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