...vain: My mind may lose its force, my blood its tire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; Bui there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Chiliie Harold's Pilgrimage (181218) canto 4, St. 137 3 There were his young barbarians all at play,...

...undertakes, puts no period to the dialectic. As Byron says in the fourth canto of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: But there is that within me which shall tire Torture...expire; Something unearthly, which they deem not of. (st. 137) To achieve this peculiar kind of immortality requires a perpetuation of resistance and strife,...

...that this something will finally, inexplicably, be the agent of love and perhaps even of forgiveness. But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind...Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky...

...the opening of Byron's famous self-elegizing in the climax to Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, IV (1818): But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind...Something unearthly, which they deem not of. Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky...

...through struggle, some kind of ultimate identification with nature, with the cosmos, could be achieved: But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind...Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remember'd tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their soften'd spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky...