Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems]. - 第 106 頁
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 著 - 1832