...the rest, did feelingly aver. And now for awhile — " Our task is done : our song hath ceased ; our theme Has died into an echo. It is fit The spell should break of this protracted dream. And what is writ is writ ; would it were worthier !" And BO, wishing you, kind reader, and the gallant...

...with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child...break of this protracted dream. The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp — and what is writ, is writ,— Would it were worthier...

...wanton'dwith thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child...And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here." These Stanzas may be separated from the Poem — the feeling of readers innumerable so separates them...

...wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror— 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child...billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — aa I do here. 185. My task is done — my song hath ceased— my theme Has died into nn echo ;...

...with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child...break of this protracted dream. The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp — and what is writ, is writ, — Would it were worthier...

...with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child...near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here. 185. My task is done— my song hath ceased— my theme Has died into an echo ; it is fit The spell...

...distant readers whom it may be some time before Lord Byron's volume reaches. My task is done — ray song hath ceased— my theme Has died into an echo...should break of this protracted dream. The torch shall he extinguished which hath lit My midnight lamp — and what is writ is writ, — Would it were worthier...

...with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee. And trusted to thy billows far ind near, '• • •! laid in v band upon thy nunc— :, > I do here. LE PATTISSIER. Monsieur grown...

...pains and pleasures that have attended it are at an end. " My task is done ; my song hath ceas'd ; my theme Has died into an echo ; — it is fit The spell should break of this protracted drearn : The torch shall he extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp — and what is writ is writ...

...freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of tbee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here. CLXXXV. My taskis done— my song hath ceased— my theme Has died into an echo ; it is fit The spell...