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...lone caves, yet With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell. 'Tis to create, and in creating live...as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ¡ with whom I traverse Invisible but gazing, as I glow [earth, Mix'd with...

...With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell. VL 'Tis to create, and in creating live '"' A being more...as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy...

...airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell VL 'T is l things made for them. Now here must I Rouse up some...vassal. From their scant pallets and, at peril of thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse emrth. Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy...

...unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's hannted cell 'Tis to ereate, and in ereating live A being more inteuse that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give...as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy...

...April in the thirty-sixth year of his age. C. Lord Byron as poet. 'Tis to create and in creating life A being more intense that we endow With form our fancy,...even as I do now What am I, Nothing, but not so art thou Soul of my thought: with whom I traverse earth. Invisible, but gazing, as 1 glow Mix'd with thy...

...good gifts;" thus meekly bend, And own the Father's hand that blessed my life with thee. Jplitania. " "Tis to create, and, in creating, live A being more intense, that we endow With thoughts our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image." — Byron. H, who that wanders in the silent...

...caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted celL 'Tis to create, and in creating live...as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought I with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Jlix'd with...

...proposition. Byron, who pretended to sneer at morbid sensibility, has himself observed — " 'T is to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancies, gaining as we give The life we image. " And to what does this creative propensity owe its...

...airy images, and shapes which dwell 45 Still unimpaired, though old, in the soul's haunted cell* vI. *'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more...gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. 50 What am I * Nothing : but not so art thon, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible...