Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (With Byron's Biography). Lord Byron

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180 of the reprint from the first version in the Lyrical Ballads, 1798; Poems by S. T. Coleridge, 1893, App. E, p. 515).]

      " ... I depart,

       Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,

       When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye."

      "This night is my departing night,

       For here nae langer mun I stay;

       There's neither friend nor foe of mine,

       But wishes me away.

       What I have done thro' lack of will, I never, never can recall;

       I hope ye're a' my friends as yet.

       Good night, and joy be with you all."]

      My mother is a high-born dame, And much misliketh me; She saith my riot bringeth shame On all my ancestry. I had a sister once I ween, Whose tears perhaps will flow; But her fair face I have not seen For three long years and moe.

      Methinks it would my bosom glad, To change my proud estate, And be again a laughing lad With one beloved playmate. Since youth I scarce have pass'd an hour Without disgust or pain, Except sometimes in Lady's bower, Or when the bowl I drain.

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