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Title: Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt
Year: 1869 (1860s)
Authors: Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 Skelton, Percival
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Publisher: London : John Murray
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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resent state,And fly from all I prized the most : 4. It is that weariness which springsFrom all I meet, or hear, or see : To me no pleasure Eeauty brings ; Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me. 62 childe harolds pilgrimage CANTO I. 5. It is that settled, ceaseless gloomThe fabled Hebrew wanderer bore ; That will not look beyond the tomb,But cannot hope for rest before. G. What Exile from himself can flee 1 To zones though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, whereer I be, The blight of life—the demon Thought. 7. Yet others rapt in pleasure seem, And taste of all that I forsake;Oh ! may they still of transport dream, And neer, at least like me, awake ! 8. Through many a clime tis mine to go,With many a retrospection curst; And all my solace is to know, Whateer betides, Ive known the worst. 9. What is that worst 1 Nay, do not ask—In pity from the search forbear : Smile on—nor venture to unmask Mans heart, and view the Hell thats there. CANTO I. childe harolds pilgrimage 63
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CADIZ LXXXV. Adieu, fair Cadiz ! yea, a long adieu !Who may forget how well thy walls have stood IWhen all were changing thou alone wert true,First to be free and last to be subdued :And if amidst a scene, a shock so rude,Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye,A traitor only fell beneath the fend :Here all were noble, save Nobility !None huggd a conquerors chain, save fallen Chivalry ! LXXXVI. Such be the sons of Spain, and strange her fate !They fight for freedom who were never free,A Kingless people for a nerveless state;Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee, G4 CHILDE HAKOLDS PILGKIMAGE CANTO (. True to the veriest slaves of Treachery :Fond of a land which gave them nought but life,Pride points the path that leads to Liberty ;Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife,War, war is still the cry, War even to the knife ! LXXXVII. Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,Go, read whateer is Avrit of bloodiest strife :Whateer keen Vengeance urged on foreign foeCan

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