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"SHE WAS A FORM OF LIFE AND LIGHT, THAT, SEEN, BECAME A PART OF SIGHT;—
"ALAS! THE BREAST THAT INLY BLEEDS (LORD BYRON)
[From "The Siege of Corinth," stanzas xxii. to xxv. We venture to think the foregoing one of the finest battle-pieces in English poetry. The tumult and agitation of the scene lend a quick, hurried, impetuous movement to the rhythm, and the verse echoes with trump, and drum, and rapid feet, and clashing swords. There is nothing in Scott' so fine as this, despite some crudities of expression; it has all the fire and straightforwardness of old Homer.]
HATH NOUGHT TO DREAD FROM OUTWARD BLOW."-BYRON.
AND ROSE, WHERE'ER I TURNED MINE EYE, THE MORNING STAR OF MEMORY!"-BYRON..
"YES, LOVE INDEED IS LIGHT FROM HEAVEN; A SPARK OF THAT IMMORTAL FIRE-(BYRON)
THE DEATH OF HUGO.
[The Marquis of Este has discovered a sinful love between his beautiful wife, Parisina, and his natural son, Hugo. The latter is ordered for execution.-See Gibbon's "Miscellaneous Works," iii. 470.]
HE convent bells are ringing,
But mournfully and slow;
In the gray square turret swinging,
Or the living who shortly shall be so!
The death-hymn peals and the hollow
He is near his mortal goal;
While the crowd in a speechless circle
To see the son fall by the doom of the
It is a lovely hour as yet
Before the summer sun shall set
Which rose upon that heavy day,
And his evening beams are shed
Full on Hugo's fated head!
AND TINTS TO-MORROW WITH PROPHETIC RAY!"-BYRON.
WITH ANGELS SHARED, BY ALLAH GIVEN, TO LIFT FROM EARTH OUR LOW DESIRE."-BYRON.
"AND O'ER THE FAIR BROAD BROW WERE WROUGHT THE INTERSECTING LINES OF THOUGHT:
THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE IS NOT THAT OF LIFE."-BYRON.
THE DEATH OF HUGO.
As his last confession pouring
He bends to hear his accents bless
Wipe our mortal stains away.
That high sun on his head did glisten
But brighter still the beam was thrown
The parting prayers are said and over
The vest which till this moment worn
The scarf which Parisina gave—
Must not adorn him to the grave.
Even that must now be thrown aside,
And o'er his eyes the kerchief tied;
Shall ne'er approach his haughty eye.
All feelings seemingly subdued,
In deep disdain were half renewed,
THE MIND, THe spirit, the PROMETHEAN SPARK."-BYRON.
THESE FURROWS WHICH THE BURNING SHARE OF SORROW PLOUGHS UNTIMELY THERE."-BYRON.
"THE DEEPEST ICE WHICH EVER FROZE CAN ONLY O'ER THE SURFACE CLOSE-(LORD BYRON)
"" HOW BEAUTIFUL IS ALL THIS VISIBLE WORLD!
GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON.
When headsman's hands prepared to bind
His eyes and lips a moment quiver,
[From "Parisina," stanzas xv. to xvii. "The grand part of this poem is that which describes the execution of the rival son, and in which, though there is no pomp, either of language or sentiment, and everything, on the contrary, is conceived and expressed with studied simplicity and directness, there is a spirit of pathos and poetry to which it would not be easy to find many parallels."-Lord Jeffrey.]
TWILIGHT IN ITALY.
T is the hour when from the boughs
HOW GLORIOUS IN ITS ACTION AND ITSELF!"-BYRON.
THE LIVING STREAM LIES QUICK BELOW, AND FLOWS, AND CANNOT CEASE TO FLOW."-BYRON.
"WE ARE THE FOOLS OF TIME AND TERROR-DAYS STEAL ON US AND STEAL FROM US;
THE MIND WHICH IS IMMORTAL MAKES ITSELF- -(BYRON)
A BROTHER'S DEATH.
["The nightingale's high note is heard.") And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue,
And in the heaven that clear obscure,
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
Which follows the decline of day,
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
A BROTHER'S DEATH.
[In the dungeon of the Castle of Chillon, on the Lake of Geneva, were imprisoned three brothers, each chained to a separate pillar, until, after long years of agony, the two youngest were released by the merciful hand of death. The eldest was at length liberated by his persecutor, and in his joyless freedom tells the tale of his sufferings. The death of the youngest is thus described:-]
UT he, the favourite and the flower,
REQUITAL FOR ITS GOOD OR EVIL THOUGHTS."-BYRON.
YET WE LIVE, LOATHING OUR LIFE, AND DREADING STILL TO DIE."-LORD BYRON.