Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 15.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 20.

By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see

For one who hath no friend, no brother there.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 40.

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs

Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.[540:1]

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 82.

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