Oh! 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!
Ye elements ! - in whose ennobling stir
I feel myself exalted — Can ye not
Accord me such a being? Do I err
In deeming such inhabit many a spot?
Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar :
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ;
Man marks the earth with ruin his control
Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths,
Are not a spoil for him, thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And sendest him shivering in thy playful spray
And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth :
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war
These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters washed them power while they were free,
And many a tyrant since; their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage! their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou;
Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play —
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow -
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving - boundless, endless, and sublime,
The image of eternity, the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy°
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers - they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror - 'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane
My task is done, my song has ceased, my theme
Has died into an echo; it is fit
The spell should break of this protracted dream.
The torch shall be extinguished which hath lit
My midnight lamp-and what is writ, is writ;
Would it were worthier! but I am not now
That which I have been and my visions flit
and the glow
Less palpably before me—
Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been —
A sound which makes us linger ;— yet — farewell!
Ye! who have traced the pilgrim to the scene
Which is his last, if in your memories dwell
A thought which once was his, if on ye swell
A single recollection, not in vain
He wore his sandal-shoon, and scallop-shell; °
Farewell! with him alone may rest the pain,
If such there were
with you, the moral of his strain.
FIRST PERIOD, 1788-1811
1788. Born in Hollis Street, London.
1790-1798. At Aberdeen.
1792. At Mr. Bowers's school.
1798. Removes to the ancestral abbey at Newstead.
1799. At Sloane Terrace, London.
1800. "First dash into poetry."
1800-1805. At Harrow.
1805. Enters Cambridge University.
1806-1807. Juvenilia, and Hours of Idleness.
Cambridge friends: Harness, Long, Matthews, Hodg
son, Drury, Davies, and Hobhouse. Vacations at Newstead, London, and Southwell.
1808. Receives degree of M.A. Succeeds to title by death of grand-uncle.
1809. Takes his seat in the House of Lords as George Gordon,
sixth Lord Byron. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Visits Italy, Spain, and Greece. Begins Childe Harold's Pilgrimage.
1812. First Speech in House of Lords. Childe Harold, Cantos I. and II. The Curse of Minerva.
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