 midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness...  The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed - Page 383by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879Full view - About this book
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...Selected letters, p. 36o. Also see Childe Hurold, canto n, stanzas xxv-xxvn: Itut midst the erowd, the hum, the shock of men. To hear, to see, to feel,...endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less, Ofall that flatter'd, Ibllow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!" 17... | |
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