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I	A
Is thy face like thy mother's my fair child	B
Ada sole daughter of my house and heart	C
When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled	B
And then we parted not as now we part	C
But with a hope	D
Awaking with a start	C
The waters heave around me and on high	A
The winds lift up their voices I depart	C
Whither I know not but the hour's gone by	A
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye	A
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II	A
Once more upon the waters yet once more	E
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed	F
That knows his rider Welcome to their roar	E
Swift be their guidance wheresoe'er it lead	G
Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed	F
And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale	H
Still must I on for I am as a weed	F
Flung from the rock on Ocean's foam to sail	H
Where'er the surge may sweep or tempest's breath prevail	H
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III	A
In my youth's summer I did sing of One	I
The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind	J
Again I seize the theme then but begun	I
And bear it with me as the rushing wind	J
Bears the cloud onwards in that Tale I find	J
The furrows of long thought and dried up tears	K
Which ebbing leave a sterile track behind	J
O'er which all heavily the journeying years	L
Plod the last sands of life where not a flower appears	L
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IV	A
Since my young days of passion joy or pain	M
Perchance my heart and harp have lost a string	N
And both may jar it may be that in vain	M
I would essay as I have sung to sing	N
Yet though a dreary strain to this I cling	N
So that it wean me from the weary dream	O
Of selfish grief or gladness so it fling	N
Forgetfulness around me it shall seem	O
To me though to none else a not ungrateful theme	O
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V	A
He who grown aged in this world of woe	P
In deeds not years piercing the depths of life	A
So that no wonder waits him nor below	P
Can love or sorrow fame ambition strife	A
Cut to his heart again with the keen knife	A
Of silent sharp endurance he can tell	Q
Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves yet rife	A
With airy images and shapes which dwell	Q
Still unimpair'd though old in the soul's haunted cell	Q
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VI	A
'Tis to create and in creating life	A
A being more intense that we endow	R
With form our fancy gaining as we give	A
The life we image even as I do now	R
What am I Nothing but not so art thou	R
Soul of my thought with whom I traverse earth	S
Invisible but gazing as I grow	P
Mix'd with thy spirit blended with thy birth	S
And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feeling's dearth	S
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VII	A
Yet must I think less wildly I have thought	T
Too long and darkly till my brain became	U
In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought	T
A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame	U
And thus untaught in youth my heart to tame	U
My springs of life were poison'd 'Tis too late	T
Yet am I chang'd though still enough the same	U
In strength to bear what time can not abate	T
And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate	T
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VIII	A
Something too much of this but now 'tis past	T
And the spell closes with its silent seal	V
Long absent HAROLD re appears at last	T
He of the breast which fain no more would feel	V
Wrung with the wounds which kill not but ne'er heal	V
Yet Time who changes all had altered him	W
In sould and aspect as in age years steal	V
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb	W
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim	W
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IX	L
His had been quaff'd too quickly and he found	T
The dregs were wormwood but he fill'd again	X
And from a purer fount on holier ground	T
And deem'd its spring perpetual but in vain	M
Still round him clung invisibly a chain	M
Which gall'd for ever fettering though unseen	Y
And heavy though it clank'd not worn with pain	M
Which pined although it spoke not and grew keen	Y
Entering with every step he took through many a scene	Y
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X	L
Secure in guarded coldness he had mix'd	T
Again in fancied safety with his kind	T
And deem'd his spirit now so firmly fix'd	T
And sheath'd with an invulnerable mind	T
That if no joy no sorrow lurk'd behind	T
And he as one might midst the many stand	T
Unheeded searching through the crowd to find	T
Fit speculation such as in strange land	T
He found in wonder works of God and Nature's hand	T
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XI	L
But who can view the ripened rose nor seek	Z
To wear it who can curiously behold	T
The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek	Z
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old	T
Who can contemplate Fame through clouds unfold	T
The star which rises o'er her steep nor climb	A2
Harold once more within the vortex roll'd	T
On with the giddy circle chasing Time	A2
Yet with a nobler aim than in his youth's fond prime	A2
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XII	L
But soon he knew himself the most unfit	T
Of men to herd with man with whom he held	T
Little in common untaught to submit	T
His thoughts to others though his soul was quell'd	T
In youth by his own thoughts still uncompell'd	T
He would not yield dominion of his mind	T
To spirits against whom his own rebell'd	T
Proud though in desolation which could find	T
A life within itself to breathe without mankind	T
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XIII	L
Where rose the mountains there to him were friends	L
Where roll'd the ocean theron was his home	B2
Where a blue sky and glowing clime extends	L
He had the passion and the power to roam	B2
The desert forest cavern breaker's foam	B2
Were unto him companionship they spake	C2
A mutual language clearer than the tome	B2
Of his land's tongue which he would oft forsake	C2
For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake	C2
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XIV	A
Like the Chaldean he could watch the stars	L
Till he had peopled them with beings bright	T
As their own beams and earth and earth born jars	L
And human frailties were forgotten quite	T
Could he have kept his spirit to that flight	T
He had been happy but this clay will sink	D2
Its spark immortal envying it the light	T
To which it mounts as if to break the link	D2
That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink	D2
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XV	A
But in Man's dwellings he became a thing	N
Restless and worn and stern and wearisome	E2
Droop'd as a wild born falcon with clipt wing	N
To whom the boundless air alone were home	B2
Then came his fit again which to o'ercome	B2
As eagerly the barr'd up bird will beat	T
His breast and beak against his wiry dome	B2
Till the blood tinge his plumage so the heat	T
Of his impeded soul would through his bosom eat	T
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XVI	A
Self exiled Harold wanders forth again	X
With nought of hope left but with less of gloom	B2
The very knowledge that he lived in vain	M
That all was over on this side the tomb	B2
Had made Despair a smilingness assume	B2
Which though 'twer wild as on the plundered wreck	F2
When mariners would madly meet their doom	B2
With draughts intemperate on the sinking deck	F2
Did yet inspire a cheer which he forbore to check	F2
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XVII	A
Stop for thy tread is on an Empire's dust	T
An earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below	P
Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust	T
Nor column trophied for triumphal show	P
None but the moral's truth tells simpler so	P
As the ground was before thus let it be	L
How that red rain hath made the harvest grow	P
And is this all the world has gained by thee	L
Thou first and last of fields king making Victory	L
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XVIII	A
And Harold stands upon this place of skulls	L
The grave of France the deadly Waterloo	G2
How in an hour the power which gave annuls	L
Its gifts transferring fame as fleeting too	G2
In 'pride of place' here last the eagle flew	G2
Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain	M
Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through	G2
Ambition's life and labours all were vain	M
He wears the shattered links of the world's broken chain	M
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XIX	L
Fit retribution Gaul may champ the bit	T
And foam in fetters but is Earth more free	L
Did nations combat to make One submit	T
Or league to teach all kings true sovereignty	L
What shall reviving Thraldom again be	L
The patched up idol of enlightened days	L
Shall we who struck the Lion down shall we	L
Pay the Wolf homage proffering lowly gaze	L
And servile knees to thrones No prove before ye praise	L
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XX	L
If not o'er one fallen desp	D