But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose
its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish
even in conquering pain; But there is that
within me which shall tire Torture and Time,
and breathe when I expire. 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
now the late remorse of love. Rochdale ^18 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 4, stanza137.
Soy el cantor deAme rica auto ctono y salvaje; mi lira tiene un
alma, mi canto un ideal. Mi verso no se mece
colgado de un ramaje con un vaive n
pausado de hamaca tropical. I am the aboriginal
and savage singer of America; my lyre has a soul,
my song has an ideal. My poetry does not
swing from the branches with the slow
movement of a tropical hammock. Ch'in Chia c.150 Alma Ame rica,'Blaso n' (translated as'Blazon',1935).
He turned the old one-stringed instrument into a many- chorded lyre W.G.
discovered batting; he turned its many narrow
straight channels into one great winding river. Prince Ranjitsinhji Of W G Grace.TheJubilee Book of Cricket.
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves
are falling like its own! The tumult of thy
mighty harmonies Will take from both
a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in
sadness. Percy Bysshe Shelley 'Ode to theWestWind', l.57^61.