Lord Byron – Childe Harold Canto 4 part 9
Childe Harold stands in contemplation of “The azure gloom of an Italian night, where the deep skies assume hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven,…”.And to “Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift my hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave for thee a gift….”. He boasts a little “But I have lived, and have not lived in vain…”. As “I see before me the Gladiator lie……He reck’d not of the life he lost nor prize, but where his rude hut by the Danube lay there were his young barbaraians all at play, there was their Dacian mother – he, their sire, butcher’d to make a Roman holiday -….”
