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CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE, CANTO IV.
| „ | li. " Appear'dst thou not to Paris in this guise?"— |
| „ | lii. "Glowing, and circumfused in speechless love,"— |
| „ | liv.-lx. "In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie,"—"What is her Pyramid of precious stones?"— |
| „ | lxxx.-lxxxii. "The Goth, the Christian—Time—War—Flood, and Fire,"—"Alas! the lofty city! and alas!"— |
| „ | lxxxv. "Sylla was first of victors; but our own,"— |
| „ | lxxxvi. "The third of the same Moon whose former course,"— |
| „ | xciii.-xcvi. "What from this barren being do we reap?"—"Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,"— |
| „ | cix. "Admire—exult—despise—laugh—weep,—for here,"— |
| „ | cxii.-cxiv. "Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place,"—"Then turn we to her latest Tribune's name,"— |
| „ | cxxiii. "Who loves, raves—'tis youth's frenzy—but the cure,"— |
| „ | cxxv.-cxxvii. "Few—none—find what they love or could have loved,"—"Yet let us ponder boldly—'tis a base,"— |
| „ | cxxxv.-cxxxvii. "That curse shall be Forgiveness,—Have I not,"—"But I have lived, and have not lived in vain,"— |
| „ | clii. "Turn to the Mole which Hadrian reared on high,"— |
| „ | clxvii.-clxxii. "Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds,"—(On the death of the Princess Charlotte, November 6, 1817.)—"These might have been her destiny—but no,"— |
| „ | clxxiii. "Lo, Nemi! navelled in the woody hills,"— |
| „ | clxxiv. "And near, Albano's scarce divided waves,"— |
| „ | clxxvii. "Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,"—(1818.) |
| „ | clxxviii. "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,"—(1818.) |
| „ | clxxxi. "The armaments which thunderstrike the walls,"— |
