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11-11-2009, 09:09 PM

I really need help for my paper on Byron:

Do a close reading of a few stanzas from Childe Harold’s
Pilgrimage and then relate them to the larger
context of the canto in which they appear.

I am planning to do Canto third. Could anyone please tell me what canto third is about?? and which stanza is easy to interpret??

I would like to relate it to the theme of Byronic hero for some stanzas, could anyone please tell me which other stanzas there are

I have:

'Tis to create, and in creating live
A being more intense, that we endow
With form our fancy, gaining as we give
The life we image, even as I do now.
What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou, 50
Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth,
Invisible but gazing, as I glow
Mix'd with the spirit, blended with thy birth,
And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth.


Yet must I think wildly: -- I have thought
Too long and darkly, till my brain became,
In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought,
A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame:
And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame,
My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late! 60
Yet am I changed; though still enough the same
In strength to bear what time can not abate,
And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate.


Something too much of this: but now 'tis past
And the spell closes with its silent seal.
Long absent HAROLD re-appears at last;
He of the breast which fain no more would feel,
Wrung with the wounds which kill not, but ne'er heal;
Yet Time, who changes all, had alter'd him
In soul and aspect as in age: years steal 70
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

But soon he knew himself the most unfit 100
Of men to herd with Man; with whom he held
Little in common; untaught to submit
His thoughts to others, though his soul was quell'd
In youth by his own thoughts; still uncompell'd,
He would not yield dominion of his mind
To spirits against whom his own rebell'd;
Proud though in desolation; which could find
A life within itself, to breathe without mankind.

Could anyone please help me interpret this PLZ

THank you SOOOO much