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VIII.
Yet oft-times in his maddest mirthful mood
Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow,
As if the memory of some deadly feud .
Or disappointed passion lurk'd below.
But this none knew, nor haply car'd to know;
For his was not that open, artless soul
That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow,

Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole,
Whate'er his grief mote be, which he could not control.

IX.
And none did love him—though to hall and bower
He gather'd revellers from far and near,
He knew them flatt'rers of the festal hour;
The heartless parasites of present cheer.
Yea! none did love him-not his lemans dear
But pomp and power alone are woman's care,
And where these are, light Eros finds a feere;

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

X.
Childe Harold had a mother—not forgot,
Though parting from that mother he did shun;
A sister whom he lov'd, but saw her not
Before his weary pilgrimage begun:
If friends he had, he bade adieu to none.
Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;
Ye, who have known what 'tis to doat upon

A few dear objects, will in sadness feel
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

XI.
His house, his home, his heritage, his lands,
The laughing dames in whom he did delight,
Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands,
Might shake the saintship of an anchorite,
And long had fed his youthful appetite;
His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine,
And all that mote to luxury invite,

Without a sigh he left, to cross the brine,
And traverse Paynim shores, and pass Earth's central line.

XII.

The sails were fill’d, and fair the light winds blew,
As glad to waft him from his native home;
And fast the white rocks faded from his view,
And soon were lost in circumambient foam :
And then, it may be, of his wish to roam .
Repented he, but in his bosom slept
The silent thought, nor from his lips did come

One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept,
And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept.

XIII. But when the sun was sinking in the sea 4 He seiz'd his harp, which he at times could string, And strike, albeit with untaught melody, When deem'd he no strange ear was listening: And now his fingers o'er it he did fling, And tun'd his farewell in the dim twilight. While flew the vessel on her snowy wing,

And fleeting shores receded from his sight, Thus to the clements he pour'd his last“ Good Night.”

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“ Adieu, adieu ! my native shore

Fades o’er the waters blue; The Night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,

And shrieks the wild seamew. Yon Sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native Land-Good Night!

A few short hours and He will rise

To give the Morrow birth;
And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother Earth.
Deserted is my own good hall,

Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall;

My dog howls at the gate.

“ Come hither, hither, my little page!

Why dost thou weep and wail?
Or dost thou dread the billows' rage,

Or tremble at the gale?
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye;

Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly

More merrily along."

Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high,

I fear not wave nor wind; .
Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I

Am sorrowful in mind;
For I have from my father gone,

A mother whom I love,
. And have no friend, save these alone,

But thee-and one above.

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