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TO IANTHE. (1)
Not in those climes where I have late been straying, Though Beauty long hath there been matchless
deem'd; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dream'd, Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seem'd: Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they
beam'dTo such as see thee not my words were weak; To those who gaze on thee what language could
Ah! may'st thou ever be what now thou art,
Beholds the rainbow of her future years, Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow disappears.
(1) [The Lady Charlotte Harley, second daughter of Edward fifth Ear) of Oxford, (now Lady Charlotte Bacon), in the autumn of 1812, when these lines were addressed to her, had not completed her eleventh year. Mr. Westall's portrait of the juvenile beauty, painted at Lord Byron's request, is engraved in “ Finden's Illustrations.” - E.]
Young Peri (1) of the West !- 'tis well for me
To those whose admiration shall succeed,
decreed. Oh! let that eye, which, wild as the Gazelle's, (2) Now brightly bold or beautifully shy, Wins as it wanders, dazzles where it dwells, Glance o'er this page, nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh, Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much, dear maid, accord; nor question why
To one so young my strain I would commend,
matchless lily blend.
Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld, forgotten last : My days once number'd, should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee, loveliest as thou wast,
Such is the most my memory may desire; Though more than Hope can claim, could Friendship
less require ? (1) [Peri, the Persian term for a beautiful intermediate order of beings, is generally supposed to be another form of our own word Fairy. -E]
(2) [A species of the antelope. “ You have the eyes of a gazelle,” is con. sidered all over the East as the greatest compliment that can be paid ta a woman.-E.]
CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
CANTO THE FIRST.
Oh, thou! in Hellas deem'd of heavenly birth,
(1) The little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi. Along the path of the mountain, from Chrysso, are the remains of ,sepulchres hewn in and from the rock. “ One," said the guide, “ of a king who broke his neck hunting." His majesty had certainly chosen the fittest spot for such an achievement. A little above Castri is a cave, supposed the Pythian, of immense depth; the upper part of it is paved, and now a cow. house. On the other side of Castri stands a Greek monastery; some way above which is the cleft in the rock, with a range of caverns difficult of ascent, and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias. From this part descend the fountain and the “ Dews of Castalie." - [“ We were sprinkled,” says Mr. Hobhouse, “ with the spray of the immortal rill, and here, if any where, should have felt the poetic inspiration : we drank deep, too, of the spring; but - (I can answer for myself) - without feeling sensible of any extraor. dinary effect.” - -E.]
Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth,
Save concubines and carnal companie,
Childe Harold was he hight:- but whence his name
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Then loathed he in his native land to dwell,