...portions of Childe Harold which suggested to the author the aspect of Herbert on meeting again his wife „He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life," The words however in the poem ,,0n the Night our Daughter was borne"***) are not like these of Byron....

...fling Forgctfulness around me — it shall seem To mo, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...again with 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...

...35 Forgetfulness around me — it shall seem To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. v. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...depths of life, So that* no wonder waits him; nor below 40 Can love or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent,...

...fling Forgetfulness around me — it 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 1 no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to his heart again...

...fling Forgetfulness around me — it shall seem To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. T. He who, grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to his heart again witli the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves,...

...fling Forgetfulness around me — it shall seem To me, though no one else, a not ungrateful theme. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...again with 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...

...fling Forgetfulness around me — it shall seem To me, though no one else, a not ungrateful theme. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...again with 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...

...fling Forgetfulness around me — it shall seem To me, though no one else, a not ungrateful theme. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...below Can love or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Gut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks...

...fling Forgetfulncss around me — it shall seem To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. v. h h helow Can love or sorrow, fame, amhition, strife, Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent,...

...fling Forgetfulness around me — it shall seem To me, though no one else, a not ungrateful theme. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...again with 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...