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"The spell is broke, the charm is flown"
Reply to Lines written in the Travellers' Book at Orchomenus
Lines written beneath a Picture" Dear object".
Translation of the famous Greek War Song-" Sons of the
Translation of the Romaic Song-" I enter thy garden"
On Parting-" The kiss, dear maid"
"One struggle more, and I am free
Euthanasia-" When Time, or soon or late"
"And thou art dead, as young as fair"
"If sometimes in the haunts of men'
On a Cornelian Heart-" Ill-fated heart"
Lines to a Lady Weeping-" Weep, daughter
"The chain I gave was fair to view
To Samuel Rogers, Esq.-" Absent or present
Address, spoken at the opening of Drury Lane Theatre, Satur-
day, October 10, 1812-"In one dread night"
Verses found in a Summer-house at Hales-Owen-
THE WALTZ: an Apostrophic Hymn
To Time-"Time! on whose arbitrary wing"
"Thou art not false, but thou art fickle"
"Remember him, whom passion's power".
THE GIAOUR: A Fragment of a Turkish Tale
Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend-" When, from the heart
THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS: A Turkish Tale..
To Genevra-" Thine eyes' blue tenderness"
Windsor Poetics-" Famed for contemptuous"
Stanzas for Music-" I speak not, I trace not'
"Fill the goblet again! for I never before"
Address intended to have been spoken at the Caledonian Meet-
ing, 1814-" Who hath not glow'd"
Condolatory Address to Sarah, Countess of Jersey-" When
Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart.
"The harp the monarch minstrel swept'
Jephtha's Daughter-"Since our Country'
"Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom"
Song of Saul before his last battle-
"Fare thee well! and if for ever"
THE PRISONER OF CHILLON
All is Vanity-" Fame, wisdom, love"
"When coldness wraps this suffering clay"
Vision of Belshazzar-" The King was on his throne
"Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be
Herod's Lament for Mariamne-" Oh! Mariamne "
On the day of the Destruction of Jerusalem-" From the
CAIN: A Mystery
"Warriors and chiefs'
MANFRED A Dramatic Poem
"Bright be the place of thy soul"
Stanzas for Music-" They say that hope
THE LAMENT OF TASSO..
By the Rivers of Babylon-" We sate down and wept "
Destruction of Sennacherib-" The Assyrian came
Stanzas for Music-" There be none"
Stanzas for Music-" There's not a joy
Churchill's Grave-" I stood beside the grave
Prometheus-"Titan! to whose immortal eyes"
To Lake Leman-" Rousseau-Voltaire, &c."
Lines on hearing that Lady Byron was ill-" And thou wert
Monody on the Death of Sheridan-"When the last sunshine" 358
Stanzas to Augusta-" Though the day"
Epistle to Augusta-" My sister! iny sweet sister"
Epitaph on John Adams, of Southwell
"Farewell! if ever fondest prayer"
Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog
"Remind me not, remind me not"
"There was a time, I need not name".
“And wilt thou weep when I am low?"
Stanzas to a Lady, on leaving England
"Remember him, whom passion's power"
Fame-"What is the end of fame"
The shipwreck-"The wind increased"
First Love--""Tis sweet to hear"
Evening-" Ave Maria! blessed be the hour"
Haidée "They carpeted their feet"
Vain Regrets-"But now at thirty"
The Slave-market-""Twas a raw day"
The Lovers "The heart-which may be broken'
The Assassination-"The other evening"
Auld Lang Syne-" And all our little feuds'
A Dream-" She dream'd of being alone"
Fame-"Of Poets who come down"
Love and Glory-" O Love! O Glory!"
The Maniac-"A vein had burst".
The Black Friar-" Beware! beware"
Norman or Newstead Abbey-" To Norman Abbey whirl'd
Julia's Portrait" Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes") 708
Juan in Love-" Young Juan wander'd"
A Scene in Greece-" And further on a troop"
Twilight-"Sweet hour of twilight!".
A Group of Beauties-" Of those who had most genius"
A Picture--" She stood a moment as a Pythoness
Contemporary Poets-"Sir Walter reign'd before me
Worldly Wealth-" Why call the miser miserable"
Match-making-"How all the needy"
Quixotism-Rough Johnson, the great moralist"
LIFE OF LORD BYRON.
"He is now at rest!
And praise and blame fall on his ears alike,
Is the time yet come for a just and reliable life of Byron to be written? May the veil be lifted from the brow of truth without making revealments that would annoy, if not injure, still living actors in his short but eventful drama? Not yet. The principal heroine of that drama still exists, and, amidst contumely, harsh interpretations, and doubts, contending with a nation's partiality for one of its greatest geniuses, she has borne her faculties so meekly, and her wrongs so unobtrusively, that the respect of silence is due to the repose of the sunset of a life whose meridian was so disturbed by storms.
The first thing that strikes a writer who would produce a life of Byron, however short, is his universally-acknowledged genius-a genius so exalted, so various, and, in every view, so extraordinary, that we say with his friend, the poet whose lines I have adopted as my motto, it is dazzling, perplexing! Genius is that aptitude for a particular object of the human mind which, like the rays concentrated in the focus of the burning glass, produces intense effect where it is directed. Mankind vary in this faculty as wonderfully as they do in their features, and wisely has Providence so ordered it, for thus this divine emanation becomes universally beneficial. But as, whilst acknowledging gratefully the common and least showy blessings that surround us on the earth, our love and admiration are principally given to its sublime sunsets, its mildly beautiful moonlights, its glittering stars, its more near and dear sweet flowers, so have the efforts of genius, which have been