"HIS KNOWLEDGE, AND HIS POWERS, AND WILL, AS FAR AS IS COMPATIBLE WITH CLAY,-(BYRON) "FROM DEEDS, AND DEEDS ALONE, HE MAY DISCERN- (LORD BYRON) THE DEATH OF SARDANAPALUS. 79 But when another speaks of Greece, it wounds me. Sard. Myrrha. Sard. At least I will enjoy it. Victims. No, like sovereigns, The shepherd kings of patriarchal times, Who knew no brighter gems than summer wreaths, And none but tearless triumphs. Let us on. [From "Sardanapalus,” act i., scene iv. Had Byron oftener written in this strain I think his renown would have been wider and more permanent. Myrrha is a nobler character than the Gulnares and Medoras of his earlier works, and wrought out, as it seems to me, with equal delicacy and power. The struggle between her love for the indolent monarch, whom her quick eye recognizes as capable of nobler things, and her patriotic passion for her country, which teaches her that a Greek slave should scorn and hate her barbarian master, is painted with much vigour.] THE DEATH OF SARDANAPALUS. [Defeated by his rebellious subjects, Sardanapalus is driven back to his palace after an heroic resistance. He divides his treasures among his faithful followers, and forces them to embark on the river, which still provides a means of escape, only demanding, as their last service, that they TRUTH WHICH IT WRINGS TH' UNPRACTISED HEART TO LEARN." BYRON. WHICH CLOGS TH' ETHEREAL ESSENCE, HAVE BEEN SUCH AS CLAY HATH SELDOM BORNE."-LORD BYRON. "O'ER THE GLAD WATERS OF THE DARK-BLUE SEA, OUR THOUGHTS AS BOUNDLESS, AND OUR SOULS AS FREE, 80 "THE POWER OF THOUGHT, THE IMAGE OF THE MIND."-BYRON. GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON. shall construct a pile of combustibles round the throne in the presence- Myrrha. Sard. EAR me! If at this moment-for we now are on This leap through flame into the future, say it: Shall I light One of the torches which lie heaped beneath Thou shalt see. [Exit MYRRHA. Sard. [alone] She's firm. My fathers! whom I will rejoin, It may be, purified by death from some THE MIND, THE MUSIC BREATHING FROM HER FACE."-BYRON. FAR AS THE BREEZE CAN BEAR, THE BILLOWS FOAM, SURVEY OUR EMPIRE, AND BEHOLD OUR HOME."-BYRON. "BUT WHO HATH SEEN, OR E'ER SHALL SEE, CLEAN AS HIMSELF, THE SECRET SPIRIT FREE!"-BYRON. 66 WHO HATH NOT PROVED HOW FEEBLY WORDS ESSAY-(BYRON) Myrrha. Sard. Myrrha. Sard. Myrrha. THE DEATH OF SARDANAPALUS. Not a mere pillar formed of cloud and flame, A beacon in the horizon for a day, And then a mount of ashes; but a light Voluptuous princes. Time shall quench full many Sweep empire after empire, like this first 81 Sard. Then We but await the signal. Myrrha. It is long In sounding. Sard. Now, farewell; one last embrace. TO FIX ONE SPARK OF BEAUTY'S HEAVENLY RAY!"-BYRON. 8 "THE MIND THAT BROODS O'ER GUILTY WOES IS LIKE THE SCORPION GIRT BY FIRE."-LORD BYRON. "BUT IN THAT INSTANT O'ER HIS SOUL WINTERS OF MEMORY SEEMED TO ROLL, BYRON) S2 MAN SPURNS THE WORM, BUT PAUSES ERE HE WAKE GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON. AND GATHER IN THAT DROP OF TIME A LIFE OF PAIN, AN AGE OF CRIME."-LORD BYRON. ["Now, farewell; one last embrace."] Myrrha. Embrace, but not the last; there is one more. Purged from the dross of earth and earthly passion, Myrrha. Sard. It is that no kind hand will gather The better! THE SLUMBERING VENOM OF THE FOLDED SNAKE!"-BYRON. DEEDS, THOUGHTS, AND WORDS, PERHAPS REMEMBERED NOT THE DEATH OF SARDANAPALUS. Myrrha. Of slaves and traitors. In this blazing palace, We leave a nobler monument than Egypt Hath piled in her brick mountains, o'er dead kings, So much for monuments that have forgotten Then farewell, thou earth! And loveliest spot of earth! farewell, Ionia! Aloof from desolation! My last prayer Was for thee, my last thoughts-save one-were of thee! And that? "BEAUTY LURES THE FULL-GROWN CHILD, WITH LURE AS BRIGHT, AND WING AS WILD 83 A CHASE OF IDLE HOPES AND FEARS, REGUN IN FOLLY, CLOSED IN TEARS."-LORD BYRON. Sard. Sard. Myrrha. Sard. Is yours. [The trumpet sounds in the distance. Hark! Now! Adieu, Assyria ! I loved thee well, my own, my fathers' land, SO KEENLY TO THAT HOUR, BUT NE'ER FORGOT.”—BYRON. |