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[CANTO IV.
CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE.

CXXXIV.

And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now[1]
I shrink from what is suffered: let him speak
Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,
Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak;
But in this page a record will I seek.
Not in the air shall these my words disperse,
Though I be ashes; a far hour shall wreak
The deep prophetic fulness of this verse,
And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse!


  1. 'tis not that now
    And if my voice break forth—it is not that
    I shrink from what is suffered—let him speak
    decline upon my
    Who humbler in
    What hath beheld me quiver on my brow
    seen my mind's convulsion leave it blenched or weak?
    Or my internal spirit changed or weak
    found my mind convulsed
    a
    But in this page the record which I seek
    will
    from out the deep
    stands and of that remorse
    Shall stand and when that hour shall come and come
    Shall come though I be ashes and shall pile heap
    It will come and wreak
    In fire the measure
    The fiery prophecy
    The fullness of my
    The fullness of my prophecy or heap
    The mountain of my curse
    Not in the air shall these my words disperse
    'Tis written that an hour of deep remorse
    Though I be ashes a deep far hour shall wreak
    The fullness Thee this
    The deep prophetic fullness of my verse
    And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse
    .—[MS. M.]