...it not better thus our lives to wear, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear? Lxxn. I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that...nature, save to be A link reluctant in a fleshly chain, Class'd among creatures, when the soul can flee, And with the sky, the peak, the heaving plain Of ocean,...

...Sie durfen fruh des ewigen Lichts geniessen Das spater sich zu uns hernieder wendet. GOETHE. / Uve not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a fecling but Tke. hum of human cities torture BYRON. Arrojaré una mirada sobrela montaña del Altar...

...inflict or bear? LXXIL I iJTf not in myeclf, but I beeome Portion of that around mu : and to me Ui/ii mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture : I can see V'thiug to lonthe in nature, save to be A link reluctant in a fleahy chain, Cua'd among creatures,...

...left a small box containing a record of our ascent, and returned by the route by which we ascended. I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that...are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture. A War-time Ascent of Mont Blanc By J. MONROE THORINGTON American Ambulance Corps, 1917 It is with some...

...organized mind. ALAN BRIEN (b. 1925), Brilish novelist, humorisl. Punch (London, 22 March 1979). 3 Hud on SOfiROW. CUBA 1 I had to say something To strike..."I like Fidel Castro and his beard." BOB DYLAN (b LORD BYRON (1 788-1824), English poet- Chitde Harold's Pilgrimage, do. 3, si. 72 II 81 2). 4 Nothing...

...better thus oar lives to wear, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear ? LXXH. I lire rs to Worth The goblet's tributary round. A theme to crowds that knew them not, Lamented by adm bnt the hum Of Ьшшш cities torture : I can see Nothing to loathe in nature, save to be A link reluctant...

...perhaps of this partiality. The following, however, will more completely justify that observation. I live not in myself, but I become . Portion of that...are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture, . . . Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of...

...(Poetical Works, 4: 94). Just after the passage about the lake embosoming the froward Rhone, Byron writes, "I can see / Nothing to loathe in Nature, save to be / A link reluctant in a fleshly chain, / Class' d among creatures" (3.72). To rise above the metonymic linkage of mere created things, Byron...

...crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear? LXX 440 CHILDE HAROLD S PILGRIMAGE: CANTO III LXXII 680 I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that...I can see Nothing to loathe in nature, save to be 685 A link reluctant in a fleshly chain, Class'd among creatures, when the soul can flee, And with...

...warm some wood. Back to back and buckle to buckle. And the cowboy beat goes on and on and on and on. I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that...are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture — Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage I ask your indulgence if I sometimes speak in terms of my...