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...guidance, wheresoe'er it lead! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. .' In my youth's summer I did sing of one, The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind; Again I seize...

...guidance, whereso'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. There is something glorious in the energy, which can regard the ocean as a managed steed, welcome its...

...mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for [ am as a weed. Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam,...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. It is this kind of personal allusion thut we most object to in the whole of this third canto, and we...

...should quiyer as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering sjtrew. the gale, Still must I on ; for 1 am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep j the tempest's breath prevail . There is something glorious in the energy, which can regard the ocean...

...should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail !" Lord Byron. The SON NET* is also of Italian origin. I have already occupied so much space, that...

...loneliness, and think of the past, and can you condemn me ? My loneliness i it is frightful. " I feel as a weed Flung from the rock on ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's Hv.it I • prevail." The fourteenth evening after I kft you, we landed on the American shore ; the...

...Though the straiued mast should quiver as a reed, Ami the rent canvass fluttering strew the § ale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the...the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. It is this kind of personal allusion that we most object to in the whole of this third canto, and we...

...reed, And the rent canvas fluttering on the gale Still must I on — for I am as a weed I Hung from a rock, on ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep — the tempest's breath prevail. Byron. SPEECH OF AN OLD OAK IN THE PLEASURE GROUND AT . Stranger, if peace delights your cultured mind...

...And the rent canv.ts fluttering strew the gale, Slill must I on ; for Ï am as a weed. Flung from ihe rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breatli prevail. TIT. In my youth's summer I did sing of one, The wandering outlaw of bis own dark...