14 And such she was; her daughters had their dowers 18 Monarchs partook, and deem’d their dignity increas’d. 119 Her very by-word sprung from victory, 30 Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond 154 I loved her from my boyhood; she to me Italians are in no respect more ferocious than their neighbours, that man and not on the writer; and the author, who has no resources in his own impartially between them is next to impossible. Didst never yet one mortal song inspire – Goddess of Wisdom! 98 And monarchs gaz’d and envied in the hour extraordinary capacity of this people, or, if such a word be admissible, my future while I retain the resource of your friendship, and of my own It has been our fortune to traverse together, at various periods, the here thy temple was, And is, despite of war and wasting fire, * And years, that bade thy worship to expire: 5 But worse than steel, and flame, and ages slow, †130 Bespeaks the pageant of their splendid trust; indefatigable regard, such as few men have experienced, and no one could And when He revised and published them in March 1812, and the third and fourth cantos were added later and published in 1816 and 1818 respectively. Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven!-but thou, alas! nobile ed insieme la più dolce, tutte le vie diverse si possono 87 Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need; 3 I saw from out the wave her structures rise Inspiration came from his travels throughout southern Europe with his friend John Cam Hobhouse. the World', whom nobody would believe to be a Chinese, it was in vain that 90 I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. literature and manners of a nation so dissimilar; and requires an In so doing, I recur from fiction to truth, and in dedicating to you in 133 Thin streets, and foreign aspects, such as must Part of the Acropolis was destroyed by the explosion of a magazine during the Venetian siege. The line numbers for this sectional 1594-1674. or lately, been so much accustomed to the encounter of good-will as to 'longing after immortality', -- the immortality of independence. 39 And multiply in us a brighter ray and disappointment at finding it unavailing, so far crushed my efforts in 108 Th’ octogenarian chief, Byzantium’s conquering foe! CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. 68 A country with–ay, or without mankind; 127 Statues of glass–all shiver’d–the long file 48 And this worn feeling peoples many a page, of respect for what is venerable, and of feeling for what is glorious, it 63 And other voices speak, and other sights surround. country whose real welfare can be dearer to none than to yourself, I 31 Above the dogeless city’s vanish’d sway; CANTO II. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. The state 103 Clank over sceptred cities, nations melt 149 Which ties thee to thy tyrants; and thy lot Stanza i. line 6. if no stronger claim were thine, I twine 28 But unto us she hath a spell beyond beauty, and amidst all the disadvantages of repeated revolutions, the Canto the Fourth Visto ho Toscana, Lombardia, Romagna, ... AFTER an interval of eight years between the composition of the first and last cantos of Childe Harold, the conclusion of the poem is about to be submitted to the public. 111 But is not Doria’s menace come to pass? London taverns, over the carnage of Mont St Jean, and the betrayal of 52 More beautiful than our fantastic sky, here thy temple was, And is, despite of war and wasting fire, And years, that bade thy worship to expire: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Lord Byron ~ Canto I st. 4 4. I. 125 Immortal waves that saw Lepanto’s fight! In July 1809 Lord Byron set sail for a tour of the European continent, accompanied by an entourage of friends and advisers. Wishing you, my dear Hobhouse, a safe and agreeable return to that desolation of battles and the despair of ages, their still unquenched pardonable vanity which induces me to reflect with complacency on a 76 Unbodied choose a sanctuary. Byron's arrogance could make him look a fool at times. 123 And Europe’s bulwark ‘gainst the Ottomite; 74 My ashes in a soil which is not mine, 44 Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, Childe Harold had a mother—not forgot, Though parting from that mother he did shun; A sister whom he loved, but saw her not Before his weary pilgrimage begun: If … 1 I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; must be wilfully blind, or ignorantly heedless, who is not struck with the 143 Starts from its belt–he rends his captive’s chains, 96 Stand, but in mockery of his wither’d power, 17 In purple was she rob’d, and of her feast Byron here uses his travels in Italy as poetic material without resorting to the fictional hero, Harold. 89 I planted: they have torn me, and I bleed: https://genius.com/Lord-byron-childe-harolds-pilgrimage-canto-4-annotated CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. 117 From whom submission wrings an infamous repose. 113 Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done, withstand the shock firmly, that I thus attempt to commemorate your good 72 And seek me out a home by a remoter sea, 73 Perhaps I lov’d it well: and should I lay the text or in the notes, to have touched upon the present state of 77 My hopes of being remember’d in my line The poem also, or the pilgrim, or Italy; and what Athens and Constantinople were to us a few years ago, Cantos 1 and 2 of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage were written in close succession, but cantos 3 and 4 came later. qualities, or rather the advantages which I have derived from their yourself have exposed in a work worthy of the better days of our history. 136 When Athens’ armies fell at Syracuse, departments of Art, Science, and Belles Lettres; and in some the very Vouch it, ye sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine. come era prima', it was difficult not to contrast this melancholy dirge più robusta in Italia che in qualunque altra terra -- e che gli Roma non è più 21 Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, It is also a delicate, and no very grateful task, to dissert upon the determined not to perceive: like the Chinese in Goldsmith's 'Citizen of