Note 90 — POEMS OF JULY-SEPTEMBER, 1816. THE DREAM.
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{62}[Byron often insists on this compression of life into a yet briefer span than even mortality allows. Compare—
"He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life," etc.
Childe Harold, Canto III. stanza v. lines 1, 2, Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 218, note 1.
Compare, too—
"My life is not dated by years— There are moments which act as a plough," etc.
Lines to the Countess of Blessington, stanza 4.]