2. One gone 'twas time to seek a second; At least thou hast improved in taste : 3. Seven days and nights of single sorrow! A fortnight past, why then to-morrow, Before a year or two is over We'll form a very pretty corps. 4. Adieu, fair thing! without upbraiding I only wish his love sincerer Than thy young heart has been to me. 1812. [From a MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.] REMEMBER HIM, WHOM PASSION'S POWER.1 I. REMEMBER him, whom Passion's power Severely deeply-vainly proved: When neither fell, though both were loved.. 2. That yielding breast, that melting eye," But saved thee all that Conscience fears; And blush for every pang it cost To spare the vain remorse of years. 4. Yet think of this when many a tongue, i. To him who loves and her who loved.-[MS. M.] iii. Resigning thee, alas! I lost Joys bought too dear, if bright with tears, Yet ne'er regret the pangs it cost.-[MS. M. erased.] I. [It is possible that these lines, as well as the Sonnets "To Genevra," were addressed to Lady Frances Wedderburn Webster. -See Letters, 1898, ii. 2, note 1 ; and Letters, 1899, iii. 8, note 1.] 5. Think that, whate'er to others, thou Hast seen each selfish thought subdued: I bless thy purer soul even now, Even now, in midnight solitude. 6. Oh, God! that we had met in time, 7. Far may thy days, as heretofore,. 8. This heart, alas! perverted long, Itself destroyed might there destroy; To meet thee in the glittering throng, Would wake Presumption's hope of joy.. 9. Then to the things whose bliss or woe, IO. Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness- i. And I been not unworthy thee.-[MS. M.] iii. Might make my hope of guilty joy.—[MS.] From what even here hath passed, may guess II. Oh! pardon that imploring tear, 12. Though long and mournful must it be, Yet I deserve the stern decree, And almost deem the sentence sweet. 13. Still had I loved thee less-my heart It felt not half so much to part As if its guilt had made thee mine. 1813. [MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1814 (Seventh Edition).] IMPROMPTU, IN REPLY TO A FRIEND.1 WHEN, from the heart where Sorrow sits, 1. [Byron forwarded these lines to Moore in a postscript to a letter dated September 27, 1813. "Here's," he writes, 66 an impromptu for you by a person of quality,' written last week, on being reproached for low spirits."-Letters, 1898, ii. 268. They were written at Aston Hall, Rotherham, where he "stayed a week and behaved very well-though the lady of the house [Lady F. Wedderburn Webster] is young, and religious, and pretty, and the master is my particular friend."-Letters, 1898, ii. 267.] ... And o'er the changing aspect flits, And clouds the brow, or fills the eye; Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink : And droop within their silent cell. September, 1813. LMS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1814 (Seventh Edition).] SONNET. TO GENEVRA. THINE eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, When from his beauty-breathing pencil born, [MS. M. First published, Corsair, 1814 (Second Edition).] i. And bleed —.—[MS. M.] 1. ["Redde some Italian, and wrote two Sonnets. . . . I never wrote but one sonnet before, and that was not in earnest, and many years ago, as an exercise-and I will never write another. They are the most puling, petrifying, stupidly platonic compositions."— Diary, December 18, 1813; Letters, 1898, ii. 379.] |