Leaps the live thunder.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 92.
Exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 107.
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 107.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.[544:2]
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 113.
I stood