The Poetical Works of Lord Byron. Collected and arranged with notes by Sir Walter Scott, Lord Jeffrey [and others] ... New and complete edition. With portrait and illustrative engravings

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THE POETICAL WORKS OF LORD BYRON. LOyDOX : niXXKD Er SPOTTISWOODI! iKD CO, NEW-STHEIr SQrARB. THE POETICAL WORKS OF LORD BYRON. LONDON PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO. N E W-SJEJ££TS Q U A R E THE POETICAL WORKS OF LORD BYRON COLLECTED AND ARRANGED WITH NOTES BY SIB WALTER SCOTT LOED JEFFREY REV. GEORGE CRABBE BISHOP HEBER PROFESSOR WILSON THOMAS MOORE WILLIAM GIFFORD J. G. LOCKHART LORD BROTJGHTON THOMAS CAMPBELL. |]Uto aa& €am$Ute _.l\\tiaix. WITH POKTRAIT AND ILLUSTRATIVE ENGEAVIlsG-S. LONDON JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, THE POETICAL WORKS OP LORD BYRON > « • COLLECTED AND ARRANGED WITH NOTES BY SIR WALTER SCOTT LORD JEFFREY REV. GEORGE CRABBE BISHOP HEBER PROFESSOR WILSON THOMAS MOORE WILLIAM GIFFORD J. G. LOCKHART LORD BROUGHTON THOMAS CAMPBELL. Ucfo anb Complete (Sbitton. "WITH PORTRAIT AND ILLUSTRATIVE ENGRAVINGS.

LONDON JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET NOTICE. An Engraved Title-page, together with List of Contents, Lord Byron's Notes to the various Poems, Directions for placing the Plates, and the Index to the Volume, will be given with Part aus roBTieix wbsks oi . . ■. ' yea ' ■ UBET. * 1 f \ ■ Œouttnt$. Page CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. Preface to the First and Second Cantos - J To Ianthe - - - 2 Canto I. - - ... 3 Canto II. - - - -IB Canto III. - - - - 28 Canto IV. - - -41 Dedication -" - - - ib. THE GIAOUR ; A Fragment of a Turkish Tale - - - - 62 Dedication - - ib. Advertisement - ib. THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS ; A Turkish Tale 77 Dedication - ib. THE CORSAIR ; A Tale - - 8fl Dedication - ib. LARA; A Tale - - - 103 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH - - 120 Dedication .... a,. Advertisement - ib. PARISINA ' - - - 131 Dedication - - ib, Advertisement ... ib.

THE PRISONER OF CHILLON ; A Fable - 138 Sonnet to Chillon ... ib. BEPPO; A Venetian Story - - 142 MAZEPPA - - - 1j3 Advertisement - - ib. THE ISLAND; Ok, Christian and his Comrades - - - - 1C1 Advertisement - ib. MANFRED; A Dramatic Foem - -175 MARINO FALIERO, DOGE OF VENICE ; An Historical Tracedy - - 193 Preface .... ib. HEAVEN AND EARTH ; A Mystery - 232 SARDANAPALUS ; A Traoedy - - 244 Dedication - - - - ib. Preface .... ib. THE TWO FOSCARI; An Historical Tragedy .... 277 THE DEFORMED TRANSFORMED; A Drama - ' . - - - 300 Advertisement - - -ib. Page CAIN ; A Mystery - - - 316 Dedication - - - ib. Preface .... ib. WERNER ; Or, The Inheritance ; a Tracedy 341 Dedication - . - - - ib. Preface .... ib. HOURS OF IDLENESS ; A Series of Poems, Original and Translated - - 375 Dedication - - - - ib.

Part I. Lord Byron's Poetical Works

Contents. CHILDE HAROLD THE GIAOUR. LONDON JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET. 1859 TO BE COMPLETED IN NINE PARTS. MR. MURRAY'S LIST OF POPULAR WORKS. THE CHACE,— THE ROAD,— AND THE TURF-. By Nimbod. Woodcuts. 1*. each ÆSOP'S FABLES. Translated bv Rev. Thomas James, With 100 Woodcuts. 2». _d. MUSIC AND DRESS. By a Lady. 1*. GIFFARD'S DEEDS OF NAVAL DARING, 2 vols. 2#. Gd. each. THE HONEY BEE. By Rev. Thomas James. 1*. POLITICAL EXPERIENCE from the WISDOM of the ANCIENTS. By Seymour Tremenheere. 2*. Gd. THE FLOWER GARDEN. By Rev. Thomas James. 1*. THE GUILLOTINE : an Historical Essay. By Mr. Choker. 1*. A MONTH IN NORWAY. By J. G. Hollway. 2s. WELLINGTON — His Character, Actions, and Writings. By Jules Maurel. \g. Gd, LIFE OF LORD BACON. By Lord Campbell. 2*. 6d. ANCIENT SPANISH BALLADS. Translated by J. G. Lockhabt. 2s.6d. THE FALL OF JERUSALEM.

By Dean Milman. Is. LITERARY ESSAYS AND CHARACTERS. By Heney Hallam. 2*. THE STORY OF JOAN OF ARC. By Lord Mahon. Is. LIFE OF THEODORE HOOK. By J. G. Lockhaet. is. THE EMIGRANT. By Sir F. B. Head. 2s. Gd. REJECTED ADDRESSES. By Hoeace and James Smith. U PENN'S MAXIMS AND HINTS ON ANGLING, Woodcuts. 1*. THE ART OF DINING. Is. Gd. LITTLE ARTHUR'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND. Woodcuts. 2*. 6d. GEOGRAPHY FOR CHILDREN. By Mr. Ceokee. Is. 6d. STORIES for CHILDREN selected from the HISTORY of ENGLAND. By Mr. Croker. Woodcuts. 2s. 6d. NOTES FROM LIFE. By Henby Tayloe. 2s. THE STORY OF PUSS IN BOOTS. Told by Otto Speckter. Woodcuts. U. 6d. JOHN MURRAY, Albemarle Street. THE POETICAL WORKS OF LORD BYRON. cfnita $}utow$ mimmwtt A ROMAUNT. L'univers est une espSce de livre, dont on n'a lu que la premiere page quand on n'a vu que son pays.

J'en al feuillete un assez grand nombre, que j'ai trouve egalement mauvaises. Cet examen ne m'a point ete infructueux. Je haissais ma patrie. Toutes les impertinences des peuples divers, parmi lesquels j'ai vecu, m'ont reconcilie avec elle Quand je n'aurais tire d'autre benefice de mes voyages que celui-la, je n'en regretterais ni les frais ni les fatigues. Le Cosmopolite.1 PBEEACE Childers," &c, is used as more consonant with the old structure of versification which I have adopted. The " Good Night," in the beginning of the first canto, was suggested by " Lord Maxwell's Good Night," in the Border Minstrelsy, edited by Mr. Scott. [to the first and second cantos]. The following poem was written, for the most part, amidst the scenes which it attempts to describe. It was begun in Albania ; and the parts relative to Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries. 2 Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the de scriptions.

The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acarnania, and Greece. There, for the present, the poem stops : its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East, through Ionia and Phrygia : these two Cantos are merely experimental. With the different poems which have been published on Spanish subjects, there may be found some slight coincidence in the first part, which treats of the Peninsula, but it can only be casual ; as, with tile exception of a few concluding stanzas, the whole of this poem was written in the Levant. The stanza of Spenser, according to one of our most successful poets, admits of every variety. Dr. Beattie makes the following observation : — " Not long ago, I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which I propose to give full scope to my inclination, and be either droll or pathetic, descriptive or sentimental, tender or satirical, as the humour strikes me ; for, if I mistake not, the measure which I have adopted admits equally of all these kinds of composition.

"3 — Strengthened in my opinion by such authority, and by the example of some in the highest order of Italian poets, I shall make no apo logy for attempts at similar variations in the following composition ; satisfied that, if they are unsuccessful, their failure must be in the execution, rather than in the design, sanctioned by the practice of Ariosto, Thomson, and Beattie. A fictitious character is introduced for the sake of giving some connection to the piece ; which, however, makes no pretensions to regularity. It, has been suggested to me by friends, on whose opinions I set a high value, that in this fictitious character, " Childe Harold," I may incur the suspicion of having in tended some real personage : this I beg leave, once for all, to disclaim — Harold is the child of imagination, for the purpose I have stated.

In some very trivial particulars, and those merely local, there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points, I should hope, none whatever. It is almost superfluous to mention that the ap pellation "Childe," as "Childe Waters," "Childe London, February, 1812. I [Par M. de Montbron, Paris, 1798. Lord Byron some where calls it " an amusing little volume, full of French 2 ["Byron, Joannini in Albania Begun Oct. 31st, 1809. Con cluded Canto 2d, Smyrna, March 28th, 1810. Byron."— MS.] 3 Beattie's Letters. flippancy."*] A as he is ; it had been more agreeable, and certainly more easy, to have drawn an amiable character. It had been easy to varnish over his faults, to make him do more and express less ; but he never was intended as an example, further than to show, that early per version of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disappointment in new ones, and that even the beauties of nature, and the stimulus of travel (except ambition, the most powerful of all excitements), are lost on a soul so constituted, or rather misdirected.

Had I proceeded with the poem, this character would have deepened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once meant to fill up for him was, with some exceptions, the sketch of a modern Timon^, perhaps a poetical Zeluco. 4 ADDITION TO THE

Preface

. I have now waited till almost all our periodical journals have distributed their usual portion of cri ticism. To the justice of the generality of their criticisms I have nothing to object : it would ill become me to quarrel with their very slight degree of censure, when, perhaps, if they had been less kind they had been more candid. Returning, there fore, to all and each my best thanks for their libe rality, on one point alone shall I venture an observation. Amongst the many objections justly urged to the very indifferent character of the " vagrant Childe" (whom, notwithstanding many hints to the contrary', I still maintain to be a fictitious personage), it has been stated, that, besides the anachronism, he is very unknightly, as the times of the Knights were times of Love, Honour, and so forth.

Now, it so happens that the good old times, when " l'amour du bon vieux terns, l'amour antique" flourished, were the most profligate of all possible centuries. Those who have any doubts on this subject may consult Sainte-Palaye, passim, and more particularly vol. ii. p. 69. l The vows of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatsoever ; and the songs of the Troubadours were not more decent, and certainly were much less refined, than those of Ovid. The 11 Cours d'amour, parlemens d'amour, ou de courtesie et de gentilesse" had much more of love than of courtesy or gentleness. See Roland on the same subject with Sainte-Palaye. Whatever other objection may be urged to that most unamiable personage Childe Harold, he was so far perfectly knightly in his attributes — "No waiter, but a knight templar.

"2 By the by, I fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be, although very poetical personages and true knights " sans peur," though not "sans reproche." If the story of the institution of the " Garter " be not a fable, the knights of that order have for several centuries borne the badge of a Countess of Salisbury, of in different memory. So much for chivalry. Burke need not have regretted that its days are over, though Marie- Antoinette was quite as chaste as most of those in whose honour lances were shivered, and knights unhorsed. London, 1813. TO IANTHE. s 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'd— To such as see thee not my words were weak; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak?

Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art, Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring, As fair in form, as warm yet pure in heart, Love's image upon earth without his wing, And guileless beyond Hope's imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth, in thee, thus hourly brightening, Beholds the rainbow of her future years, Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow disappears. Young Peri 6 of the West ! — 't is well for me My years already doubly number thine ; My loveless eye unmoved may gaze on thee, And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy, I ne'er shall see them in decline ; Happier, that while all younger hearts shall bleed, Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed, [decreed. But mix'd with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours Before the days of Bayard, and down to those of Sir Joseph Banks (the most chaste and celebrated of ancient and modern times), few exceptions will be found to this statement ; and I fear a little investiga tion will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages.

I now leave ■*■** Childe Harold" to live his day, such 1 [" Qu'on lise dans l'Auteur du roraan de Gerard de Roussillon en Provencal, les details trts-circonstancie% dans lesquels il entrcsurla reception faite par le Comte Gerard a rambassadeur du roi Charles; on y verra des particularises singuliOres, qui donnent urn; strange idee des mœurs et de la politesse de ces siecles aussi corrorapus qu'ignorans."—- Me moircs sur I1 Ancienne Chevalcrie, par M. de la Curne de Sainte-Palaye, Paris, 1781, toe. cit.] * The Rovers, or the Double Arrangement — ["By Can ning and Frere; first published in the Anti-jacobin, or Weekly Examiner.] 3 ("In one of his early poems — " Childish Recollections," Lord Byron compares himself to the Athenian misanthrope, of whose bitter apophthegms many are upon record, though no authentic particulars of his life have come down to us ; — 4 [It was Dr. Moore's object, in this ppwerful romance snow unjustly neglected), to trace the fatal effects resulting from a fond mother's unconditional compliance with the humours and passions of an only child.

With high advan tages of person, birth, fortune, and ability, Zeluco is repre sented as miserable, through every scene of lite, owing to the spirit of unbridled self-indulgence thus pampered in in fancy.] s [The Lady Charlotte Harley, second daughter of Ed ward fifth Earl 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 en graved in " Finden's Illustrations of the Life and Works of Lord Byron."] 6 [Peri, the Persian term for a beautiful intermediate order of beings, is generally supposed to be another form of our own word Fairy/] ** Weary of love, of life, devoured with spleen, 1 rest a perfect Tiinoti, not nineteen," &c] CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.

Canto I

3 Oh ! let that eye, which, wild as the Gazelle's, ' Now brightly bold or beautifully shy, ill. Childe Harold 4 was he hight : — but whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say ; Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame, And had been glorious in another day : 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, But one sad losel soils a name for aye, However mighty in the olden time ; Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honeyed lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime. But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend.

Such is thy name with this my verse entwined ; And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast On Harold's page, 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 rv. Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun, Disporting there like any other fly ; Nor deem'd before his little day was done One blast might chill him into misery. But long ere scarce a third of his pass'd by, Worse than adversity the Childe befell; He felt the fulness of satiety : 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 ? Then loathed he in his native land to dwell. Which seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell.

V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run, Nor made atonement when he did amiss, Had sigh'd to many though he loved but one And that loved one, alas ! could ne'er be his. Ah, happy she ! to 'scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste ; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss, And spoil'd her goodly lands to gild his waste, tffnltie $iujrunagf. CANTO THE FIRST. Nor calm domestic peace had ever deign'd to taste. I. VI. Oh, thou ! in Hellas deem'd of heavenly birth, Muse ! form'd or fabled at the minstrel's will ! And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart, And from his fellow bacchanals would flee ; 'T is said, at times the sullen tear would start, But Pride congeal'd the drop within his ee : Apart he stalk'd in joyless reverie, Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth, Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I 've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine, ' And from his native land resolved to go, And visit scorching climes beyond the sea ; With pleasure drugg'd, he almost long'd for woe, Where, save that feeble fountain, all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale — this lowly lay of mine. ** And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below. ' II.

VH. Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth, The Childe departed from his father's hall : It was a vast and venerable pile ; Who ne in virtue's ways did take delight ; But spent his days in riot most uncouth, And vex'd with mirth the drowsy ear of Night. Ah me ! in sooth he was a shameless wight, Sore given to revel and ungodly glee ; So old, it seemed only not to fall, Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle. Monastic dome ! condemn'd to uses vile ! Where Superstition once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen, If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men. Few earthly things found favour in his sight Save concubines and carnal companie, And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree. i [A species of the antelope.

" You have the eyes of a gazelle," is considered all over the East as the greatest com pliment that can be paid to a woman. J 2 The little v411age 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 cowhouse. 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 Co rycian 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 extraordinary effect."] 3 [This stanza is not in the original MS.] < [" Childe Buron."— MS.] 5 [In these stanzas, and indeed throughout his works, we must not accept too literally Lord Byron's testimony against himself— he took a morbid pleasure in darkening every shadow of his self-portraiture. His interior at Newstead had, no doubt, been, in some points, loose and irregular enough ; but it certainly never exhibited any thing of the profuse and Satanic luxury which the language in the text might seem to indicate.

In fact, the narrowness of his means at the time the verses refer to would alone have precluded this. His household economy, while he remained at the abbey, is known to have been conducted on a very moderate scale ; and, besides, his usual companions, though far from being averse to con vivial indulgences, were not only, as Mr. Moore says, " of habits and tastes too intellectual for mere vulgar debauchery," but assuredly, quite incapable of playing the parts of flatterers and parasites.] A vm. But when the sun was sinking in the sea He seized his harp, which he at times could string, And strike, albeit with untaught melody, When deem'd he no strange ear was listening : And now his fingers o'er it he did fling, And tuned his farewell in the dim twilight. While flew the vessel on her snowy wing, And fleeting shores receded from bis sight, Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night.

" * Yet oft-times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow, As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below : But this none knew, nor haply cared to know ; For his was not that open, artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow, Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole, Whate'er this grief mote be, which he could not control. " Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; IX. And none did love him — though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far and near, The Night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. He knew them flatt'rers of the festal hour ; The heartless parasites of present cheer. Yea ! none did love him — not his lemans dear — But pomp and power alone are woman's care, And where these are Ught Eros finds a feere ; Maidens, Uke moths, are ever caught by glare.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good Night ! " A few short hours and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might . despair. And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. X. Childe Harold had a mother — not forgot, Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Though parting from that mother he did shun ; A sister whom he loved, but saw her not Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate. Before his weary pilgrimage begun : If friends he had, he bade adieu to none. Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel : ' Ye, who have known what 't is to dote upon A few dear objects, wiU in sadness feel " Come hither, hither, my Uttle page ! ' Why dost thou weep and wail .

Or dost thou dread the bUlow's rage, Or tremble at the gale? Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong : XI. His house, his home, his heritage, his lands, Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along. " 6 The laughing dames in whom he did delight,9 Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, Might shake the saintship of an anchorite, "Let winds be shriU, let waves roU high, I fear not wave nor wind : 7 And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine, And all that mote to luxury invite, Without a sigh he left to cross the brine, [Une. ' And traverse Paynim shores, and pass Earth's central Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind ; s For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and one above.

XII. The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew, As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view, And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then, it may be, of his wish to roam "My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain ; But sorely will my mothei sigh TiU I come back again. "- — " Enough, enough, my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; Repented he, but in his bosom slept The silent thought, nor from his Ups did come One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept, And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept. If I thy guileless bosom had, Mine own would not be dry. 9 1 [" Yet deem him not from this with breast of steel. " — M S.] '' f" His house, his home, his vassals, and his lands, The Dalilahs," Kc —MS] 3 [Lord Byron originally intended to visit India.] 4 [See" Lord Maxwell's Good Night," in Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.

Poetical Works, vol. ii. p. 1-11. ed*. 1834. — " Adieu, madam, my mother dear," &c. — MS.] ' [This " little page " was Robert Rushton, the son of one of Lord Byron's tenants. " Robert I take with me," says the poet, in a letter to his mother ; " I like him, because, like myself, he seems a friendless animal : tell his father he is well, and doing well."] Murray. " Pray," he says to his mother, " shew the lad every kindness, as he is my great favourite." He also wrote a letter to the father of the'boy, which leaves a most favourable im. pression of his thoughtsulness and kindliness. " 1 have," he says, " sent Robert home, because the country which I am about to travel through is in a state whicli renders it unsafe, particularly for one so young. 1 allow vou to deduct from your rent five and twenty pounds a year for his education, for three years, provided I do not return before that time, and 1 desire he may be considered as in my service.

He has behaved extremely well."] 9 [Here follows in the MS. : — " My Mother is a high-born dame, And much misliketh me ; She saith my riot bringeth shame On all my" ancestry : I had a sister once 1 ween, Whose tears perhaps will flow ; But her fair lace 1 have not seen 6 [" Our best goss-hawk can hardlv fly So merrily along." — MS.]* ** [" Oh, master dear ! I do not cry From fear of waves or wind." — MS.] " [Seeing that the boy was "sorrowful" at the separation from his parents, Lord Byron, on reaching Gibraltar, sent him back to England under the care of his old servant Joe For three long years and moe."]

CANTO 1. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.

5 " Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman, l Why dost thou look so pale ? " With thee, my bark, I '11 swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " — Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves I " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe, I 'm not so weak ; And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek. My native Land — Good Night!"? XIV. " My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall, Along the bordering lake, On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone, And winds are rude, in Biscay's sleepless bay. Four days are sped, but with the fifth, anon, New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way, And Tagus dashing onward to the deep, And when they on their father call, What answer shall she make ?" — " Enough, enough, my yeoman good, Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I, who am of lighter mood, Will laugh to flee away. * His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap, [reap.

And steer 'twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics " For who would trust the seeming "sighs Of wife or paramour ? XV. Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. 3 Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land : What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge 'Gainst those who most transgress his high command, With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear. 4 " And now I'm in the world alone, Gaul's locust host, and earth from fellest foemen purge. 8 Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ?