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!