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The odd and paradoxical effect of Childe Harold is that it testifies to the most important fact about Byron
as a poet: Unlike any of the other romantics, he did not imagine being a poet as a transcendent fact. His
refusal of such a claim is part of his greatness, but it is a refusal nonetheless. In comparing himself with
Napoleon and with Rousseau, he is acknowledging the ultimate triviality of what he is doing, even while
using the language of overweening pride. His poetry is more fully about nature than that of any other
romantic poet, because it is least about the depths of selfhood. Of course, Byron’s overwhelming and
intoxicating personality can be felt in every page he writes. But he refuses to go deep, and this refusal
returns us to the nature and freedom from self that he found in nature. Poetry is for Byron a means, and
not an end: a means to finding freedom finally in the nature it celebrates. It is this fact—most palpable
in Childe Harold—that displays both Byron’s greatness and his limitations. Those limitations are the very
subject of his poetry; they are what make it great, and they are also where he finds the freedom to be
overwhelming and intoxicating, a freedom he preferred to the implacable demands of the uncompromising
poetic vocation of the other romantics.
The first lines of this section of ‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ are some of the poet’s best-known. He writes
of the “pathless woods,” “lonely shore,” and his love for nature. The celebration of nature’s beauty and
power is a theme found throughout Byron’s work (and the work of others from this period).
The poet opens this section by speaking of all the pleasures that can be taken from nature and how his
love for the natural world does not decrease his love of humankind. The two things exist at the same
time. The poet’s speaker emphasizes the fact that when he spends time in nature, he feels as though he’s
mingled with the Universe or merged with the world and all its complex pieces. He’s hoping to convey this
connection to the reader and inspire them to consider nature in the same way. It’s hard for him to
express the way that these experiences make him feel, he continues on to say, but he also has a hard
time “conceal[ing]” or hiding his feelings. These two facts of his experience are what drive the following
lines.
In the section entitled “Apostrophe to the Ocean” Byron does his best to explain the overwhelming power
and justice of the ocean. While he acknowledges his inability to fully describe these characteristics, he
also proclaims the truth of his statements. He writes, “ . . . I steal / From all I may be, or have been
before, / To mingle with the Universe, and feel / What I can ne’er express, yet can not all conceal” (lines
1599-1602). He describes leaving behind his previous self—somewhat like shedding a skin—and looking
with honesty at the truth of things or the things which cannot be concealed. He writes of facts that cannot
be hidden either through intentional disguises or through a lack of appropriate words. Byron appears to be
rejecting the falseness of men, the claims of human dominance, and the façade of civilization. Byron looks
at the works of men that were designed to conquer lesser things and sees failure and pretence. He writes,
“Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; / Man marks the earth with ruin—his control / Stops with
the shore” (lines 1604-1606).