Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 109.
Tully was not so eloquent as thou,
Thou nameless column with the buried base.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 110.
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.