STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR PETER PARKER. 417 Yet Tenderness and Time may rob the tear 1 May, 1814. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 559.] ELEGIAC STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR PETER PARKER, BART.2 I. THERE is a tear for all that die,3 A mourner o'er the humblest grave; But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps above the brave. 1. [The last six lines are printed from the MS.] 2. [Sir P. Parker fell in August, 1814, in his twenty-ninth year, whilst leading a party from his ship, the Menelaus, at the storming of the American camp near Baltimore. He was Byron's first cousin (his father, Christopher Parker (1761-1804), married Charlotte Augusta, daughter of Admiral the Hon. John Byron); but they had never met since boyhood. (See letter to Moore, Letters, 1899, iii. 150; see too Letters, i. 6, note 1.) The stanzas were included in Hebrew Melodies, 1815, and in the Ninth Edition of Childe Harold, 1818.] 3. [Compare Tasso's sonnet "Questa Tomba non è, che non è morto," etc. VOL. III. 2 E 2. For them is Sorrow's purest sigh All earth becomes their monument ! 3. A tomb is theirs on every page, 4. For them the voice of festal mirth Grows hushed, their name the only sound; While deep Remembrance pours to Worth The goblet's tributary round. 5. A theme to crowds that knew them not, Who would not share their glorious lot? 6. And, gallant Parker! thus enshrined Thy life, thy fall, thy fame shall be; And early valour, glowing, find A model in thy memory. 7. But there are breasts that bleed with thee In woe, that glory cannot quell; And shuddering hear of victory, Where one so dear, so dauntless, fell. 8. Where shall they turn to mourn thee less? While Grief's full heart is fed by Fame. 9. Alas! for them, though not for thee, They cannot choose but weep the more ; Who ne'er gave cause to mourn before. October 7, 1814. [First published, Morning Chronicle, October 7, 1814.] JULIAN [A FRAGMENT].1 I. THE Night came on the Waters-all was rest 2. There is no vestige, in the Dawning light, Of those that shrieked thro' shadows of the Night. 1. [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.] In him there still is Life, the Wave that dashed The one of Many whom the withering Gale 3. The naked Stranger rose, and wrung his hair, He was on Earth-but what was Earth to him, His fate-his folly-but himself the worst. What was his hope? he looked upon the Wave— 4. He rose and with a feeble effort shaped 5. He raised young Julian. "Is thy Cup so full "Of bitterness-thy Hope-thy heart so dull "That thou shouldst from Thee dash the Draught of Life, "So late escaped the elemental strife! "Rise-tho' these shores few aids to Life supply, be "Thy marvel when thou knowest mine and me. 6. He raised young Julian from the sand, and such Dec. 12, 1814. i. TO BELSHAZZAR. I.i. BELSHAZZAR! from the banquet turn, I. The red light glows, the wassail flows, |