Hark! to the hurried question of despair:
"Where is my child?"—an echo answers, "Where?"[550:4]
The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 27.
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
The Corsair. Preface.
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,[550:5]
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—