Which now beneath them, but above shall In its next verdure, when this fiery mass grow And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. 28. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, The midnight brought the signal sound of strife, The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent NOTES. 21. There was &c. On the eve (June 15, 1815) of the march to Waterloo, the Duchess of Richmond gave a grand ball at Brussels, the English headquarters. The general officers were present, by command of the Duke of Wellington, who wished to keep the people in ignorance of the approach of Bonaparte. 23. Brunswick's fated chieftain. 'I have particularly to regret His Serene Highness the Duke of Brunswick, who fell fighting gallantly at the head of his troops [at Quatre Bras, June 16]' (Wellington's Despatch to Earl Bathurst, June 19).- -His father was mortally wounded at Jena (Oct. 14, 1806), where the Prussians, under him, were utterly defeated by the French under Napoleon. 24. Then and there was. Singular verb yet several subjects follow, three of which are plural. Explain. 26. Albyn's hills, the Highlands of Scotland.Evan's &c. 'Sir Evan Cameron, and his descendant Donald, the "gentle Lochiel" of the "forty-five "' (Byron). 27. Ardennes. 'The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of the forest of Ardennes, famous in Boiardo's Orlando, and immortal in Shakspeare's As You Like It' (Byron). 'I am not sure that any verses in our language surpass, in vigour and in feeling, this most beautiful description' (Sir W. Scott). ON THE RHINE. (From Childe Harold, Canto III. 55.) 1. The castled crag of Drachenfels And hills all rich with blossomed trees, Whose far white walls along them shine, 2. And peasant girls, with deep-blue eyes, Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine- 3. I send the lilies given to me; Though long before thy hand they touch, 4. The river nobly foams and flows, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine! NOTES. 1. Drachenfels, Ger. = 'Dragon's rock,' is a little above Bonn, on the opposite (right) bank of the Rhine. The castle, built by an archbishop of Cologne in the beginning of the twelfth century, but now in ruins, is 900 feet above the river. About halfway up the hill is shewn the cavern of the dragon, which is said to have been killed by the hero Siegfried. -Thou. These absent greetings' were addressed to the poet's sister. TO THE OCEAN. (From Childe Harold, Canto IV.) 179. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll ! When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. 180. His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields And dashest him again to earth ;—there let him lay. 181. The armaments which thunderstrike the walls 182. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- 183. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm, Dark-heaving ;-boundless, endless, and sublime- Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime 184. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be NOTE. 180. Let him lay. Byron has been much blamed for the vulgar blunder of using 'lay' (trans. verb) for 'lie' (intr.). Kington-Oliphant, Standard English, page 164, says: 'The bard might have appealed to the [Herefordshire] transcript [of. The Harrowing of Hell] of 1313:' 'Sathanas, I bind thee, here shalt thou lay.' DEATH OF HAIDEE. 59. A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes And her head drooped as when the lily lies Of herbs and cordials they produced their store; 64. Her handmaids tended, but she heeded not; However dear or cherished in their day; At length those eyes, which they would fain be weaning 65. And then a slave bethought her of a harp; On him her flashing eyes a moment bent, Then to the wall she turned, as if to warp Her thoughts from sorrow, through her heart re-sent; And he began a long low island-song Of ancient days, ere tyranny grew strong. 66. Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall In time to his old tune; he changed the theme, And sung of love; the fierce name struck through all Her recollection; on her flashed the dream Of what she was, and is, if ye could call To be so being in a gushing stream The tears rushed forth from her o'erclouded brain, 69. Twelve days and nights she withered thus; at last, A parting pang, the spirit from her past: And they who watched her nearest could not know The very instant, till the change that cast Her sweet face into shadow, dull and slow, |