...guidance wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I...to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. This is rhetoric, perhaps, — call it what you will, — but it is rhetoric which...

...guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I...to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.' Canto III. pp. 3, 4. The theme of Childe Harold is then resumed, and the stanzas follow...

...opening stanza of the Corsair, ' O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea ? ' Is there not power in it ? Still must I on ; for I am as a weed Flung from the...Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep. And is there not here the restfulness of its eternity ? Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll...

...currents, and other causes, do not interfere. All are familiar with the sight of the floating sea-weed " Flung from the rock on ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail." Remarkable accumulations of drift weed occur on each side of the equator in the Atlantic,...

...connection to the first two cantos and encourages readers to note the distance Byron had travelled: "In my youth's summer I did sing of One, / The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind ... in that Tale I find / The furrows of long thought, and dried up tears, / . . . Since my young days...

...guidance, wheresoe'er it lead! Though the straiu'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I...as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to eail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. ИХ. In my youth's summer I did sing...

...guidance, wheresoe'er it lead! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale. Still must I on; for I...to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. Ill In my youth's summer I did sing of One, The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind;...

...día ¡Y ver a Cuba esclava. . . ! ¡No, por cierto! ¡Antes un rayo me derribe muerto! A Annie Horton For I am as a weed Flung from the rock on ocean's foam, to sail Wherer'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. Byron Virgen tierna, casta, pura como...

...guidance, wheresoe'er it lead! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, 15 And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I...to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. II 1n In my youth's summer I did sing of One, 20 The wandering outlaw of his own dark...

...the word "seize") and reaching backwards out of the driven movement of the second stanza: for l ani as a weed. Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, or tempest's breath prevail (Byron l980: 77). Michael Cooke glosses the "rock" here as "stability"...