Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,

Over the unreturning brave.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 27.

Battle's magnificently stern array.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 28.

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 32.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 42.

He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find