Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

"Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And lifes enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim."

"There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgiums capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone oer fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked loved to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!"

"Thou fatal Waterloo. Millions of tongues record thee, and anew Their childrens lips shall echo them, and say — "Here, where the sword united nations drew, Our countrymen were warring on that day!" And this is much, and all which will not pass away."

"He who ascends to moutaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below."

"Historys purchased page to call them great."

"Whereer we tread tis haunted, holy ground."

"Thou glorious mirror, where the Almightys form Glasses itself in tempests."

"Had sighed to many, though he loved but one."

"Might shake the saintship of an anchorite."

"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair."

"Vexed with mirth the drowsy ear of night."

"War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!"