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Stanza 73.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
Stanza 76.
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
Stanza 88.
Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground.
Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.
Canto iii. St. 1.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Stanza 21.
There was a sound of revelry by night.
And all went merry as a marriage-bell.
Stanza 28.
Battle's magnificently stern array!
Stanza 55.
The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
Stanza 92.
The sky is changed! and such a change! O night, And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman.
Stanza 113.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
Canto iv. St. 1.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.
Stanza 24.
The cold--the changed--perchance the dead anew, The mourned--the loved--the lost--too many! yet how few!
Stanza 49.
Fills The air around with beauty.
Stanza 69.
The h.e.l.l of waters! where they howl and hiss.
Stanza 79.
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Stanza 109.
Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Stanza 115.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
Stanza 145.
While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Home falls, the world.[22]
[Note 22: The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century is recorded by the Venerable Bede]
Stanza 177.
O that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her!
