[ei] _Through well-known straits behold the steepy shore_.--[MS. erased.] [126] [Compare Coleridge's reflections, in his diary for April 19, 1804, on entering the Straits of Gibraltar: "When I first sat down, with Europe on my left and Africa on my right, both distinctly visible, I felt a quickening of the movements in the blood, but still felt it as a pleasure of _amusement_ rather than of thought and elevation; and at the same time, and gradually winning on the other, the nameless silent forms of nature were working in me, like a tender thought in a man who is hailed merrily by some acquaintance in his work, and answers it in the same tone" (_Anima Poetæ_, 1895, pp. 70, 71).] [127] ["The moon is in the southern sky as the vessel passes through the Straits; consequently, the coast of Spain is in light, that of Africa in shadow" (_Childe Harold_, edited by H. F. Tozer, 1885, p. 232).] [128] [Campbell, in _Gertrude of Wyoming_, Canto I. stanza ii. line 6, speaks of "forests brown;" but, as Mr. Tozer points out, "'brown' is Byron's usual epithet for landscape seen in moonlight." (Compare Canto II. stanza lxx. line 3; _Parisina_, i. 10; and _Siege of Corinth_, ii. 1.)] [ej] {114} _Bleeds the lone heart, once boundless in its zeal_.--[D.] _And friendless now, yet dreams it had a friend_.--[MS.] or, _Far from affection's chilled or changing zeal_.--[MS.] _Divided far by fortune, wave or steel_ _Though friendless now we once have had a friend_.-- [MS. D. erased.] [ek] _Ah! happy years! I would I were once more a boy_.--[MS.] [el] _To gaze on Dian's wan reflected sphere_.--[MS. D] [em] ----_her dreams of hope and pride_.--[MS. D. erased.] [en] {115} _None are so wretched[§] but that_----.--[MS.D.] [§] "Desolate."--[MS. pencil.] [eo] _T.t.b._ [tres tres bien], _but why insert here_.--[MS. pencil.] [129] [In this stanza M. Darmesteter detects "l'accent Wordsworthien" prior to any "doses" as prescribed by Shelley, and quotes as a possible model the following lines from Beattie's _Minstrel_:-- "And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost, What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime, Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast, And view th' enormous waste of vapour, tost In billows, lengthening to th' horizon round, Now scoop'd in gulfs, with mountains now emboss'd! And hear the voice of mirth, and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound."