The work of Lord Byron, in verse and prose, including his letters, journals, etc . •***,*AOHtH -Mrjfa. Canto III. CHILDE HAROLDS PILGRIMAGE. 25 It is the hush of night, and all betweenThy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear,Mellowd and mingling, yet distinctly seen,Save darkend Jura, whose capt heights appearPrecipitously steep ; and drawing near,There breathes a living fragrance from the shore,Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the earDrops the light drip of the suspended oar,Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII. He is an evening reveller, who makesHis life
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The work of Lord Byron, in verse and prose, including his letters, journals, etc . •***, *AOHtH -Mrjfa. Canto III. CHILDE HAROLDS PILGRIMAGE. 25 It is the hush of night, and all betweenThy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellowd and mingling, yet distinctly seen, Save darkend Jura, whose capt heights appearPrecipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the earDrops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII. He is an evening reveller, who makesHis life an infancy, and sings his fill;At intervals, some bird from out the brakesStarts into voice a moment, then is still.There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dewsAll silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuseDeep into Natures breast the spirit of her hues. LXXXVIII. Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!If in your bright leaves we would read the fateOf men and empires, —tis to be forgiven.That in our