Note 1 — Chapter IV
Isabel Hill translation
Lord Byron translated this paragraph in the fourth canto of Childe Harold, but without acknowledging whence the ideas were borrowed:—
"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore;—upon the wat'ry plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage. * * * * * * * Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now." Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now." See stanzas 179 and 182.—TR.