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Few earthly things found lavoui ni ww way
Save concubines and carnal companie, Aud flaunting wassailers of high and low degree.
CANTO THE FIRST.
Oh, thou! in Hellas deem'd of heavenly birth, Muse! form’d or fabled at the minstrel's will ! Since shained full oft by later lyres on earth, Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine,' Where, save that feeble fountain, all is still ;
Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale—this lowly lay of mine.
Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth,
Save concubines and carnal companie,
Childe Harold was he hight :-but whence his name
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun,
Then loathed he in his native land to dwell,
For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run,
And spoild her goodly lands to gild his waste,