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The Stanza of Childe Harold

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Who framed the stanza of Childe Harold? He     It was who, halting on a stormy shore,     Knew well the lofty voice which evermore,     In grand distress, doth haunt the sleepless sea     With solemn sounds. And as each wave did roll     Till one came up, the mightiest of the whole,     To sweep and surge across the vacant lea,     Wild words were wedded to wild melody.     This poet must have had a speechless sense     Of some dead summers boundless affluence;     Else, whither can we trace the passioned lore     Of Beauty, steeping to the very core     His royal verse, and that rare light which lies     About it, like a sunset in the skies?

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