CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO IV.
Original Draft. [MS. M.]
[June 26—July 19. 1817.]
- Stanza i. "I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,"—
- Stanza iii.-xi. "In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,"—"The spouseless Adriatic mourns her Lord,"—
- Stanza xv. "Statues of glass—all shivered—the long file,"—
- Stanza xviii.-xxvi. "I loved her from my boyhood—she to me,"—"The Commonwealth of Kings—the Men of Rome!"—
- Stanza xxx.-xxxix. "There is a tomb in Arquà;—reared in air,"—"Peace to Torquato's injured shade! 'twas his,"—
- Stanza xlii.-xlvi. "Italia! oh, Italia! thou who hast,"—"That page is now before me, and on mine,"—
- Stanza xlviii.-l. "But Arno wins us to the fair white walls,"—"We gaze and turn away, and know not where,"—
- Stanza liii. "I leave to learnéd fingers, and wise hands,"—
- Stanza lxi.-lxxix. "There be more things to greet the heart and eyes,"—"The Niobe of nations! there she stands,"—
- Stanza lxxxiii. "Oh, thou, whose chariot rolled on Fortune's wheel,"—
- Stanza lxxxiv. "The dictatorial wreath—couldst thou divine,"—
- Stanza lxxxvii.-xcii. "And thou, dread Statue! yet existent in,"—"And would be all or nothing—nor could wait,"—
- Stanza xcix.-cviii. "There is a stern round tower of other days,"—"There is the moral of all human tales,"—
- Stanza cx. "Tully was not so eloquent as thou,"—
- Stanza cxi. "Buried in air, the deep blue sky of Rome,"—
- Stanza cxv.-cxix. "Egeria! sweet creation of some heart,"—"And didst thou not, thy breast to his replying,"—
- Stanza cxxviii.-cxxxiv. "Arches on arches! as it were that Rome,"—"And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now,"—
- Stanza cxxxviii.-cli. "The seal is set.—Now welcome, thou dread Power!"—"The starry fable of the Milky Way,"—
- Stanza cliii.-clxvi. "But lo! the Dome—the vast and wondrous Dome,"—"And send us prying into the abyss,"—
- Stanza clxxv. "But I forget.—My Pilgrim's shrine is won,"—
- Stanza clxxvi. "Upon the blue Symplegades: long years,"—
- Stanza clxxix. "Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!"—
- Stanza clxxx. "His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields,"—
- Stanza clxxxiii.-clxxxvi. "Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form,"—"Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,"—
Additional Stanza.
- Stanza xl. "Great as thou art, yet paralleled by those,"—
(127 stanzas.)
Additions bound up with MS. M.
- Stanza ii. "She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from Ocean,"—
- Stanza xii.-xiv. "The Suabian sued, and now the Austrian reigns,"—(November 10, 1817.)—"In youth She was all glory,—a new Tyre,"—
- Stanza xvi. "When Athens' armies fell at Syracuse,"—
- Stanza xvii. "Thus, Venice! if no stronger claim were thine,"—
- Stanza xxvii.-xxix. "The Moon is up, and yet it is not night,"—"Filled with the face of heaven, which, from afar,"—
- Stanza xlvii. "Yet, Italy! through every other land,"—
- Stanza li. "Appear'dst thou not to Paris in this guise?"—
- Stanza lii. "Glowing, and circumfused in speechless love,"—
- Stanza liv.-lx. "In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie,"—"What is her Pyramid of precious stones?"—
- Stanza lxxx.-lxxxii. "The Goth, the Christian—Time—War—Flood, and Fire,"—"Alas! the lofty city! and alas!"—
- Stanza lxxxv. "Sylla was first of victors; but our own,"—
- Stanza lxxxvi. "The third of the same Moon whose former course,"—
- Stanza xciii.-xcvi. "What from this barren being do we reap?"—"Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,"—
- Stanza cix. "Admire—exult—despise—laugh—weep,—for here,"—
- Stanza cxii.-cxiv. "Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place,"—"Then turn we to her latest Tribune's name,"—
- Stanza cxxiii. "Who loves, raves—'tis youth's frenzy—but the cure,"—
- Stanza cxxv.-cxxvii. "Few—none—find what they love or could have loved,"—"Yet let us ponder boldly—'tis a base,"—
- Stanza cxxxv.-cxxxvii. "That curse shall be Forgiveness,—Have I not,"—"But I have lived, and have not lived in vain,"—
- Stanza clii. "Turn to the Mole which Hadrian reared on high,"—
- Stanza 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,"—
- Stanza clxxiii. "Lo, Nemi! navelled in the woody hills,"—
- Stanza clxxiv. "And near, Albano's scarce divided waves,"—
- Stanza clxxvii. "Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,"—(1818.)
- Stanza clxxviii. "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,"—(1818.)
- Stanza clxxxi. "The armaments which thunderstrike the walls,"—
- Stanza clxxxii. "Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee,"—
(52 stanzas.)