Upon whose wrinkled brow alone, Nor truth, nor mercy's trace, is shown, XX. Before them stood a guilty pair; The cloak and doublet, loosely tied, Obscured her charms, but could not hide. She tried to hide the badge of blue, And raised the bonnet from her head, In ringlets rich and rare. Constance de Beverley they know, Sister profess'd of Fontevraud, Whom the church number'd with the dead, For broken vows, and convent fled. XXI. When thus her face was given to view, (Although so pallid was her hue, It did a ghastly contrast bear To those bright ringlets glistering fair,) That neither sense nor pulse she lacks, 1 The picture of Constance before her judges, though more laboured (than that of the Voyage of the Lady Abbess), is not, to our taste, so pleasing; though it has beauty of a kind fully as popular. Jeffrey. I sent for Marmion, because it occurred to me there might be a resemblance between part of Parisina, and a similar scene in the second canto of Marmion. I fear there is, though I never thought of it before, and could hardly wish to imitate that which is inimitable. I wish you would ask Mr. Gifford whether I ought to say anything upon it. I had completed the story on the passage from Gibbon, which indeed leads to a like scene naturally, without a thought of the kind; but it comes upon me not very comfortably. - Lord Byron to Mr. Murray, Feb. 3, 1816. Compare: “... Parisina's fatal charms Again attracted every eye — Would she thus hear him doom'd to die! She stood, I said, all pale and still, The living cause of Hugo's ill; |