Year: 1869 (1860s)
Authors: Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 Skelton, Percival
Publisher: London : John Murray
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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, where nursing Nature smiledOn infant Washington % Has Earth no moreSuch seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore % XCVII. But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime,And fatal have her Saturnalia beenTo Freedoms cause, in every age and clime ;Because the deadly days which we have seen,And vile Ambition, that built up betweenMan and his hopes an adamantine wall,And the base pageant last upon the scene,Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrallWhich nips lifes tree, and dooms mans worst—his second fall. XCVIIL Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind;Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying,The loudest still the tempest leaves behind;Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, CANTO IV. childe harolds pilgrimage 239 Choppd by tlie axe, looks rough and little worth,But the sap lasts,—and still the seed we findSown deep, even in the bosom of the North;So shall a better spring- less bitter fruit bring forth.

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TOMB OF CaCILIA METEI.L&. XCIX. There is a stern round tower of other days,Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone,Such as an armys baffled strength delays, 240 CHiLDE harolds pilgrimage CANTO IV. Standing with half its battlements alone,And with two thousand years of ivy grown,The garland of eternity, where waveThe green leaves over all hy time oerthrown ;—What was this tower of strength? within its caveWhat treasure lay so lockd, so hid ?—A womans grave. C. But who was she, the lady of the dead,Tombd in a palace 1 Was she chaste and fair ?Worthy a kings, or more—a Romans bed ?What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear (What daughter of her beauties was the heir ?How lived, how loved, how died she 1 Was she notSo honour d—and conspicuously there,Where meaner relics must not dare to rot,Placed to commemorate a more than mortal lot? CI. Was she as those who love their lords, or theyWho love the lords of others? such have beenEven in the olden time, Romes annals say.Was

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