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[CANTO IV.
CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE.

CLVII.

Thou seest not all—but piecemeal thou must break,
To separate contemplation, the great whole;
And as the Ocean many bays will make
That ask the eye—so here condense thy soul
To more immediate objects, and control
Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart
Its eloquent proportions, and unroll[1]
In mighty graduations, part by part,
The Glory which at once upon thee did not dart,


CLVIII.

Not by its fault—but thine: Our outward sense[2]
Is but of gradual grasp—and as it is
That what we have of feeling most intense
Outstrips our faint expression; even so this
Outshining and o'erwhelming edifice
Fools our fond gaze, and greatest of the great
Defies at first our Nature's littleness,
Till, growing with its growth, we thus dilate
Our Spirits to the size of that they contemplate.


CLIX.

Then pause, and be enlightened; there is more

In such a survey than the sating gaze
  1. Its Giant's limbs and by degrees——
    or, The Giant eloquence and thus unroll.—[MS. M. erased.]
  2. ——our narrow sense
    Cannot keep pace with mind
    ——.—[MS. M. erased.]