Of human cities torture.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 72.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing

To waft me from distraction.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 85.

On the ear

Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 86.

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All is concentr'd in a life intense,