The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, Not what he was, but what he should have been: Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, "Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. Is but a just tribute to the Memory of Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, Lord Byron thus announced the death of his favourite to Mr. By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Newstead Abbey, November 30. 1808. TO A LADY, ON BEING ASKED MY REASON FOR QUITTING ENGLAND IN THE SPRING. WHEN Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers, Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours, But, wandering on through distant climes, Just gave a sigh to other times, And found in busier scenes relief. Thus, lady! 2 will it be with me, And I must view thy charms no more; 1 [In Mr. Hobhouse's Miscellany, in which the Epitaph was first published, the last line runs thus : "I knew but one unchanged - and here he lies." The reader will not fail to observe, that this inscription was written at a time when the Poet's early feelings with respect to the lady of Annesley had been painfully revived.] 2 [In the first copy, "Thus Mary!" (Mrs. Musters). The reader will find a portrait of this lady in Finden's Illustrations of Lord Byron's Works, No. iii.] For, while I linger near to thee, In flight I shall be surely wise, Escaping from temptation's snare ; I cannot view my paradise Without the wish of dwelling there. 1 December 2. 1808. REMIND ME NOT, REMIND ME NOT. REMIND me not, remind me not, Of those belov'd, those vanish'd hours, Hours that may never be forgot, [In Mr. Hobhouse's volume, the line stood, "Without a wish to enter there." The following is an extract from an unpublished letter of Lord Byron, written in 1823, only three days. previous to his leaving Italy for Greece:-"Miss Chaworth was two years older than myself. She married a man of an ancient and respectable family, but her marriage was not a happier one than my own. Her conduct, however, was irreproachable; but there was not sympathy between their characters. I had not seen. her for many years, when an occasion offered. I was upon the point, with her consent, of paying her a visit, when my sister, who has always had more influence over me than any one else, persuaded me not to do it. For,' said she, if you go you will fall in love again, and then there will be a scene; one step will lead to another, et cela fera un éclat.' I was guided by those reasons, and shortly after married, with what success it is useless to say."] Can I forget canst thou forget, How quick thy fluttering heart did move? Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet, With eyes so languid, breast so fair, And lips, though silent, breathing love. When thus reclining on my breast, And still we near and nearer prest, And still our glowing lips would meet, And then those pensive eyes would close, While their long lashes' darken'd gloss I dreamt last night our love return'd, Than if for other hearts I burn'd, For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam Then tell me not, remind me not, Of hours which, though for ever gone, Till thou and I shall be forgot, And senseless, as the mouldering stone THERE WAS A TIME, I NEED NOT NAME. THERE was a time, I need not name, And from that hour when first thy tongue None, none hath sunk so deep as this — But transient in thy breast alone. And yet my heart some solace knew, Remembrance of the days that were. Yes! my adored, yet most unkind! Yes! 't is a glorious thought to me, |