Her lover sinks-she sheds no ill-timed tear; "Childe Harold," canto i. 56. POEMS. BY LORD BYRON. "Like an archangel exiled for dark crimes, In which he seem'd constrain'd to live. Yet even The fire of genius, and, unconscious, bow To the bright halo which it cast around him."--ANON. With Eight Illustrations, BY BIRKET FOSTER, JOHN GILBERT, ETC. LONDON: ROUTLEDGE, WARNE, & ROUTLEDGE, FARRINGDON STREET; NEW YORK: 56, WALKER STREET. 1859. 2.80. x. 110. |