Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 89.
In solitude, where we are least alone.[544:1]
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 90.
The sky is changed,—and such a change! O night
And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,