Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 10.
Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 11.
Adieu! adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the waters blue.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13.
My native land, good night!
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13.
O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.