...seem To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. V. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,...the keen knife Of silent sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still...

...them life and yield them over "nurselings of immortality." He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,...the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance — he can tell Why Thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images and shapes which dwell Still...

...last worthless years of his life writing them up. Childe Harold is Grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,...again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance. The very imitative hero of Praed's The Troubadour, after disappointment in several successive 1 Thus...

...earth as I am now. BYRON— Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 98. 8 He has grown aged in this world of woe, Sc. 1. L. 33. (See also LYLY) BYRON— Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 5. 9 * * * Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigor from the...

...seem 35 To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,...below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, 40 Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance: he can tell Why thought seeks...

...them life and yield them over " nurselings of immortality." He, who grown age"d in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,...the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance — he can tell Why Thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images and shapes which dwell Still...

...Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, y 臰2 tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still...

...dashes. priest of the " Renaissance of Wonder" confessed himself " grown aged in this world of woe." " In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life So that no wonder waits him." 1 It was Byron in this mood that Clare Clairmont chose to pursue, and she had no one but herself to...

...shall seem To me. though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no (vonder waits him ; nor below Can love or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to his heart again with...

...:—where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show as fair ? Can love or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to...the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still...