The rock, the vulture, and the chain, Which speaks but in its loneliness, And then is jealous lest the sky Should have a listener, nor will sigh Until its voice is echoless. II. Titan! to thee the strife was given Was thine and thou hast borne it well. III. Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, But baffled as thou wert from high, In the endurance, and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit: Thou art a symbol and a sign To Mortals of their fate and force; Like thee, Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source; And Man in portions can foresee His own funereal destiny; His wretchedness, and his resistance, And his sad unallied existence: To which his Spirit may oppose He was ["Admiral Byron was remarkable for never making a voyage without a tempest. known to the sailors by the facetious name of *Foul-weather Jack' (or 'Hardy Byron'). "But, though it were tempest-toss'd, Still his bark could not be lost.' He returned safely from the wreck of the Wager (in Anson's voyage), and many years after circumnavigated the world, as commander of a similar expedition" (Moore). Admiral the Hon. John Byron (1723-1786), next brother to William, fifth Lord Byron, published his Narrative, of his shipwreck in the Wager, in 1768.] |