7 And | bade me, | 7 7 | if I had a | friend that | lov'd her, 7 I should but teach him | how to | tell my story, | 7 And that would | woo her. | 77 | 77 | 7 On | this | hint | 7 I spake. | 77 | 7 7 | 7 She | lov'd | me, | 7 for the | dangers | 7 I had | pass'd; | 77 | 7 And I lov'd | her This, only, 7 is the 77 | 77 | that she did | pity them. | 77 | witchcraft | 7 I have used. | CHILDE HAROLD. CANTO IX. CLXXXVI. Oh! that the Desert | 7 were my | dwelling place, | 7 With | one | fair | Spirit | 7 for my | minister, | 77 | That I might | all for- | get the human | race, 7 And | hating | no one, | 7 7 | love | 7 but | only | her! | 7777 Ye Elements! | 7 in | whose en- | nobling | stir | 7 I | feel myself ex- | alted; | 7 7 | Can ye | not | | 7 Ac- | cord me | such a | being? | 77 | 7 7 | Do I | err 7 In deeming | such | 7 in- | habit | many a | spot? | 77 | Though with them | 7 to con- | verse, | 7 can rarely be our lot. | 77 | 77 | There is a pleasure | 7 in the | pathless | woods, | 77 | There is a | rapture | 7 on the | lonely | shore, | 77 | There is society, | 7 where | none in- | trudes, | 7 By the deep | sea, | 7 and | music | 7 in its | roar. | 77 | 7 I love not man | 7 the | less, | 7 but | nature | more, 7 From these our | interviews | 7 in | which I | steal | 7 From all I may be, | 7 or | have been | 7 be- | fore, | 77 | 7 To | mingle | 7 with the | universe, | and | feel | What I can ne'er ex- | press, | 7 yet | cannot all ¦ 7 con- ceal. | 77 | 7 7 | Roll on 7 thou | deep | and | dark | blue | ocean, | 77 roll! 77771 Ten thousand fleets | 77 | sweep | over thee | 7 in | vain, | 77 | 77 | Man marks the | earth | 7 with | ruin, | 7 7 | his con trol Stops with the shore; |77| upon the watery | plain, | 7 The wrecks are all thy | deed; | 7 7 | nor doth re- main | 7 A shadow of | man's | ravage, |77| save his | own | 77 | When for a moment, | 77 | like a | drop of | rain, | 7 He | sinks into thy | depths | 7, with | bubbling | groan, | | 7 Without a grave, | 77 | 7 un- | kuell'd, | 7 un- | coffin'd, | 7 and un- | known. |7 7 | 7 7 | 7 His steps 7 are not upon thy | paths; | thy | fields | 7 Are not a spoil | 7 for | him; |77| thou dost a- | rise | 7 And shake him from thee; | 77 | 7 the | vile | strength he wields | 7 For | earth's de- | struction, | 7 7 | thou dost | all des- | pise, | 77 | Spurning him | 7 from thy | bosom, | 7 to the | skies, | 77 | 7 And | send'st him, | shivering | in thy | playful | spray | 7 And howling | 7 to his | Gods, | 7 7 | where | haply | lies 7 His petty | hope, | 7 in | some | near | port | 7 or | bay, | 77 | Then dashest him | 7 a- gain | 7 to | earth, |77| there | let him | lay. | 77 | 77 | 7 The | armaments | 7 which | thunderstrike | 7 the | walls 7 Of | rock-built | cities, |77| bidding | nations | quake, | 77 | 7 And monarchs | 7 7 | tremble | 7 in their | capitals, | 7 7 | 7 The | oak le- | viathans, | 7 whose | huge | ribs make | 7 Their clay cre- | ator | 77 | 7 the | vain | title | take, | 7 Of | lord of | thee, | 7 and | arbiter of | war! | These are thy | toys, | 77 | and as the | snowy | flake, | 7 They melt into thy | yeast of | waves, | 7 which | mar | 7 A- | like the Ar- | mada's | pride, | or | spoils of | Trafalgar. | 77 | 7 7 | 7 Thy | shores are | empires | 7 7 | chang'd in | all | save | thee, | 777 Assyria, | 77 | Greece, |77| Rome, | 77 | Carthage, 77 | what are they? | 77 | Thy | waters | wasted them | 7 7 | while they were free, 77 | 7 And | many a | tyrant | since : | 7 7 | 7 their | shores | 7 o- | bey | 7 The | stranger, | slave, | 7 or | savage; | 7 7 | their de- | cay | 7 Has | dried up | realms | 7 to | deserts, | 7 7 | not | so thou, | 77 | Un- | changeable, | 7 7 | save to thy | wild | waves | play: | 77 | Time | writes | no | wrinkle | 7 on | thine | azure | brow; | 77 | Such as cre- | ation's | dawn | 7 be- | held, | 77 | 7 thou | rollest | now. | 7 7 | 7 7 | Thou, |77| glorious mirror 7 | mighty's | form |77| where the Al- | Glasses it- | self in | tempests; | 7 7 | 7 in | all | time, | 77 | Calm or con- vuls'd | 77 | 7 in | breeze | or | gale, | or | storm, 77 | Icing the | pole, | or in the | torrid | clime | Dark | heaving ; | 77 | boundless, | 77 | endless, | 77 | 7 and sub- | lime | 7 7 | 7 The image of E- ternity! | 77 | 7 the throne, 7 Of the In- | visible; | 77 | even from out thy | slime 7 The monsters of the deep | 7 are made: |77| each zone | 7 O- | beys thee; | 7 7 | thou | goest | forth | dread | fathomless, | 7 a- | lone. | 77 | 77 | And I have loved thee, | Ocean! | 7 and my | joy | 7 Of | youthful | sports | was on thy | breast | to be | Borne, like thy | bubbles, | onward: | 7 from a | boy | 7 I wanton'd with thy | breakers; | 77 |they to | me | Were a de- | light; | 7 7 | and if the freshening | sea | Made them a terror, | 77 | 7 'twas a pleasing | fear, 7 For | I was | 7 as it were | 7 a | child of | thee | 7 And trusted to thy | billows | 7 7 | far and | near, | 7 And | laid my | hand | 7 upon thy | name, | 7 as I | do | here. | 77 | 77 | LORD THURLOW'S REPLY TO THE DUKE OF GRAFTON. The Duke had (in the House of Lords) reproached Lord Thurlow with his plebian extraction, and his recent admission to the peerage. Lord Thurlow rose from the woolsack, and advanced slowly to the place from which the Chancellor addresses the house, then fixing his eye upon the Duke, spoke as follows. 7 My | Lords, 7 | 7 7 | I am a- | mazed, | 7 7 | yes my Lords, 7 | I am a mazed at his Grace's | | | |