Spirit. Thou 'lt know anon -Come! Come! Man. I have commanded Things of an essence greater far than thine, Spirit. Mortal! thine hour is come — Away! I say. Man. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not Away! I'll die as I have lived Spirit. - alone. Then I must summon up my brethren. Rise! Abbot. [Other Spirits rise up. Avaunt! ye evil ones! Avaunt! I say, Ye have no power where piety hath power, We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order; Waste not thy holy words on idle uses, It were in vain: this man is forfeited. Once more I summon him - Away! away! Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye; Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath Spirit. Reluctant mortal! Is this the Magian who would so pervade Man. Thou false fiend, thou liest! My life is in its last hour, that I know, And length of watching, strength of mind, and skill Upon my strength I do defy deny Spirit. But thy many crimes Have made thee Man. What are they to such as thee? Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes, And its own place and time; its innate sense, Born from the knowledge of its own desert. Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. - Back, ye baffled fiends! The hand of death is on me Abbot. Alas! how pale thou art And thy breast heaves but not yours ! - thy lips are white The accents rattle. Give thy prayers to Heaven Pray albeit but in thought, but die not thus. Man. 'Tis over my dull eyes can fix thee not: But all things swim around me, and the earth He's gone, his soul hath ta'en its earthless flight; TO JOHN MURRAY ROME, May 9, 1817. I am delighted with Rome-as I would be with a bandbox, that is, it is a fine thing to see, finer than Greece; but I have not been here long enough to affect it as a residence, and I must go back to Lombardy, because I am wretched at being away from M[ariann]a. I have been riding my saddle-horses every day, and been to Albano, its lakes, and to the top of the Alban Mount, and to Frascati, Aricia, etc., etc., with an etc., etc., etc., about the city, and in the city: for all which - vide Guide-book. As a whole, ancient and modern, it beats Greece, Constantinople, everything—at least that I have ever seen. But I can't describe, because my first impressions are always strong and confused, and my Memory selects and reduces them to order, like distance in the landscape, and blends them better, although they may be less distinct. There must be a sense or two more than we have, as mortals, which I suppose the Devil has (or t'other); for where there is much to be grasped we are always at a loss, and yet feel that we ought to have a higher and more extended comprehension. I have had a letter from Moore, who is in some alarm about his poem. I don't see why. I have had another from my poor dear Augusta,1 who is in a sad fuss about my late illness; do, pray, tell her (the truth) that I am better than ever, and in importunate health, growing (if not grown) large and ruddy, and congratulated by impertinent persons on my robustious appearance, when I ought to be pale and interesting. I have no thoughts of coming amongst you yet awhile, so that I can fight off business. If I could but make a tolerable sale of Newstead, there would be no occasion for my return; and I can assure you very sincerely, that I am much happier (or, at least, have been so) out of your island than in it. Yours ever truly, 1 Lady Augusta Leigh, Byron's sister. · B. |