Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 79.

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,

Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 98.

Heaven gives its favourites—early death.[546:1]

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 102.

History, with all her volumes vast,

Hath but one page.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 108.

Man!