And more on that recall'd resemblance pause, Which shades, yet shows that forehead more than fair, Some charm that well rewards another view. August, 1814. TO BELSHAZZAR. BELSHAZZAR! from the banquet turn, Crown'd and anointed from on high; Go! dash the roses from thy brow Grey hairs but poorly wreathe with them Where thou hast tarnish'd every gem Oh! early in the balance weigh'd, ; To see thee moves the scorner's mirth : ELEGIAC STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR PETER PARKER, BART.* THERE is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave; But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps above the brave. For them is Sorrow's purest sigh O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent : In vain their bones unburied lie, All earth becomes their monument ! A tomb is theirs on every page, For them the voice of festal mirth Grows hush'd, their name the only sound; A theme to crowds that knew them not, Who would not share their glorious lot? And, gallant Parker! thus enshrined A model in thy memory. * This gallant officer fell in August, 1814, in his twenty-ninth year, whilst commanding, on shore, a party belonging to his ship, the Menelaus, and animating them in storming the American camp near Baltimore. He was Lord Byron's first cousin ; but they had never met since boyhood.-E. But there are breasts that bleed with thee Where one so dear, so dauntless, fell. Where shall they turn to mourn thee less? While Grief's full heart is fed by Fame. Alas! for them, though not for thee, October, 1814. STANZAS FOR MUSIC.* O lachrymaruin fons, tenero sacros Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.-GRAY. THERE 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain * These verses were given by Lord Byron to Mr. Power, of the Strand, who has published them, with very beautiful music by Sir John Stevenson. ["I feel merry enough to send you a sad song. An event, the death of poor Dorset, and the recollection of what I once felt, and ought to have felt now, but could not-set me pondering, and finally into the train of thought which you have in your hands. I wrote them with a view to your setting them, and as a present to Power, if he would accept the words, and you did not think yourself degraded, for once in a way, by marrying them to music. I don't care what Power says to secure the property of the song, so that it is not complimentary to me, nor any thing about condescending' or 'noble author'—both vile phrases,' as Polonius says."—Lord B. to Mr. Moore.] Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, grey beneath. Oh! could I feel as I have felt,-or be what I have been, March, 1815. STANZAS FOR MUSIC. THERE be none of beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : And the midnight moon is weaving So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of summer's ocean. HEBREW MELODIES. I. A PARAPHRASE OF PSALM CXXXVIII. In the valley of waters we wept o'er the day away. The song they demanded in vain-it lay still In our souls, as the wind that hath died on the hill; All stringlessly hung on the willow's sad tree, As dead as her dead leaf those mute harps must be; THEY say that hope is happiness; But genuine love must prize the past, And memory wakes the thoughts that bless; They rose the first-they set the last; And all that memory loves the most Alas! it is delusion all : The future cheats us from afar, Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.* * Mr. Nathan, the composer of the music for the Hebrew Melodies, relates the following anecdote relative to these lines :-" Having been officiously taken up by a person who arrogated to himself some self-importance in criticism, and who made an observation upon their demerits, Lord Byron quaintly observed, "They were written in haste, and they shall perish in the same manner!" and immediately consigned them |