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Vain is each threat, or supplicating
prayer; He drives them exiles from their blest
abode, To roam
a dreary world in deep despair No friend, no home, no refuge, but
13. Hark! how the hall, resounding to the
strain, Shakes with the martial music's novel
din ! The heralds of a warrior's haughty
reign, High crested banners wave thy walls
17. Not unaveng'd the raging Baron yields; The blood of traitors smears the
purple plain; Unconquer'd still, his falchion there he
wields, And days of glory yet for him remain.
18. Still, in that hour, the warrior wish'd to
strew Self-gathered laurels on a self-sought
grave; But Charles' protecting genius hither
flew, The monarch's friend, the monarch's hope, to save.
19. Trembling, she snatch'd him, from th'
1 Newstead sustained a considerable siege in the war between Charles I. and his Parliament.
2 Lord Byron and his brother Sir William held high commands in the royal army.
mended by many eminent literary men, particuarly by Dr Moore in his Letters to Burns, I bare ventured to use it on account of its har.
1 The priory was dedicated to the Virgin.
14 the dissolution of the monasteries, Henry VIII. bestowed Newstead Abbey on Sir Jotun Byron.
[During the lifetime of Lord Byron's predecessor in the title there was found in the lake 2 tarze brass eagle, in the body of which were concealed a number of ancient deeds and docuIrents. This eagle is supposed to have been thrown into the lake by the retreating monks. Lle. p. 2, nole. It is now a lectern in Southwell Minster.)
23. Hush'd is the harp, unstrung the war
like lyre, The minstrel's palsied hand reclines
in death; No more he strikes the quivering chords
with fire, Or sings the glories of the martial
28. The legal Ruler ?
the helm, He guides through gentle seas, the
prow of state; Hope cheers, with wonted smiles, the
peaceful realm, And heals the bleeding wounds
of wearied Hate.
A violent tem
former was General-in-Chief in Ireland, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Governor to James, Duke of York, afterwards the unhappy James II.; the latter had a principal share in many actions,
i Lucius Cary, Lord Viscount Falkland, the most accomplished man of his age, was killed at the battle of Newbury, charging in the ranks of Lord Byron's regiment of cavalry.
1 This is an Historical fact. pest occurred immediately subsequent to death or interment of Cromwell, which casioned many disputes between his partisans and the cavaliers: both interpreted the air cumstance into divine interposition; but whether as approbation or condemnation, we leave the casuists of that age to decide. I have made such use of the occurrence as suited the subject of my poem.
• Charles II.
33. Ak happy days! too happy to endure ! Such simple sports our plain fore
fathers knew: No splendid vices glitter'd to allure; Their joys were many, as their cares were few,
34. From these descending, Sons to Sires
succeed; Time steals along, and Death uprears
his dart; Another Chief impels the foaming steed, Another Crowd pursue the panting
39. Haply thy sun, emerging yet may shine,
Thee to irradiate with meridian ray; Hours, splendid as the past, may still
be thine, And bless thy future as thy former day. [First printed, January, 1807.]
TO GEORGE, EARL DELAWARR.
Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to
each other; The friendships of childhood, though
fleeting, are true;
The love which you felt was the love of
a brother, Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.
2. But Friendship can vary her gentle
dominion; The attachment of years, in a moment
expires: Like Love, too, she moves on a swift
waving pinion, í But glows not, like Love, with unquenchable fires.
3. Full oft have we wander'd through Ida
together, And blest were the scenes of our
youth, I allow: In the spring of our life, how serene is
4. No more with Affection shall Memory
blending, The wonted delights of our child
hood retrace: When Pride steels the bosom, the
heart is unbending, And what would be Justice appears a disgrace.
5. However, dear George, for I still must
esteem you The few, whom I love, I can never
upbraid; The chance, which has lost, may in
future redeem you, Repentance will cancel the vow you have made.
6. I will not complain, and though chill'd
is affection, With me no corroding resentment
shall live: My bosom is calm'd by the simple
reflection, That both may be wrong, and that
both should forgive.
7. You knew, that my soul, that my heart,
my existence, If danger demanded, were wholly
your own; You knew me unalter'd, by years or
by distance, Devoted to love and to friendship alone.
8. You knew, - but away with the vain
retrospection! The bond of affection no longer
endures; Too late you may droop o'er the fond
recollection, And sigh for the friend, who was formerly yours.
9. For the present, we part,
- I will hope not for ever; ? For time and regret will restore you
at last: To forget our dissension we both should
endeavour, I ask no atonement, but days like the past.
[First published, June, 1807.]
In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense of shame and virtue
wean'd, In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; Vers'd in hypocrisy, while yet a child; Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild; Woman his dupe, his heedless friend a
tool; Old in the world, though scarcely broke
from school; Damætas ran through all the maze of
sin, And found the goal, when others just Ev'n still conflicting passions shake his
begin: 1 (See Byron's Letter to Lord Clare of February 6, 1807.)
2 In law, every person is an infant who has not attained the age of twenty-one.
soul, And bid him drain the dregs of Pleas
ure's bowl; But, pallid with vice, he breaks his
former chain, And what was once his bliss appears his bane.
[First published, June, 1807.]
Of soothing compliments divested,
TO MARION.' MARION! why that pensive brow? What disgust to life hast thou? Change that discontented air; Frowns become not one so fair. Tis not Love disturbs thy rest, Love's a stranger to thy breast: He, in dimpling smiles, appears, Ur mourns in sweetly timid tears; Or bends the languid eyelid down, But shuns the cold forbidding frown. Then resume thy former fire, me will love, and all admire! A bile that icy aspect chills us, Saght but cool Indiff'rence thrills us. Bould'st thou wand'ring hearts beguile, cile, at least, or seem to smile; Eres like thine were never meant To hide their orbs in dark restraint; Site of all thou fain would'st say, Still in fruant beams they play. Tay lips — but here my modest Muse Her impulse chaste must needs refuse: be blushes, curt sies, frowns, – in
short She Dreads lest the Subject should trans
port me; And Aying off, in search of Reason, Brings Prudence back in proper season. All I shall, therefore, say (whate'er I think, is neither here nor there,) Is, that such lips, of looks endearing, il'ere form'd for better things than
Marion, adieu! oh, prythee slight
not This warning, though it may delight
not; And, lest my precepts be displeasing, To those who think remonstrance
teasing, At once I'll tell thee our opinion, Concerning Woman's soft Dominion: Howe'er we gaze, with admiration, On eyes of blue or lips carnation; Howe'er the flowing locks attract us, Howe'er those beauties may distract us; Still fickle, we are prone to rove, These cannot fix our souls to love; It is not too severe a stricture, To say they form a pretty picture; But would'st thou see the secret chain, Which binds us in your humble train, To hail you Queens of all Creation, Know, in a word, 'lis Animation.
BYRON, January 10, 1807. [First published, June, 1807.)
OSCAR OF ALVA."
How sweetly shines, through azure
skies, The lamp of Heaven on Lora's shore; Where Alva's hoary turrets rise,
And hear the din of arms no more!
But often has yon rolling moon,
On Alva's casques of silver play'd; And view'd, at midnight's silent noon,
Her chiefs in gleaming mail array’d:
The MS. of this poem is preserved at Newstad - This was to Harriet Maltby, afterwids Mrs. Nichols, written upon her meeting Tin, and "being cold, silent, and reserved to
by the advice of a Lady with whom she was aaving quite foreign to her usual manner, utuh nas zas, lively, and full of flirtation." Seo Hiss E. Pigol.)]
1 The catastrophy of this tale was suggested by the story of "Jeronymo and Lorenzo,” in the first volume of Schiller's Armenian, or the Ghost-Seer. It also bears some resemblance to a scene in the third act of Macbeth.