...should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock on Ocean's foam, to...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail." -He then adds, that he resumes the tale of " the wandering outlaw of his own dark mind," to him " a...

...morel. And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knowt Ids rider. . . Still must I on; for I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam to sail, Wherein tbe surge may tweep, the tempett breath prevail." 'By such an introduction, we are prepared...

...should quiver as a reed, "* """Arid the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must 1 on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock on Ocean's foam, to sail ' nt Swift be their guidance, whereso'er it lead! Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath...

...companionless, fro») wave to wave, On life's rough sea— and there was none to save. . MONTGOMERY. - For I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the snrge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevailHere the similarity is not, as in the preceding instances,...

...should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I 011; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail." pp.S,4, The noble bard takes the opportunity, during this vagrant voyage, of relating, in about a dozen...

...should quiver US ¡I ТИП), And the rent canvas flottering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the snrge may sweep, the tern« pest's breath prevail." pp. î,4. The noble bard takes the opportunity,...

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...quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a wred, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. III. In my youth's summer I did sing of One, The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind; Again I seize...

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...Leben, wie er in dem 3ten Tleil von Childe Harold sagt: Once more upon the waters, yes , once more. I am as a weed Flung from the rock , on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the 'surge may sweep , the tempest breath prevail *). Er ging nach den Niederlanden, Deutschland, der Schweiz, und leht jetzt...