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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4 - -Author: Lord Byron - -Editor: Ernest Hartley Coleridge - -Release Date: December 22, 2006 [EBook #20158] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WORKS OF LORD BYRON, VOLUME 4 *** - - - - -Produced by Jonathan Ingram, David Cortesi and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 20158 ***</div> <div id="titlepage"> -<hr style="width:65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width:65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p> -<h1 style="letter-spacing:2px;">THE WORKS<br /> -<span style="font-size:x-small">OF</span><br /> -<span style="font-size:larger;letter-spacing:4px;">LORD BYRON</span><br /> +<h1 style="letter-spacing:2px;">THE WORKS<br > +<span style="font-size:x-small">OF</span><br > +<span style="font-size:larger;letter-spacing:4px;">LORD BYRON</span><br > </h1> <h3 style="font-size:smaller;margin-top:70px;"> -A NEW, REVISED AND ENLARGED EDITION,<br /> +A NEW, REVISED AND ENLARGED EDITION,<br > WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. </h3> @@ -301,21 +256,21 @@ WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. <h3 style="line-height:1.75em;"> -<span style="font-size:x-small">EDITED BY</span><br /> -ERNEST HARTLEY COLERIDGE, M.A.,<br /> +<span style="font-size:x-small">EDITED BY</span><br > +ERNEST HARTLEY COLERIDGE, M.A.,<br > <span style="font-size:x-small">HON. F.R.S.L.</span> </h3> <h4 style="letter-spacing:2px;line-height:1.75em;margin-top:70px;"> -<span style="font-size:smaller;">LONDON:</span><br /> -JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET.<br /> +<span style="font-size:smaller;">LONDON:</span><br > +JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET.<br > <span style="font-size:smaller;">NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS.</span> </h4> <h4 style="font-size:smaller">1901.</h4> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h2 style="font-size:smaller;">TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES</h2> @@ -367,10 +322,10 @@ the illustrations themselves were not available. </p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> <h2>PREFACE TO THE FOURTH VOLUME. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h2> @@ -392,7 +347,7 @@ period. The third and fourth cantos of <i>Childe Harold</i> but, in spite of these notable exceptions, the fourth volume contains the work of the poet's maturity, which is and must ever remain famous. Byron was not content -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span> to write on one kind of subject, or to confine himself to one branch or species of poetry. He tracked the footsteps now of this master poet, now of another, @@ -422,7 +377,7 @@ and <i>The Blues</i>, the places, the persons and events, the the style and metre of the poems, are derived from the history and the literature of Switzerland and Southern Europe. An unwilling, at times a vindictive exile, he -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span>did more than any other poet or writer of his age to +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span>did more than any other poet or writer of his age to familiarize his own countrymen with the scenery, the art and letters of the Continent, and, conversely, to make the existence of English literature, or, at least, the @@ -452,7 +407,7 @@ inaccurate recorder, his authority is worth quoting in questions of fact and points of detail.</p> <p>The appreciation of poetry is a matter of taste, and -still more of temperament. Readers cannot be coerced<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span> +still more of temperament. Readers cannot be coerced<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span> into admiration, or scolded into disapproval and contempt. But if they are willing or can be persuaded to read with some particularity and attention the writings @@ -485,7 +440,7 @@ of <i>Manfred</i> and <i>Marino Faliero</i>.</p> <p>I am deeply indebted to Dr. Richard Garnett, C.B., and to my friend, Mr. Thomas Hutchinson, for assistance in many important particulars during the construction of -the volume.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p> +the volume.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p> <p>I must also record my thanks to Mr. Oscar Browning, Mr. Josceline Courtenay, and other correspondents, for @@ -515,15 +470,15 @@ for this volume.</p> <p style="font-size:smaller;text-align:right;margin-right:3em;">ERNEST HARTLEY COLERIDGE.</p> <p><i>May</i> 5, 1901.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS OF VOL. IV. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<h2><a id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS OF VOL. IV. +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h2> -<table class="TOC" style="padding-left:2em;padding-right:2em;" summary="table of contents"> +<table class="TOC" style="padding-left:2em;padding-right:2em;"> <tr> <td style="width:80%;">Preface to Vol. IV. of the Poems</td> <td style="text-align:right;vertical-align:bottom;"><a href="#Page_v">v</a></td> @@ -604,7 +559,7 @@ Spoken at Drury Lane Theatre, London</td><td style="text-align:right;vertical-al <tr> <td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;"> <a href="#MANFRED"><span class="smcap">Manfred: A Dramatic Poem</span></a>. - <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span> + <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span> </td> </tr> <tr> @@ -714,7 +669,7 @@ Spoken at Drury Lane Theatre, London</td><td style="text-align:right;vertical-al <tr> <td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;"> <a href="#MARINO_FALIERO"><span class="smcap">Marino Faliero, Doge of Venice: an Historical Tragedy</span></a>. - <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span> + <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span> </td> </tr> <tr> @@ -807,7 +762,7 @@ Lord Byron</i>, 1824</td><td style="text-align:right;vertical-align:bottom;"><a published, <i>Letters and Journals</i>, 1830, ii. 566, not</td><td style="text-align:right;vertical-align:bottom;"><a href="#Page_562">562</a></td> </tr> <tr> - <td><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span> + <td><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span> Stanzas to a Hindoo Air. First published, <i>Works of Lord Byron</i></td><td style="text-align:right;vertical-align:bottom;"><a href="#Page_563">563</a></td> </tr> @@ -837,12 +792,12 @@ Lord Byron</i></td><td style="text-align:right;vertical-align:bottom;"><a href=" </tr> </table> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span></p> <h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h2> <ol> @@ -857,20 +812,20 @@ from a Mezzotint by W. W. Barney, after a Picture by John Hoppner, R.A.</li> John Downman, A.R.A., in the Possession of A. H. Hallam Murray, Esq.</li> </ol> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="THE_PRISONER_OF_CHILLON" id="THE_PRISONER_OF_CHILLON"></a> +<h2><a id="THE_PRISONER_OF_CHILLON"></a> THE PRISONER OF CHILLON </h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>THE PRISONER OF CHILLON</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> @@ -908,7 +863,7 @@ authorities, but rather to give his references with some pride and particularity, and it is possible that this unacknowledged and hitherto unverified "account" was supplied by some literary acquaintance, who failed to explain that his -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> information was common property. Be that as it may, Senebier's prose is in some respects as unhistorical as Byron's verse, and stands in need of some corrections and additions.</p> @@ -959,7 +914,7 @@ and not one of these alliances was altogether satisfactory or creditable. Determined "to warm both hands before the fire of life," he was prone to ignore the prejudices and even the decencies of his fellow-citizens, now incurring their -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> displeasure, and now again, as one who had greatly testified for truth and freedom, being taken back into favour and forgiven. There was a deal of human nature in Bonivard, @@ -1009,7 +964,7 @@ Société d'Histoire, etc., de Genève, 1845, iv. 137-245; pp. 682-709; "True Story of the Prisoner of Chillon," <i>Nineteenth Century</i>, May, 1900, No. 279, pp. 821-829, by A. van Amstel (Johannes Christiaan Neuman). -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> </p> <p><i>The Prisoner of Chillon</i> was reviewed (together with the @@ -1033,40 +988,40 @@ to the Holy Land, etc.</i></p> excursus i. pp. 3-55.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> <h3>SONNET ON CHILLON -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eternal</span> Spirit of the chainless Mind!<a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there thy habitation is the heart—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart which love of thee alone can bind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when thy sons to fetters are consigned—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their country conquers with their martyrdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy sad floor an altar—for 'twas trod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until his very steps have left a trace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Bonnivard!—May none those marks efface!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they appeal from tyranny to God.<a name="FNanchor_2" id="FNanchor_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Eternal</span> Spirit of the chainless Mind!<a id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For there thy habitation is the heart—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The heart which love of thee alone can bind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when thy sons to fetters are consigned—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their country conquers with their martyrdom,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thy sad floor an altar—for 'twas trod,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until his very steps have left a trace<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By Bonnivard!—May none those marks efface!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For they appeal from tyranny to God.<a id="FNanchor_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> <h3>ADVERTISEMENT -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> -<p><span class="smcap">When</span> this poem<a name="FNanchor_a" id="FNanchor_a"></a><a href="#Footnote_a" class="fnanchor">[a]</a> +<p><span class="smcap">When</span> this poem<a id="FNanchor_a"></a><a href="#Footnote_a" class="fnanchor">[a]</a> was composed, I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard, or I should have endeavoured to dignify the subject by an attempt to @@ -1094,7 +1049,7 @@ Bonnivard en fut toujours un des plus fermes appuis: pour assurer la liberté de notre République, il ne craignit pas de perdre souvent la sienne; il oublia son repos; il méprisa ses richesses; il ne négligea rien pour affermir -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> le bonheur d'une patrie qu'il honora de son choix: dès ce moment il la chérit comme le plus zélé de ses citoyens; il la servit avec l'intrépidité d'un héros, et il écrivit son @@ -1140,7 +1095,7 @@ tant qu'il séjournerait à Genève. Il fut admis dans le Conseil des Deux-Cent en 1537.</p> <p>"Bonnivard n'a pas fini d'être utile: après avoir -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> travaillé à rendre Genève libre, il réussit à la rendre tolérante. Bonnivard engagea le Conseil à accorder [aux ecclésiastiques et aux paysans] un tems suffisant pour @@ -1169,508 +1124,508 @@ Nécrologe depuis le mois de Juillet, 1570, jusques en 1571."—[<i>Histoire Littéraire de Genève</i>, par Jean Senebier (1741-1809), 1786, i. 131-137.]</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> <h3>THE PRISONER OF CHILLON </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">My</span> hair is grey, but not with years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor grew it white<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In a single night,<a name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As men's have grown from sudden fears:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My limbs are bowed, though not with toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But rusted with a vile repose,<a name="FNanchor_b" id="FNanchor_b"></a><a href="#Footnote_b" class="fnanchor">[b]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they have been a dungeon's spoil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mine has been the fate of those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom the goodly earth and air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are banned,<a name="FNanchor_4" id="FNanchor_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> and barred—forbidden fare;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this was for my father's faith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I suffered chains and courted death;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That father perished at the stake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For tenets he would not forsake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for the same his lineal race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In darkness found a dwelling place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were seven—who now are one,<a name="FNanchor_5" id="FNanchor_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Six in youth, and one in age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Finished as they had begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proud of Persecution's rage;<a name="FNanchor_c" id="FNanchor_c"></a><a href="#Footnote_c" class="fnanchor">[c]</a><span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">One in fire, and two in field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their belief with blood have sealed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dying as their father died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the God their foes denied;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three were in a dungeon cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of whom this wreck is left the last.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">My</span> hair is grey, but not with years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor grew it white<br ></span> +<span class="i4">In a single night,<a id="FNanchor_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As men's have grown from sudden fears:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My limbs are bowed, though not with toil,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But rusted with a vile repose,<a id="FNanchor_b"></a><a href="#Footnote_b" class="fnanchor">[b]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For they have been a dungeon's spoil,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And mine has been the fate of those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To whom the goodly earth and air<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are banned,<a id="FNanchor_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> and barred—forbidden fare;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this was for my father's faith<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I suffered chains and courted death;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_14">[14]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That father perished at the stake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For tenets he would not forsake;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for the same his lineal race<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In darkness found a dwelling place;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We were seven—who now are one,<a id="FNanchor_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Six in youth, and one in age,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Finished as they had begun,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Proud of Persecution's rage;<a id="FNanchor_c"></a><a href="#Footnote_c" class="fnanchor">[c]</a><span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">One in fire, and two in field,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their belief with blood have sealed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dying as their father died,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the God their foes denied;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Three were in a dungeon cast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of whom this wreck is left the last.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are seven pillars of Gothic mould,<a name="FNanchor_6" id="FNanchor_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Chillon's dungeons deep and old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are seven columns, massy and grey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dim with a dull imprisoned ray,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sunbeam which hath lost its way,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the crevice and the cleft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the thick wall is fallen and left;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creeping o'er the floor so damp,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a marsh's meteor lamp:<a name="FNanchor_7" id="FNanchor_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in each pillar there is a ring,<a name="FNanchor_8" id="FNanchor_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in each ring there is a chain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That iron is a cankering thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For in these limbs its teeth remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With marks that will not wear away,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I have done with this new day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which now is painful to these eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which have not seen the sun so rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For years—I cannot count them o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lost their long and heavy score<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When my last brother drooped and died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I lay living by his side.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are seven pillars of Gothic mould,<a id="FNanchor_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Chillon's dungeons deep and old,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There are seven columns, massy and grey,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dim with a dull imprisoned ray,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sunbeam which hath lost its way,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_15">[15]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And through the crevice and the cleft<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the thick wall is fallen and left;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Creeping o'er the floor so damp,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like a marsh's meteor lamp:<a id="FNanchor_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in each pillar there is a ring,<a id="FNanchor_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And in each ring there is a chain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That iron is a cankering thing,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For in these limbs its teeth remain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With marks that will not wear away,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till I have done with this new day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which now is painful to these eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which have not seen the sun so rise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For years—I cannot count them o'er,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I lost their long and heavy score<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When my last brother drooped and died,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I lay living by his side.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They chained us each to a column stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we were three—yet, each alone;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We could not move a single pace,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We could not see each other's face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with that pale and livid light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That made us strangers in our sight:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus together—yet apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fettered in hand, but joined in heart,<a name="FNanchor_d" id="FNanchor_d"></a><a href="#Footnote_d" class="fnanchor">[d]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas still some solace in the dearth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the pure elements of earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hearken to each other's speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each turn comforter to each<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some new hope, or legend old,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or song heroically bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But even these at length grew cold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our voices took a dreary tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An echo of the dungeon stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A grating sound, not full and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As they of yore were wont to be:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">It might be fancy—but to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They never sounded like our own.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They chained us each to a column stone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we were three—yet, each alone;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_16">[16]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We could not move a single pace,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We could not see each other's face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But with that pale and livid light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That made us strangers in our sight:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus together—yet apart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fettered in hand, but joined in heart,<a id="FNanchor_d"></a><a href="#Footnote_d" class="fnanchor">[d]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas still some solace in the dearth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the pure elements of earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To hearken to each other's speech,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And each turn comforter to each<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With some new hope, or legend old,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or song heroically bold;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But even these at length grew cold.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our voices took a dreary tone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An echo of the dungeon stone,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">A grating sound, not full and free,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">As they of yore were wont to be:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">It might be fancy—but to me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They never sounded like our own.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I was the eldest of the three,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to uphold and cheer the rest<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ought to do—and did my best—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each did well in his degree.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The youngest, whom my father loved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because our mother's brow was given<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him, with eyes as blue as heaven—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For him my soul was sorely moved:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And truly might it be distressed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see such bird in such a nest;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_9" id="FNanchor_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he was beautiful as day—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(When day was beautiful to me<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">As to young eagles, being free)—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A polar day, which will not see<a name="FNanchor_10" id="FNanchor_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sunset till its summer's gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its sleepless summer of long light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snow-clad offspring of the sun:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thus he was as pure and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his natural spirit gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With tears for nought but others' ills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then they flowed like mountain rills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless he could assuage the woe<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he abhorred to view below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I was the eldest of the three,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And to uphold and cheer the rest<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I ought to do—and did my best—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And each did well in his degree.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The youngest, whom my father loved,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because our mother's brow was given<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him, with eyes as blue as heaven—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For him my soul was sorely moved:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And truly might it be distressed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To see such bird in such a nest;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_17">[17]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For he was beautiful as day—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(When day was beautiful to me<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">As to young eagles, being free)—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A polar day, which will not see<a id="FNanchor_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sunset till its summer's gone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Its sleepless summer of long light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The snow-clad offspring of the sun:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And thus he was as pure and bright,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in his natural spirit gay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With tears for nought but others' ills,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then they flowed like mountain rills,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unless he could assuage the woe<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which he abhorred to view below.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The other was as pure of mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But formed to combat with his kind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strong in his frame, and of a mood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which 'gainst the world in war had stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And perished in the foremost rank<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With joy:—but not in chains to pine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His spirit withered with their clank,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw it silently decline—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And so perchance in sooth did mine:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet I forced it on to cheer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those relics of a home so dear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was a hunter of the hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had followed there the deer and wolf;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To him this dungeon was a gulf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fettered feet the worst of ills.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The other was as pure of mind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But formed to combat with his kind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Strong in his frame, and of a mood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which 'gainst the world in war had stood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And perished in the foremost rank<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With joy:—but not in chains to pine:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His spirit withered with their clank,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I saw it silently decline—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And so perchance in sooth did mine:<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But yet I forced it on to cheer<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those relics of a home so dear.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was a hunter of the hills,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Had followed there the deer and wolf;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To him this dungeon was a gulf,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fettered feet the worst of ills.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand feet in depth below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its massy waters meet and flow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus much the fathom-line was sent<span class="linenum">110</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Chillon's snow-white battlement,<a name="FNanchor_11" id="FNanchor_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which round about the wave inthralls:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A double dungeon wall and wave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made—and like a living grave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Below the surface of the lake<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_12" id="FNanchor_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dark vault lies wherein we lay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We heard it ripple night and day;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sounding o'er our heads it knocked;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have felt the winter's spray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wash through the bars when winds were high<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wanton in the happy sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then the very rock hath rocked,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I have felt it shake, unshocked,<a name="FNanchor_13" id="FNanchor_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I could have smiled to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The death that would have set me free.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand feet in depth below<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its massy waters meet and flow;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus much the fathom-line was sent<span class="linenum">110</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_18">[18]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From Chillon's snow-white battlement,<a id="FNanchor_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which round about the wave inthralls:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A double dungeon wall and wave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have made—and like a living grave.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Below the surface of the lake<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_19">[19]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dark vault lies wherein we lay:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We heard it ripple night and day;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sounding o'er our heads it knocked;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I have felt the winter's spray<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wash through the bars when winds were high<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wanton in the happy sky;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And then the very rock hath rocked,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I have felt it shake, unshocked,<a id="FNanchor_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because I could have smiled to see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The death that would have set me free.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I said my nearer brother pined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I said his mighty heart declined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He loathed and put away his food;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not that 'twas coarse and rude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we were used to hunter's fare,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for the like had little care:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The milk drawn from the mountain goat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was changed for water from the moat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our bread was such as captives' tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have moistened many a thousand years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since man first pent his fellow men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like brutes within an iron den;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what were these to us or him?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These wasted not his heart or limb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brother's soul was of that mould<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in a palace had grown cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had his free breathing been denied<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The range of the steep mountain's side;<a name="FNanchor_14" id="FNanchor_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why delay the truth?—he died.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_e" id="FNanchor_e"></a><a href="#Footnote_e" class="fnanchor">[e]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw, and could not hold his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor reach his dying hand—nor dead,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though hard I strove, but strove in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rend and gnash my bonds in twain.<a name="FNanchor_f" id="FNanchor_f"></a><a href="#Footnote_f" class="fnanchor">[f]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He died—and they unlocked his chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scooped for him a shallow grave<a name="FNanchor_15" id="FNanchor_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even from the cold earth of our cave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I begged them, as a boon, to lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His corse in dust whereon the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might shine—it was a foolish thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then within my brain it wrought,<a name="FNanchor_16" id="FNanchor_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That even in death his freeborn breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such a dungeon could not rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I might have spared my idle prayer—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They coldly laughed—and laid him there:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flat and turfless earth above<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The being we so much did love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His empty chain above it leant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such Murder's fitting monument!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I said my nearer brother pined,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I said his mighty heart declined,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He loathed and put away his food;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was not that 'twas coarse and rude,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For we were used to hunter's fare,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for the like had little care:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The milk drawn from the mountain goat<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was changed for water from the moat,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our bread was such as captives' tears<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have moistened many a thousand years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since man first pent his fellow men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like brutes within an iron den;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But what were these to us or him?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These wasted not his heart or limb;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My brother's soul was of that mould<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which in a palace had grown cold,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had his free breathing been denied<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The range of the steep mountain's side;<a id="FNanchor_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But why delay the truth?—he died.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_20">[20]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_e"></a><a href="#Footnote_e" class="fnanchor">[e]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw, and could not hold his head,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor reach his dying hand—nor dead,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though hard I strove, but strove in vain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To rend and gnash my bonds in twain.<a id="FNanchor_f"></a><a href="#Footnote_f" class="fnanchor">[f]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He died—and they unlocked his chain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And scooped for him a shallow grave<a id="FNanchor_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even from the cold earth of our cave.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I begged them, as a boon, to lay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His corse in dust whereon the day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might shine—it was a foolish thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But then within my brain it wrought,<a id="FNanchor_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That even in death his freeborn breast<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In such a dungeon could not rest.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I might have spared my idle prayer—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They coldly laughed—and laid him there:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The flat and turfless earth above<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The being we so much did love;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His empty chain above it leant,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such Murder's fitting monument!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he, the favourite and the flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most cherished since his natal hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His mother's image in fair face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The infant love of all his race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His martyred father's dearest thought,<a name="FNanchor_17" id="FNanchor_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My latest care, for whom I sought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hoard my life, that his might be<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less wretched now, and one day free;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, too, who yet had held untired<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A spirit natural or inspired—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, too, was struck, and day by day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was withered on the stalk away.<a name="FNanchor_18" id="FNanchor_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, God! it is a fearful thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see the human soul take wing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In any shape, in any mood:<a name="FNanchor_19" id="FNanchor_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've seen it rushing forth in blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've seen it on the breaking ocean<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strive with a swoln convulsive motion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've seen the sick and ghastly bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Sin delirious with its dread:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these were horrors—this was woe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmixed with such—but sure and slow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He faded, and so calm and meek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So softly worn, so sweetly weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So tearless, yet so tender—kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grieved for those he left behind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the while a cheek whose bloom<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was as a mockery of the tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose tints as gently sunk away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a departing rainbow's ray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An eye of most transparent light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That almost made the dungeon bright;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a word of murmur—not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A groan o'er his untimely lot,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little talk of better days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little hope my own to raise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I was sunk in silence—lost<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this last loss, of all the most;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the sighs he would suppress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of fainting Nature's feebleness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More slowly drawn, grew less and less:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I listened, but I could not hear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I called, for I was wild with fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would not be thus admonished;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I called, and thought I heard a sound—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I burst my chain with one strong bound,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rushed to him:—I found him not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I</i> only stirred in this black spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I</i> only lived, <i>I</i> only drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The accursed breath of dungeon-dew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last, the sole, the dearest link<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between me and the eternal brink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which bound me to my failing race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was broken in this fatal place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One on the earth, and one beneath—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brothers—both had ceased to breathe:<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I took that hand which lay so still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! my own was full as chill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had not strength to stir, or strive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But felt that I was still alive—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A frantic feeling, when we know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That what we love shall ne'er be so.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I know not why<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I could not die,<a name="FNanchor_20" id="FNanchor_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had no earthly hope—but faith,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that forbade a selfish death.<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0">But he, the favourite and the flower,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Most cherished since his natal hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His mother's image in fair face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The infant love of all his race,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His martyred father's dearest thought,<a id="FNanchor_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My latest care, for whom I sought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To hoard my life, that his might be<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Less wretched now, and one day free;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_21">[21]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He, too, who yet had held untired<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A spirit natural or inspired—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He, too, was struck, and day by day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was withered on the stalk away.<a id="FNanchor_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, God! it is a fearful thing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To see the human soul take wing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In any shape, in any mood:<a id="FNanchor_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I've seen it rushing forth in blood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I've seen it on the breaking ocean<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Strive with a swoln convulsive motion,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I've seen the sick and ghastly bed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Sin delirious with its dread:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But these were horrors—this was woe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unmixed with such—but sure and slow:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He faded, and so calm and meek,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So softly worn, so sweetly weak,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So tearless, yet so tender—kind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And grieved for those he left behind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all the while a cheek whose bloom<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was as a mockery of the tomb,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose tints as gently sunk away<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As a departing rainbow's ray;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An eye of most transparent light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That almost made the dungeon bright;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_22">[22]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not a word of murmur—not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A groan o'er his untimely lot,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A little talk of better days,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A little hope my own to raise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I was sunk in silence—lost<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In this last loss, of all the most;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then the sighs he would suppress<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of fainting Nature's feebleness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More slowly drawn, grew less and less:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I listened, but I could not hear;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I called, for I was wild with fear;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would not be thus admonished;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I called, and thought I heard a sound—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I burst my chain with one strong bound,<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And rushed to him:—I found him not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I</i> only stirred in this black spot,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I</i> only lived, <i>I</i> only drew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The accursed breath of dungeon-dew;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The last, the sole, the dearest link<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Between me and the eternal brink,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which bound me to my failing race,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was broken in this fatal place.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One on the earth, and one beneath—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My brothers—both had ceased to breathe:<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I took that hand which lay so still,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! my own was full as chill;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had not strength to stir, or strive,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But felt that I was still alive—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A frantic feeling, when we know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That what we love shall ne'er be so.<br ></span> +<span class="i4">I know not why<br ></span> +<span class="i4">I could not die,<a id="FNanchor_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had no earthly hope—but faith,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that forbade a selfish death.<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What next befell me then and there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know not well—I never knew—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First came the loss of light, and air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then of darkness too:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had no thought, no feeling—none—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the stones I stood a stone,<a name="FNanchor_21" id="FNanchor_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was, scarce conscious what I wist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As shrubless crags within the mist;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all was blank, and bleak, and grey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not night—it was not day;<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not even the dungeon-light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So hateful to my heavy sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But vacancy absorbing space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fixedness—without a place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were no stars—no earth—no time—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No check—no change—no good—no crime—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But silence, and a stirless breath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which neither was of life nor death;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sea of stagnant idleness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">What next befell me then and there<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I know not well—I never knew—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">First came the loss of light, and air,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And then of darkness too:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had no thought, no feeling—none—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Among the stones I stood a stone,<a id="FNanchor_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And was, scarce conscious what I wist,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As shrubless crags within the mist;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For all was blank, and bleak, and grey;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was not night—it was not day;<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was not even the dungeon-light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So hateful to my heavy sight,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But vacancy absorbing space,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fixedness—without a place;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There were no stars—no earth—no time—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No check—no change—no good—no crime—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But silence, and a stirless breath<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which neither was of life nor death;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sea of stagnant idleness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>X.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A light broke in upon my brain,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It was the carol of a bird;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It ceased, and then it came again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sweetest song ear ever heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mine was thankful till my eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ran over with the glad surprise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they that moment could not see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was the mate of misery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then by dull degrees came back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My senses to their wonted track;<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the dungeon walls and floor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close slowly round me as before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the glimmer of the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creeping as it before had done,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But through the crevice where it came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bird was perched, as fond and tame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And tamer than upon the tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lovely bird, with azure wings,<a name="FNanchor_22" id="FNanchor_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And song that said a thousand things,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And seemed to say them all for me!<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never saw its like before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ne'er shall see its likeness more:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seemed like me to want a mate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But was not half so desolate,<a name="FNanchor_23" id="FNanchor_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it was come to love me when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None lived to love me so again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cheering from my dungeon's brink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had brought me back to feel and think.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not if it late were free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or broke its cage to perch on mine,<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But knowing well captivity,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if it were, in wingéd guise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A visitant from Paradise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For—Heaven forgive that thought! the while<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which made me both to weep and smile—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sometimes deemed that it might be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brother's soul come down to me;<a name="FNanchor_24" id="FNanchor_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then at last away it flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then 'twas mortal well I knew,<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he would never thus have flown—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left me twice so doubly lone,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lone—as the corse within its shroud,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lone—as a solitary cloud,<a name="FNanchor_25" id="FNanchor_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A single cloud on a sunny day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While all the rest of heaven is clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A frown upon the atmosphere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hath no business to appear<a name="FNanchor_26" id="FNanchor_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">When skies are blue, and earth is gay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A light broke in upon my brain,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It was the carol of a bird;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It ceased, and then it came again,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The sweetest song ear ever heard,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mine was thankful till my eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ran over with the glad surprise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they that moment could not see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I was the mate of misery;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But then by dull degrees came back<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My senses to their wonted track;<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the dungeon walls and floor<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Close slowly round me as before,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the glimmer of the sun<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Creeping as it before had done,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But through the crevice where it came<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That bird was perched, as fond and tame,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And tamer than upon the tree;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lovely bird, with azure wings,<a id="FNanchor_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And song that said a thousand things,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And seemed to say them all for me!<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I never saw its like before,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I ne'er shall see its likeness more:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It seemed like me to want a mate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But was not half so desolate,<a id="FNanchor_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And it was come to love me when<br ></span> +<span class="i0">None lived to love me so again,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cheering from my dungeon's brink,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had brought me back to feel and think.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not if it late were free,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or broke its cage to perch on mine,<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But knowing well captivity,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or if it were, in wingéd guise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A visitant from Paradise;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For—Heaven forgive that thought! the while<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which made me both to weep and smile—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sometimes deemed that it might be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My brother's soul come down to me;<a id="FNanchor_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But then at last away it flew,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then 'twas mortal well I knew,<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For he would never thus have flown—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And left me twice so doubly lone,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lone—as the corse within its shroud,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_25">[25]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lone—as a solitary cloud,<a id="FNanchor_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A single cloud on a sunny day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While all the rest of heaven is clear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A frown upon the atmosphere,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That hath no business to appear<a id="FNanchor_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">When skies are blue, and earth is gay.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A kind of change came in my fate,<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My keepers grew compassionate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not what had made them so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were inured to sights of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But so it was:—my broken chain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With links unfastened did remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it was liberty to stride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along my cell from side to side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And up and down, and then athwart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tread it over every part;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And round the pillars one by one,<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Returning where my walk begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avoiding only, as I trod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brothers' graves without a sod;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if I thought with heedless tread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My step profaned their lowly bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My breath came gaspingly and thick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my crushed heart felt blind and sick.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A kind of change came in my fate,<span class="linenum">300</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My keepers grew compassionate;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not what had made them so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They were inured to sights of woe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But so it was:—my broken chain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With links unfastened did remain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And it was liberty to stride<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Along my cell from side to side,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And up and down, and then athwart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And tread it over every part;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And round the pillars one by one,<span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Returning where my walk begun,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Avoiding only, as I trod,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My brothers' graves without a sod;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For if I thought with heedless tread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My step profaned their lowly bed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My breath came gaspingly and thick,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And my crushed heart felt blind and sick.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I made a footing in the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It was not therefrom to escape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I had buried one and all,<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who loved me in a human shape;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the whole earth would henceforth be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wider prison unto me:<a name="FNanchor_27" id="FNanchor_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No child—no sire—no kin had I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No partner in my misery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought of this, and I was glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thought of them had made me mad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I was curious to ascend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my barred windows, and to bend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more, upon the mountains high,<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The quiet of a loving eye.<a name="FNanchor_28" id="FNanchor_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I made a footing in the wall,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It was not therefrom to escape,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I had buried one and all,<span class="linenum">320</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who loved me in a human shape;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_26">[26]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the whole earth would henceforth be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wider prison unto me:<a id="FNanchor_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No child—no sire—no kin had I,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No partner in my misery;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I thought of this, and I was glad,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For thought of them had made me mad;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I was curious to ascend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To my barred windows, and to bend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Once more, upon the mountains high,<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The quiet of a loving eye.<a id="FNanchor_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw them—and they were the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were not changed like me in frame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw their thousand years of snow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On high—their wide long lake below,<a name="FNanchor_g" id="FNanchor_g"></a><a href="#Footnote_g" class="fnanchor">[g]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the blue Rhone in fullest flow;<a name="FNanchor_29" id="FNanchor_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard the torrents leap and gush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er channelled rock and broken bush;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the white-walled distant town,<a name="FNanchor_30" id="FNanchor_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whiter sails go skimming down;<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then there was a little isle,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_31" id="FNanchor_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in my very face did smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The only one in view;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A small green isle, it seemed no more,<a name="FNanchor_32" id="FNanchor_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce broader than my dungeon floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in it there were three tall trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And o'er it blew the mountain breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by it there were waters flowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on it there were young flowers growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of gentle breath and hue.<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fish swam by the castle wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they seemed joyous each and all;<a name="FNanchor_33" id="FNanchor_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eagle rode the rising blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought he never flew so fast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As then to me he seemed to fly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then new tears came in my eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I felt troubled—and would fain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had not left my recent chain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I did descend again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The darkness of my dim abode<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell on me as a heavy load;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was as is a new-dug grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Closing o'er one we sought to save,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet my glance, too much opprest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had almost need of such a rest.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p><h4>XIV.</h4> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It might be months, or years, or days—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I kept no count, I took no note—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had no hope my eyes to raise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And clear them of their dreary mote;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last men came to set me free;<span class="linenum">370</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I asked not why, and recked not where;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was at length the same to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fettered or fetterless to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I learned to love despair.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus when they appeared at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my bonds aside were cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These heavy walls to me had grown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hermitage—and all my own!<a name="FNanchor_34" id="FNanchor_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And half I felt as they were come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tear me from a second home:<span class="linenum">380</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With spiders I had friendship made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watched them in their sullen trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had seen the mice by moonlight play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And why should I feel less than they?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were all inmates of one place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, the monarch of each race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In quiet we had learned to dwell;<a name="FNanchor_h" id="FNanchor_h"></a><a href="#Footnote_h" class="fnanchor">[h]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My very chains and I grew friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much a long communion tends<span class="linenum">390</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make us what we are:—even I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Regained my freedom with a sigh.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0">I saw them—and they were the same,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They were not changed like me in frame;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw their thousand years of snow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On high—their wide long lake below,<a id="FNanchor_g"></a><a href="#Footnote_g" class="fnanchor">[g]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the blue Rhone in fullest flow;<a id="FNanchor_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I heard the torrents leap and gush<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er channelled rock and broken bush;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the white-walled distant town,<a id="FNanchor_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And whiter sails go skimming down;<span class="linenum">340</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then there was a little isle,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_27">[27]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which in my very face did smile,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The only one in view;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A small green isle, it seemed no more,<a id="FNanchor_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce broader than my dungeon floor,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But in it there were three tall trees,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er it blew the mountain breeze,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And by it there were waters flowing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on it there were young flowers growing,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of gentle breath and hue.<span class="linenum">350</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fish swam by the castle wall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they seemed joyous each and all;<a id="FNanchor_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The eagle rode the rising blast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methought he never flew so fast<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As then to me he seemed to fly;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then new tears came in my eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I felt troubled—and would fain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had not left my recent chain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when I did descend again,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The darkness of my dim abode<span class="linenum">360</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fell on me as a heavy load;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was as is a new-dug grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Closing o'er one we sought to save,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet my glance, too much opprest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had almost need of such a rest.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p><h4>XIV.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It might be months, or years, or days—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I kept no count, I took no note—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had no hope my eyes to raise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And clear them of their dreary mote;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At last men came to set me free;<span class="linenum">370</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I asked not why, and recked not where;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was at length the same to me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fettered or fetterless to be,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I learned to love despair.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus when they appeared at last,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all my bonds aside were cast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These heavy walls to me had grown<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A hermitage—and all my own!<a id="FNanchor_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And half I felt as they were come<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To tear me from a second home:<span class="linenum">380</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With spiders I had friendship made,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And watched them in their sullen trade,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had seen the mice by moonlight play,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And why should I feel less than they?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We were all inmates of one place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I, the monarch of each race,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In quiet we had learned to dwell;<a id="FNanchor_h"></a><a href="#Footnote_h" class="fnanchor">[h]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My very chains and I grew friends,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So much a long communion tends<span class="linenum">390</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make us what we are:—even I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Regained my freedom with a sigh.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> <div class="footnotes"> <h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <a id="Note_7"></a>{7} [In the first draft, the sonnet opens thus—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Belovéd Goddess of the chainless mind!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy palace is within the Freeman's heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose soul the love of thee alone can bind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy joy is with them still, and unconfined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their country conquers with their martyrdom."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Belovéd Goddess of the chainless mind!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy palace is within the Freeman's heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose soul the love of thee alone can bind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy joy is with them still, and unconfined,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their country conquers with their martyrdom."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ed. 1832.] </p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2" id="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> [Compare—</p> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> [Compare—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I appeal from her [sc. Florence] to Thee."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I appeal from her [sc. Florence] to Thee."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Proph. of Dante</i>, Canto I. line 125.] </p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_a" id="Footnote_a"></a><a href="#FNanchor_a"><span class="label">[a]</span></a> <a id="Note_8"></a>{8} +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_a"></a><a href="#FNanchor_a"><span class="label">[a]</span></a> <a id="Note_8"></a>{8} <i>When the foregoing.... Some account of his life will be found in a note appended to the Sonnet on Chillon, with which I have been furnished, etc.—[Notes, The Prisoner of Chillon, etc.</i>, 1816, p. 59.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_3" id="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <a id="Note_13"></a>{13} Ludovico Sforza, and others.—The same is asserted of Marie Antoinette's, the wife of Louis the Sixteenth, though not in quite so short a period. Grief is said to have the same effect; to such, and @@ -1685,21 +1640,21 @@ crosses." Compare "Thy father's beard is turned white with the news" (Shakespeare, I <i>Henry IV</i>., act ii. sc. 4, line 345); and—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For deadly fear can time outgo,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And blanch at once the hair."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For deadly fear can time outgo,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And blanch at once the hair."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Marmion</i>, Canto I. stanza xxviii. lines 19, 20.] </p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_b" id="Footnote_b"></a><a href="#FNanchor_b"><span class="label">[b]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_b"></a><a href="#FNanchor_b"><span class="label">[b]</span></a> <i>But with the inward waste of grief</i>.—[MS.]</p> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4" id="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> [The <i>N. Engl. Dict</i>., art. "Ban," gives this passage as +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> [The <i>N. Engl. Dict</i>., art. "Ban," gives this passage as the earliest instance of the use of the verb "to ban" in the sense of "to interdict, to prohibit." Exception was taken to this use of the word in the <i>Crit. Rev</i>., 1817, Series V. vol. iv. p. 571.]</p> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5" id="Footnote_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <a id="Note_14"></a>{14} [Compare the epitaph on the monument of Richard Lord +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <a id="Note_14"></a>{14} [Compare the epitaph on the monument of Richard Lord Byron, in the chancel of Hucknall-Torkard Church, "Beneath in a vault is interred the body of Richard Lord Byron, who with the rest of his family, being seven brothers," etc. (Elze's <i>Life of Lord Byron</i>, p. 4, @@ -1707,16 +1662,16 @@ note 1). </p><p> Compare, too, Churchill's <i>Prophecy of Famine</i>, lines 391, 392—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Five brothers there I lost, in manhood's pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two in the field and three on gibbets died."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Five brothers there I lost, in manhood's pride,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Two in the field and three on gibbets died."<br ></span> </div></div> <p> The Bonivard of history had but two brothers, Amblard and another.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_c" id="Footnote_c"></a><a href="#FNanchor_c"><span class="label">[c]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_c"></a><a href="#FNanchor_c"><span class="label">[c]</span></a> <i>Braving rancour—chains—and rage</i>.—[MS.]</p> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6" id="Footnote_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> ["This is really so: the loop-holes that are partly stopped +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> ["This is really so: the loop-holes that are partly stopped up are now but long crevices or clefts, but Bonivard, from the spot where he was chained, could, perhaps, never get an idea of the loveliness and variety of radiating light which the sunbeam shed at @@ -1731,9 +1686,9 @@ transparency of the morning disappears; but at eventide, after the sun has set behind the Jura, the scene changes to the deep glow of fire ..."—<i>Guide to the Castle of Chillon</i>, by A. Naef, architect, 1896, pp, 35, 36.]</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7" id="Footnote_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <a id="Note_15"></a>{15}[Compare—</p> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <a id="Note_15"></a>{15}[Compare—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"One little marshy spark of flame."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"One little marshy spark of flame."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Def. Trans</i>., Part I. sc. I. </p><p> @@ -1741,13 +1696,13 @@ Kölbing notes six other allusions in Byron's works to the "will-o'-the-wisp," but omits the line in the "Incantation" (<i>Manfred</i>, act i. sc. I, line 195)—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And the wisp on the morass,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And the wisp on the morass,"<br ></span> </div></div> <p> which the Italian translator would have rendered "bundle of straw" (see Letter to Hoppner, February 28, 1818, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 204, note 2, et post p. 92, note 1).]</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8" id="Footnote_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> [This "...is not exactly so; the third column does not seem +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> [This "...is not exactly so; the third column does not seem to have ever had a ring, but the traces of these rings are very visible in the two first columns from the entrance, although the rings have been removed; and on the three last we find the rings still riveted on the @@ -1764,33 +1719,33 @@ room."—<i>Guide, etc.</i>, pp. 39-42. The inscription was <i>in situ</i> a as August 22, 1820, as Mr. Richard Edgcumbe points out (<i>Notes and Queries</i>, Series V. xi. 487).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_d" id="Footnote_d"></a><a href="#FNanchor_d"><span class="label">[d]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_d"></a><a href="#FNanchor_d"><span class="label">[d]</span></a> <a id="Note_16"></a>{16}——<i>pined in heart</i>.—[Editions 1816-1837.]</p> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9" id="Footnote_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> [Compare, for similarity of sound—</p> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> [Compare, for similarity of sound—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Thou tree of covert and of rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this young Bird that is distrest."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou tree of covert and of rest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For this young Bird that is distrest."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle,</i> by W. Wordsworth, <i>Works,</i> 1889, p. 364. </p><p> Compare, too—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"She came into the cave, but it was merely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see her bird reposing in his nest."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She came into the cave, but it was merely<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To see her bird reposing in his nest."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Don Juan,</i> Canto II. stanza clxviii. lines 3, 4.] </p> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10" id="Footnote_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <a id="Note_17"></a>{17}[Compare—</p> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <a id="Note_17"></a>{17}[Compare—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Those polar summers, <i>all</i> sun, and some ice."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Those polar summers, <i>all</i> sun, and some ice."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Don Juan</i>, Canto XII. stanza lxxii. line 8.] </p> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11" id="Footnote_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <a id="Note_18"></a>{18} [Ruskin (<i>Modern Painters</i>, Part IV. chap. i. sect. 9, +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <a id="Note_18"></a>{18} [Ruskin (<i>Modern Painters</i>, Part IV. chap. i. sect. 9, "Touching the Grand Style," 1888, iii. 8, 9) criticizes these five lines 107-111, and points out that, alike in respect of accuracy and inaccuracy of detail, they fulfil the conditions of poetry in @@ -1800,7 +1755,7 @@ of details, we find it consisting entirely in the addition of details; and instead of it being characterized by regard only of the invariable, we find its whole power to consist in the clear expression of what is singular and particular!"]</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12" id="Footnote_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> The Château de Chillon is situated between Clarens and +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> The Château de Chillon is situated between Clarens and Villeneuve, which last is at one extremity of the Lake of Geneva. On its left are the entrances of the Rhone, and opposite are the heights of Meillerie and the range of Alps above Boveret and St. Gingo. Near it, on @@ -1844,61 +1799,61 @@ and even if we take off the difference arising from the fact that the level of the lake was once much higher, and that the floor of the halls has been raised, still the halls must originally have been built about two metres above the surface of the lake."—<i>Guide</i>, etc., pp. 28, 29.]</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13" id="Footnote_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <a id="Note_19"></a>{19} [The "real Bonivard" might have indulged in and, +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <a id="Note_19"></a>{19} [The "real Bonivard" might have indulged in and, perhaps, prided himself on this feeble and irritating <i>paronomasy</i>; but nothing can be less in keeping with the bearing and behaviour of the tragic and sententious Bonivard of the legend.]</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14" id="Footnote_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> [Compare—</p> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> [Compare—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"...I'm a forester and breather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the steep mountain-tops."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"...I'm a forester and breather<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the steep mountain-tops."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Werner</i>, act iv. sc. 1.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_e" id="Footnote_e"></a><a href="#FNanchor_e"><span class="label">[e]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_e"></a><a href="#FNanchor_e"><span class="label">[e]</span></a> <i>But why withhold the blow?—he died</i>. [MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_f" id="Footnote_f"></a><a href="#FNanchor_f"><span class="label">[f]</span></a> <a id="Note_20"></a>{20} <i>To break or bite</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_f"></a><a href="#FNanchor_f"><span class="label">[f]</span></a> <a id="Note_20"></a>{20} <i>To break or bite</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_15" id="Footnote_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> [Compare "With the aid of Suleiman's ataghan and my own +<p><a id="Footnote_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> [Compare "With the aid of Suleiman's ataghan and my own sabre, we scooped a shallow grave upon the spot which Darvell had indicated" (<i>A fragment of a Novel by Byron, Letters,</i> 1899, iii. Appendix IX. p. 452).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_16" id="Footnote_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And to be wroth with one we love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth work like madness in the brain."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And to be wroth with one we love<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Doth work like madness in the brain."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Christabel</i>, by S. T. Coleridge, part ii. lines 412, 413.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_17" id="Footnote_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> [It is said that his parents handed him over to the care +<p><a id="Footnote_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> [It is said that his parents handed him over to the care of his uncle, Jean-Aimé Bonivard, when he was still an infant, and it is denied that his father was "literally put to death."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_18" id="Footnote_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <a id="Note_21"></a>{21} [Kölbing quotes parallel uses of the same expression +<p><a id="Footnote_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <a id="Note_21"></a>{21} [Kölbing quotes parallel uses of the same expression in <i>Werner</i>, act iv. sc. 1; Churchill's <i>The Times</i>, line 341, etc.; but does not give the original— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than that which, withering on the virgin-thorn," etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than that which, withering on the virgin-thorn," etc.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Midsummer Night's Dream</i>, act i. sc. i, lines 76, 77.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_19" id="Footnote_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The first, last look of Death revealed."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The first, last look of Death revealed."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Giaour</i>, line 89, note 2.</p> @@ -1915,137 +1870,137 @@ death-bed of Lord Falkland (<i>English Bards</i>, etc., lines 680-686; <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 351, note 2).]</p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_20" id="Footnote_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <a id="Note_22"></a>{22} [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <a id="Note_22"></a>{22} [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And yet I could not die."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And yet I could not die."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ancient Mariner</i>, Part IV. line 262.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_21" id="Footnote_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <a id="Note_23"></a>{23} [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <a id="Note_23"></a>{23} [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I wept not; so all stone I felt within."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wept not; so all stone I felt within."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Dante's <i>Inferno</i>, xxxiii. 47 (Cary's translation).] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_22" id="Footnote_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <a id="Note_24"></a>{24}[Compare "Song by Glycine"— +<p><a id="Footnote_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <a id="Note_24"></a>{24}[Compare "Song by Glycine"— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A sunny shaft did I behold,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">From sky to earth it slanted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poised therein a bird so bold—<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted," etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A sunny shaft did I behold,<br ></span> +<span class="i3">From sky to earth it slanted;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And poised therein a bird so bold—<br ></span> +<span class="i3">Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted," etc.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Zapolya</i>, by S. T. Coleridge, act ii. sc. 1.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_23" id="Footnote_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"When Ruth was left half desolate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her Father took another Mate."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When Ruth was left half desolate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her Father took another Mate."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ruth</i>, by W. Wordsworth, <i>Works</i>, 1889, p. 121.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_24" id="Footnote_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> ["The souls of the blessed are supposed by some of the +<p><a id="Footnote_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> ["The souls of the blessed are supposed by some of the Mahommedans to animate green birds in the groves of Paradise."—Note to Southey's <i>Thalaba</i>, bk. xi. stanza 5, line 13.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_25" id="Footnote_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <a id="Note_25"></a>{25}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <a id="Note_25"></a>{25}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I wandered lonely as a cloud."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wandered lonely as a cloud."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Works</i> of W. Wordsworth, 1889, p. 205.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_26" id="Footnote_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Yet some did think that he had little business here."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet some did think that he had little business here."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ibid</i>., p. 183. </p><p> Compare, too, <i>The Dream</i>, line 166, <i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_39">p. 39</a>— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"What business had they there at such a time?"]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What business had they there at such a time?"]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_27" id="Footnote_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <a id="Note_26"></a>{26}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <a id="Note_26"></a>{26}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He sighed, and turned his eyes, because he knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas but a larger jail he had in view."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He sighed, and turned his eyes, because he knew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas but a larger jail he had in view."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Dryden, <i>Palamon and Arcite</i>, bk. i. lines 216, 217. </p><p> Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"An exile——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"An exile——<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Prophecy of Dante</i>, iv. 131, 132.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_28" id="Footnote_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The harvest of a quiet eye."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The harvest of a quiet eye."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>A Poet's Epitaph</i>, line 51, <i>Works</i> of W. Wordsworth, 1889, p. 116.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_g" id="Footnote_g"></a><a href="#FNanchor_g"><span class="label">[g]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_g"></a><a href="#FNanchor_g"><span class="label">[g]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I saw them with their lake below,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And their three thousand years of snow</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I saw them with their lake below,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And their three thousand years of snow</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_29" id="Footnote_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> [This, according to Ruskin's canon, may be a poetical +<p><a id="Footnote_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> [This, according to Ruskin's canon, may be a poetical inaccuracy. The Rhone is blue below the lake at Geneva, but "les embouchures" at Villeneuve are muddy and discoloured.] </p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_30" id="Footnote_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> [Villeneuve.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> [Villeneuve.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_31" id="Footnote_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> Between the entrances of the Rhone and Villeneuve, not far +<p><a id="Footnote_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> Between the entrances of the Rhone and Villeneuve, not far from Chillon, is a very small island [Ile de Paix]; the only one I could perceive in my voyage round and over the lake, within its circumference. It contains a few trees (I think not above three), and from its singleness and diminutive size has a peculiar effect upon the view.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_32" id="Footnote_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <a id="Note_27"></a>{27}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <a id="Note_27"></a>{27}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Of Silver How, and Grasmere's peaceful lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one green island."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Of Silver How, and Grasmere's peaceful lake,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And one green island."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Works</i> of W. Wordsworth, 1889, p. 220.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_33" id="Footnote_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> [Compare the Ancient Mariner on the water-snakes— +<p><a id="Footnote_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> [Compare the Ancient Mariner on the water-snakes— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O happy living things! no tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their beauty might declare,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O happy living things! no tongue<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their beauty might declare,"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ancient Mariner</i>, Part IV. lines 282, 283. </p><p> @@ -2063,20 +2018,20 @@ would not understand it) Lord Byron, it is evident, has become a tardy convert, and of whose merits in the poems on our table we have a silent but unequivocal acknowledgment."] </p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_34" id="Footnote_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <a id="Note_28"></a>{28}[Compare the well-known lines in Lovelace's "To +<p><a id="Footnote_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <a id="Note_28"></a>{28}[Compare the well-known lines in Lovelace's "To Althea—From Prison"— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Minds innocent and quiet take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That for an hermitage."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Minds innocent and quiet take<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That for an hermitage."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_h" id="Footnote_h"></a><a href="#FNanchor_h"><span class="label">[h]</span></a> Here follows in the MS.— +<p><a id="Footnote_h"></a><a href="#FNanchor_h"><span class="label">[h]</span></a> Here follows in the MS.— </p><p> -<i>Nor stew I of my subjects one</i>—<br /> +<i>Nor stew I of my subjects one</i>—<br > <i>What sovereign</i> <span style="font-size:200%;vertical-align:-0.2em;">{</span> <span style="vertical-align:1em;margin:auto 1em auto 1em;"><i>hath so little</i></span> @@ -2088,21 +2043,21 @@ Althea—From Prison"— </div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<h2><a name="THE_DREAM" id="THE_DREAM"></a> -POEMS OF<br /> -JULY-SEPTEMBER, 1816.<br /> +<h2><a id="THE_DREAM"></a> +POEMS OF<br > +JULY-SEPTEMBER, 1816.<br > THE DREAM. </h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> <h3 style="font-size:medium"> INTRODUCTION TO <i>THE DREAM</i> -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap"><i>The Dream</i></span>, which was written at Diodati in July, 1816 (probably @@ -2141,7 +2096,7 @@ herself a forsaken and unhappy wife.</p> <p>He passes on (stanza vi.) to his marriage in 1815, his bride "gentle" and "fair," but <i>not</i> the "one beloved,"—to the wedding day, when he stood before an altar, "like one forlorn," confused by the sudden vision -of the past fulfilled with Love the "indestructible"!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> +of the past fulfilled with Love the "indestructible"!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> <p>In stanza vii. he records and analyzes the "sickness of the soul," the so-called "phrenzy" which had overtaken and changed the "Lady of his @@ -2186,553 +2141,553 @@ Newstead Abbey</i>, by Washington Irving, 1835, p. 191, <i>seq.</i>; <i>The Hous and Grave of Byron</i>, 1855; and an article in <i>Lippincott's Magazine</i>, 1876, vol. xviii. pp. 637, <i>seq.</i></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> <h3>THE DREAM </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Our</span> life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A boundary between the things misnamed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a wide realm of wild reality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dreams in their developement have breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tears, and tortures, and the touch of Joy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They take a weight from off our waking toils,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They do divide our being;<a name="FNanchor_35" id="FNanchor_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> they become<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A portion of ourselves as of our time,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And look like heralds of Eternity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They pass like spirits of the past,—they speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like Sibyls of the future; they have power—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tyranny of pleasure and of pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They make us what we were not—what they will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shake us with the vision that's gone by,<a name="FNanchor_36" id="FNanchor_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dread of vanished shadows—Are they so?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is not the past all shadow?—What are they?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creations of the mind?—The mind can make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Substance, and people planets of its own<span class="linenum">20</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With beings brighter than have been, and give<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.<a name="FNanchor_37" id="FNanchor_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would recall a vision which I dreamed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance in sleep—for in itself a thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A slumbering thought, is capable of years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And curdles a long life into one hour.<a name="FNanchor_38" id="FNanchor_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Our</span> life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A boundary between the things misnamed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And a wide realm of wild reality,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And dreams in their developement have breath,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And tears, and tortures, and the touch of Joy;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They take a weight from off our waking toils,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They do divide our being;<a id="FNanchor_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> they become<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A portion of ourselves as of our time,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And look like heralds of Eternity;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They pass like spirits of the past,—they speak<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like Sibyls of the future; they have power—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tyranny of pleasure and of pain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They make us what we were not—what they will,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And shake us with the vision that's gone by,<a id="FNanchor_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dread of vanished shadows—Are they so?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is not the past all shadow?—What are they?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Creations of the mind?—The mind can make<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Substance, and people planets of its own<span class="linenum">20</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_34">[34]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With beings brighter than have been, and give<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.<a id="FNanchor_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would recall a vision which I dreamed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance in sleep—for in itself a thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A slumbering thought, is capable of years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And curdles a long life into one hour.<a id="FNanchor_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw two beings in the hues of youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Green and of mild declivity, the last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save that there was no sea to lave its base,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a most living landscape, and the wave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arising from such rustic roofs;—the hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was crowned with a peculiar diadem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of trees, in circular array, so fixed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not by the sport of nature, but of man:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These two, a maiden and a youth, were there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazing—the one on all that was beneath<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair as herself—but the Boy gazed on her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both were young, and one was beautiful:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both were young—yet not alike in youth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Maid was on the eve of Womanhood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Boy had fewer summers, but his heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was but one belovéd face on earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that was shining on him: he had looked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon it till it could not pass away;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had no breath, no being, but in hers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was his voice; he did not speak to her,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But trembled on her words; she was his sight,<a name="FNanchor_i" id="FNanchor_i"></a><a href="#Footnote_i" class="fnanchor">[i]</a><a name="FNanchor_39" id="FNanchor_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his eye followed hers, and saw with hers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which coloured all his objects:—he had ceased<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live within himself; she was his life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ocean to the river of his thoughts,<a name="FNanchor_40" id="FNanchor_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which terminated all: upon a tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow,<a name="FNanchor_41" id="FNanchor_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his cheek change tempestuously—his heart<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknowing of its cause of agony.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she in these fond feelings had no share:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her sighs were not for him; to her he was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even as a brother—but no more; 'twas much,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For brotherless she was, save in the name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her infant friendship had bestowed on him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Herself the solitary scion left<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a time-honoured race.<a name="FNanchor_42" id="FNanchor_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a>—It was a name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which pleased him, and yet pleased him not—and why?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time taught him a deep answer—when she loved<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another: even <i>now</i> she loved another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the summit of that hill she stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking afar if yet her lover's steed<a name="FNanchor_43" id="FNanchor_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kept pace with her expectancy, and flew.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p><h4>III.</h4> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was an ancient mansion, and before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its walls there was a steed caparisoned:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within an antique Oratory stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Boy of whom I spake;—he was alone,<a name="FNanchor_44" id="FNanchor_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pale, and pacing to and fro: anon<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sate him down, and seized a pen, and traced<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Words which I could not guess of; then he leaned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His bowed head on his hands, and shook as 'twere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a convulsion—then arose again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What he had written, but he shed no tears.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he did calm himself, and fix his brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a kind of quiet: as he paused,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lady of his love re-entered there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was serene and smiling then, and yet<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She knew she was by him beloved—she knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For quickly comes such knowledge,<a name="FNanchor_45" id="FNanchor_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> that his heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was darkened with her shadow, and she saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he was wretched, but she saw not all.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He took her hand; a moment o'er his face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A tablet of unutterable thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was traced, and then it faded, as it came;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He dropped the hand he held, and with slow steps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Retired, but not as bidding her adieu,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they did part with mutual smiles; he passed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the massy gate of that old Hall,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mounting on his steed he went his way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ne'er repassed that hoary threshold more.<a name="FNanchor_46" id="FNanchor_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw two beings in the hues of youth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Green and of mild declivity, the last<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save that there was no sea to lave its base,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But a most living landscape, and the wave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Arising from such rustic roofs;—the hill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was crowned with a peculiar diadem<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of trees, in circular array, so fixed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not by the sport of nature, but of man:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These two, a maiden and a youth, were there<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gazing—the one on all that was beneath<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fair as herself—but the Boy gazed on her;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And both were young, and one was beautiful:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And both were young—yet not alike in youth.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Maid was on the eve of Womanhood;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Boy had fewer summers, but his heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There was but one belovéd face on earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that was shining on him: he had looked<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon it till it could not pass away;<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He had no breath, no being, but in hers;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She was his voice; he did not speak to her,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_35">[35]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But trembled on her words; she was his sight,<a id="FNanchor_i"></a><a href="#Footnote_i" class="fnanchor">[i]</a><a id="FNanchor_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For his eye followed hers, and saw with hers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which coloured all his objects:—he had ceased<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To live within himself; she was his life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ocean to the river of his thoughts,<a id="FNanchor_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which terminated all: upon a tone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow,<a id="FNanchor_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And his cheek change tempestuously—his heart<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unknowing of its cause of agony.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But she in these fond feelings had no share:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her sighs were not for him; to her he was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even as a brother—but no more; 'twas much,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For brotherless she was, save in the name<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her infant friendship had bestowed on him;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Herself the solitary scion left<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a time-honoured race.<a id="FNanchor_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a>—It was a name<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which pleased him, and yet pleased him not—and why?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Time taught him a deep answer—when she loved<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Another: even <i>now</i> she loved another,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on the summit of that hill she stood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Looking afar if yet her lover's steed<a id="FNanchor_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Kept pace with her expectancy, and flew.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p><h4>III.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There was an ancient mansion, and before<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its walls there was a steed caparisoned:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within an antique Oratory stood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Boy of whom I spake;—he was alone,<a id="FNanchor_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And pale, and pacing to and fro: anon<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He sate him down, and seized a pen, and traced<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Words which I could not guess of; then he leaned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His bowed head on his hands, and shook as 'twere<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a convulsion—then arose again,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What he had written, but he shed no tears.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he did calm himself, and fix his brow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into a kind of quiet: as he paused,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Lady of his love re-entered there;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She was serene and smiling then, and yet<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">She knew she was by him beloved—she knew,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For quickly comes such knowledge,<a id="FNanchor_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> that his heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was darkened with her shadow, and she saw<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he was wretched, but she saw not all.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He took her hand; a moment o'er his face<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A tablet of unutterable thoughts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was traced, and then it faded, as it came;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He dropped the hand he held, and with slow steps<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Retired, but not as bidding her adieu,<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For they did part with mutual smiles; he passed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out the massy gate of that old Hall,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_37">[37]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mounting on his steed he went his way;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er repassed that hoary threshold more.<a id="FNanchor_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of fiery climes he made himself a home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his Soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With strange and dusky aspects; he was not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Himself like what he had been; on the sea<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the shore he was a wanderer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was a mass of many images<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crowded like waves upon me, but he was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A part of all; and in the last he lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reposing from the noontide sultriness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Couched among fallen columns, in the shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ruined walls that had survived the names<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those who reared them; by his sleeping side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were fastened near a fountain; and a man<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While many of his tribe slumbered around:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they were canopied by the blue sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.<a name="FNanchor_47" id="FNanchor_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of fiery climes he made himself a home,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And his Soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With strange and dusky aspects; he was not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Himself like what he had been; on the sea<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on the shore he was a wanderer;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There was a mass of many images<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Crowded like waves upon me, but he was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A part of all; and in the last he lay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reposing from the noontide sultriness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Couched among fallen columns, in the shade<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of ruined walls that had survived the names<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of those who reared them; by his sleeping side<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were fastened near a fountain; and a man<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While many of his tribe slumbered around:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they were canopied by the blue sky,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.<a id="FNanchor_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lady of his love was wed with One<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who did not love her better:—in her home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand leagues from his,—her native home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daughters and sons of Beauty,—but behold!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon her face there was the tint of grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The settled shadow of an inward strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And an unquiet drooping of the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if its lid were charged with unshed tears.<a name="FNanchor_48" id="FNanchor_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could her grief be?—she had all she loved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he who had so loved her was not there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To trouble with bad hopes, or evil wish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or ill-repressed affliction, her pure thoughts.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could her grief be?—she had loved him not,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor given him cause to deem himself beloved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor could he be a part of that which preyed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon her mind—a spectre of the past.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Lady of his love was wed with One<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_38">[38]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who did not love her better:—in her home,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand leagues from his,—her native home,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Daughters and sons of Beauty,—but behold!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon her face there was the tint of grief,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The settled shadow of an inward strife,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And an unquiet drooping of the eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As if its lid were charged with unshed tears.<a id="FNanchor_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What could her grief be?—she had all she loved,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he who had so loved her was not there<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To trouble with bad hopes, or evil wish,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or ill-repressed affliction, her pure thoughts.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What could her grief be?—she had loved him not,<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor given him cause to deem himself beloved,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor could he be a part of that which preyed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon her mind—a spectre of the past.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Wanderer was returned.—I saw him stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before an Altar—with a gentle bride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her face was fair, but was not that which made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Starlight<a name="FNanchor_49" id="FNanchor_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> of his Boyhood;—as he stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even at the altar, o'er his brow there came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The self-same aspect, and the quivering shock<a name="FNanchor_50" id="FNanchor_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in the antique Oratory shook<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His bosom in its solitude; and then—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As in that hour—a moment o'er his face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tablet of unutterable thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was traced,—and then it faded as it came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fitting vows, but heard not his own words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all things reeled around him; he could see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not that which was, nor that which should have been—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the old mansion, and the accustomed hall,<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the remembered chambers, and the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All things pertaining to that place and hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her who was his destiny, came back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thrust themselves between him and the light:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What business had they there at such a time?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Wanderer was returned.—I saw him stand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before an Altar—with a gentle bride;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her face was fair, but was not that which made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Starlight<a id="FNanchor_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> of his Boyhood;—as he stood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even at the altar, o'er his brow there came<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The self-same aspect, and the quivering shock<a id="FNanchor_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_39">[39]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That in the antique Oratory shook<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His bosom in its solitude; and then—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As in that hour—a moment o'er his face<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tablet of unutterable thoughts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was traced,—and then it faded as it came,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fitting vows, but heard not his own words,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all things reeled around him; he could see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not that which was, nor that which should have been—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the old mansion, and the accustomed hall,<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the remembered chambers, and the place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All things pertaining to that place and hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And her who was his destiny, came back<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thrust themselves between him and the light:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What business had they there at such a time?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lady of his love;—Oh! she was changed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As by the sickness of the soul; her mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had wandered from its dwelling, and her eyes<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They had not their own lustre, but the look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is not of the earth; she was become<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were combinations of disjointed things;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And forms, impalpable and unperceived<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of others' sight, familiar were to hers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this the world calls frenzy; but the wise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have a far deeper madness—and the glance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of melancholy is a fearful gift;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is it but the telescope of truth?<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which strips the distance of its fantasies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brings life near in utter nakedness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making the cold reality too real!<a name="FNanchor_j" id="FNanchor_j"></a><a href="#Footnote_j" class="fnanchor">[j]</a><a name="FNanchor_51" id="FNanchor_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Lady of his love;—Oh! she was changed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As by the sickness of the soul; her mind<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had wandered from its dwelling, and her eyes<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They had not their own lustre, but the look<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is not of the earth; she was become<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were combinations of disjointed things;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_40">[40]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And forms, impalpable and unperceived<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of others' sight, familiar were to hers.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this the world calls frenzy; but the wise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have a far deeper madness—and the glance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of melancholy is a fearful gift;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What is it but the telescope of truth?<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which strips the distance of its fantasies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And brings life near in utter nakedness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Making the cold reality too real!<a id="FNanchor_j"></a><a href="#Footnote_j" class="fnanchor">[j]</a><a id="FNanchor_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Wanderer was alone as heretofore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beings which surrounded him were gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or were at war with him; he was a mark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For blight and desolation, compassed round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Hatred and Contention; Pain was mixed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all which was served up to him, until,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to the Pontic monarch of old days,<a name="FNanchor_52" id="FNanchor_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fed on poisons, and they had no power,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But were a kind of nutriment; he lived<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through that which had been death to many men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made him friends of mountains:<a name="FNanchor_53" id="FNanchor_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> with the stars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the quick Spirit of the Universe<a name="FNanchor_54" id="FNanchor_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He held his dialogues; and they did teach<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him the magic of their mysteries;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him the book of Night was opened wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And voices from the deep abyss revealed<a name="FNanchor_55" id="FNanchor_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a><span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A marvel and a secret—Be it so.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Wanderer was alone as heretofore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The beings which surrounded him were gone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or were at war with him; he was a mark<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For blight and desolation, compassed round<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With Hatred and Contention; Pain was mixed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all which was served up to him, until,<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like to the Pontic monarch of old days,<a id="FNanchor_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He fed on poisons, and they had no power,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_41">[41]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But were a kind of nutriment; he lived<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through that which had been death to many men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And made him friends of mountains:<a id="FNanchor_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> with the stars<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the quick Spirit of the Universe<a id="FNanchor_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He held his dialogues; and they did teach<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him the magic of their mysteries;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him the book of Night was opened wide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And voices from the deep abyss revealed<a id="FNanchor_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a><span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A marvel and a secret—Be it so.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My dream was past; it had no further change.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was of a strange order, that the doom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of these two creatures should be thus traced out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost like a reality—the one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To end in madness—both in misery.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My dream was past; it had no further change.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was of a strange order, that the doom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of these two creatures should be thus traced out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Almost like a reality—the one<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To end in madness—both in misery.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>July</i>, 1816.<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>July</i>, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>The Prisoner of Chillon</i>, etc., 1816.]</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> -<h3>DARKNESS.<a name="FNanchor_k" id="FNanchor_k"></a> +<h3>DARKNESS.<a id="FNanchor_k"></a> <a href="#Footnote_k" class="fnanchor">[k]</a> -<a name="FNanchor_56" id="FNanchor_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> +<a id="FNanchor_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I had</span> a dream, which was not all a dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did wander darkling in the eternal space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rayless, and pathless, and the icy Earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And men forgot their passions in the dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this their desolation; and all hearts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The palaces of crownéd kings—the huts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The habitations of all things which dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And men were gathered round their blazing homes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look once more into each other's face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy were those who dwelt within the eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fearful hope was all the World contained;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extinguished with a crash—and all was black.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The brows of men by the despairing light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flashes fell upon them; some lay down<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their chins upon their clenchéd hands, and smiled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And others hurried to and fro, and fed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mad disquietude on the dull sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pall of a past World; and then again<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With curses cast them down upon the dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gnashed their teeth and howled: the wild birds shrieked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twined themselves among the multitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And War, which for a moment was no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did glut himself again:—a meal was bought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With blood, and each sate sullenly apart<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gorging himself in gloom: no Love was left;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All earth was but one thought—and that was Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Immediate and inglorious; and the pang<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of famine fed upon all entrails—men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The meagre by the meagre were devoured,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he was faithful to a corse, and kept<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till hunger clung them,<a name="FNanchor_57" id="FNanchor_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> or the dropping dead<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with a piteous and perpetual moan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which answered not with a caress—he died.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crowd was famished by degrees; but two<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of an enormous city did survive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they were enemies: they met beside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dying embers of an altar-place<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where had been heaped a mass of holy things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For an unholy usage; they raked up,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blew for a little life, and made a flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which was a mockery; then they lifted up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld<a name="FNanchor_58" id="FNanchor_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each other's aspects—saw, and shrieked, and died—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even of their mutual hideousness they died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknowing who he was upon whose brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Famine had written Fiend. The World was void,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The populous and the powerful was a lump,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nothing stirred within their silent depths;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropped<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They slept on the abyss without a surge—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Moon, their mistress, had expired before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds were withered in the stagnant air,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of aid from them—She was the Universe.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br /> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I had</span> a dream, which was not all a dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_43">[43]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Did wander darkling in the eternal space,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rayless, and pathless, and the icy Earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And men forgot their passions in the dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of this their desolation; and all hearts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The palaces of crownéd kings—the huts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The habitations of all things which dwell,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And men were gathered round their blazing homes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To look once more into each other's face;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Happy were those who dwelt within the eye<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A fearful hope was all the World contained;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Extinguished with a crash—and all was black.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The brows of men by the despairing light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The flashes fell upon them; some lay down<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_44">[44]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their chins upon their clenchéd hands, and smiled;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And others hurried to and fro, and fed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With mad disquietude on the dull sky,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The pall of a past World; and then again<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With curses cast them down upon the dust,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And gnashed their teeth and howled: the wild birds shrieked,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And twined themselves among the multitude,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And War, which for a moment was no more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Did glut himself again:—a meal was bought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With blood, and each sate sullenly apart<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gorging himself in gloom: no Love was left;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All earth was but one thought—and that was Death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Immediate and inglorious; and the pang<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of famine fed upon all entrails—men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The meagre by the meagre were devoured,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he was faithful to a corse, and kept<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till hunger clung them,<a id="FNanchor_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> or the dropping dead<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But with a piteous and perpetual moan,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which answered not with a caress—he died.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The crowd was famished by degrees; but two<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of an enormous city did survive,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they were enemies: they met beside<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dying embers of an altar-place<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_45">[45]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where had been heaped a mass of holy things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For an unholy usage; they raked up,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Blew for a little life, and made a flame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which was a mockery; then they lifted up<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld<a id="FNanchor_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each other's aspects—saw, and shrieked, and died—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even of their mutual hideousness they died,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unknowing who he was upon whose brow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Famine had written Fiend. The World was void,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The populous and the powerful was a lump,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And nothing stirred within their silent depths;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropped<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They slept on the abyss without a surge—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Moon, their mistress, had expired before;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The winds were withered in the stagnant air,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of aid from them—She was the Universe.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>Prisoner of Chillon</i>, etc., 1816.]</p> <h3> CHURCHILL'S GRAVE, -<a name="FNanchor_59" id="FNanchor_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> -<br /> +<a id="FNanchor_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> +<br > <span style="font-size:smaller;">A FACT LITERALLY RENDERED.</span> -<a name="FNanchor_60" id="FNanchor_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a> +<a id="FNanchor_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I stood</span> beside the grave of him who blazed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Comet of a season, and I saw<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The humblest of all sepulchres, and gazed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With not the less of sorrow and of awe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">On that neglected turf and quiet stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With name no clearer than the names unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which lay unread around it; and I asked<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Gardener of that ground, why it might be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That for this plant strangers his memory tasked,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the thick deaths of half a century;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus he answered—"Well, I do not know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why frequent travellers turn to pilgrims so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He died before my day of Sextonship,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I had not the digging of this grave."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is this all? I thought,—and do we rip<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The veil of Immortality, and crave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not what of honour and of light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through unborn ages, to endure this blight?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So soon, and so successless? As I said,<a name="FNanchor_61" id="FNanchor_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Architect of all on which we tread,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Earth is but a tombstone, did essay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To extricate remembrance from the clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose minglings might confuse a Newton's thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were it not that all life must end in one,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which we are but dreamers;—as he caught<br /></span> -<span class="i3">As 'twere the twilight of a former Sun,<a name="FNanchor_62" id="FNanchor_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus spoke he,—"I believe the man of whom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You wot, who lies in this selected<a name="FNanchor_63" id="FNanchor_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a most famous writer in his day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore travellers step from out their way<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pay him honour,—and myself whate'er<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Your honour pleases:"—then most pleased I shook<a name="FNanchor_l" id="FNanchor_l"></a><a href="#Footnote_l" class="fnanchor">[l]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i3">From out my pocket's avaricious nook<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some certain coins of silver, which as 'twere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perforce I gave this man, though I could spare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much but inconveniently:—Ye smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see ye, ye profane ones! all the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because my homely phrase the truth would tell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are the fools, not I—for I did dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a deep thought, and with a softened eye,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">On that old Sexton's natural homily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which there was Obscurity and Fame,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib">Diodati, 1816.<br /> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I stood</span> beside the grave of him who blazed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Comet of a season, and I saw<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_46">[46]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The humblest of all sepulchres, and gazed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With not the less of sorrow and of awe<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_47">[47]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">On that neglected turf and quiet stone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With name no clearer than the names unknown,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which lay unread around it; and I asked<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Gardener of that ground, why it might be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That for this plant strangers his memory tasked,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Through the thick deaths of half a century;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus he answered—"Well, I do not know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why frequent travellers turn to pilgrims so;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He died before my day of Sextonship,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I had not the digging of this grave."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And is this all? I thought,—and do we rip<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The veil of Immortality, and crave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not what of honour and of light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through unborn ages, to endure this blight?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So soon, and so successless? As I said,<a id="FNanchor_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Architect of all on which we tread,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Earth is but a tombstone, did essay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To extricate remembrance from the clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose minglings might confuse a Newton's thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were it not that all life must end in one,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_48">[48]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of which we are but dreamers;—as he caught<br ></span> +<span class="i3">As 'twere the twilight of a former Sun,<a id="FNanchor_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus spoke he,—"I believe the man of whom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You wot, who lies in this selected<a id="FNanchor_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> tomb,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was a most famous writer in his day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore travellers step from out their way<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To pay him honour,—and myself whate'er<br ></span> +<span class="i3">Your honour pleases:"—then most pleased I shook<a id="FNanchor_l"></a><a href="#Footnote_l" class="fnanchor">[l]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i3">From out my pocket's avaricious nook<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some certain coins of silver, which as 'twere<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perforce I gave this man, though I could spare<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So much but inconveniently:—Ye smile,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I see ye, ye profane ones! all the while,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because my homely phrase the truth would tell.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You are the fools, not I—for I did dwell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a deep thought, and with a softened eye,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">On that old Sexton's natural homily,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In which there was Obscurity and Fame,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib">Diodati, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>Prisoner of Chillon</i>, etc., 1816.]</p> -<h3>PROMETHEUS.<a name="FNanchor_64" id="FNanchor_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a> +<h3>PROMETHEUS.<a id="FNanchor_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a> </h3> <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Titan</span>! to whose immortal eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sufferings of mortality,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seen in their sad reality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were not as things that gods despise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What was thy pity's recompense?<a name="FNanchor_65" id="FNanchor_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A silent suffering, and intense;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rock, the vulture, and the chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that the proud can feel of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The agony they do not show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The suffocating sense of woe,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which speaks but in its loneliness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then is jealous lest the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should have a listener, nor will sigh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Until its voice is echoless.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Titan</span>! to whose immortal eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The sufferings of mortality,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_49">[49]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Seen in their sad reality,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were not as things that gods despise;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What was thy pity's recompense?<a id="FNanchor_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A silent suffering, and intense;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rock, the vulture, and the chain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All that the proud can feel of pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The agony they do not show,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The suffocating sense of woe,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which speaks but in its loneliness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then is jealous lest the sky<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should have a listener, nor will sigh<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Until its voice is echoless.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Titan! to thee the strife was given<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Between the suffering and the will,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which torture where they cannot kill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the inexorable Heaven,<a name="FNanchor_66" id="FNanchor_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the deaf tyranny of Fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ruling principle of Hate,<span class="linenum">20</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which for its pleasure doth create<a name="FNanchor_67" id="FNanchor_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The things it may annihilate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Refused thee even the boon to die:<a name="FNanchor_68" id="FNanchor_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wretched gift Eternity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was thine—and thou hast borne it well.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that the Thunderer wrung from thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was but the menace which flung back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On him the torments of thy rack;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fate thou didst so well foresee,<a name="FNanchor_69" id="FNanchor_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But would not to appease him tell;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in thy Silence was his Sentence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his Soul a vain repentance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And evil dread so ill dissembled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in his hand the lightnings trembled.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Titan! to thee the strife was given<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Between the suffering and the will,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which torture where they cannot kill;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the inexorable Heaven,<a id="FNanchor_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the deaf tyranny of Fate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ruling principle of Hate,<span class="linenum">20</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_50">[50]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which for its pleasure doth create<a id="FNanchor_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The things it may annihilate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Refused thee even the boon to die:<a id="FNanchor_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wretched gift Eternity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was thine—and thou hast borne it well.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All that the Thunderer wrung from thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was but the menace which flung back<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On him the torments of thy rack;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fate thou didst so well foresee,<a id="FNanchor_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But would not to appease him tell;<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in thy Silence was his Sentence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in his Soul a vain repentance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And evil dread so ill dissembled,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That in his hand the lightnings trembled.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,<a name="FNanchor_70" id="FNanchor_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">To render with thy precepts less<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sum of human wretchedness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And strengthen Man with his own mind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But baffled as thou wert from high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still in thy patient energy,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the endurance, and repulse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of thine impenetrable Spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A mighty lesson we inherit:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art a symbol and a sign<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Mortals of their fate and force;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like thee, Man is in part divine,<a name="FNanchor_71" id="FNanchor_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A troubled stream from a pure source;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Man in portions can foresee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His own funereal destiny;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wretchedness, and his resistance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his sad unallied existence:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which his Spirit may oppose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Itself—an equal to all woes—<a name="FNanchor_m" id="FNanchor_m"></a><a href="#Footnote_m" class="fnanchor">[m]</a><a name="FNanchor_72" id="FNanchor_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a firm will, and a deep sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which even in torture can descry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its own concentered recompense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Triumphant where it dares defy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And making Death a Victory.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br /> +<span class="i0">Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,<a id="FNanchor_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">To render with thy precepts less<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The sum of human wretchedness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And strengthen Man with his own mind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But baffled as thou wert from high,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still in thy patient energy,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the endurance, and repulse<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of thine impenetrable Spirit,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A mighty lesson we inherit:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_51">[51]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art a symbol and a sign<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To Mortals of their fate and force;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like thee, Man is in part divine,<a id="FNanchor_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A troubled stream from a pure source;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Man in portions can foresee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His own funereal destiny;<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His wretchedness, and his resistance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And his sad unallied existence:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To which his Spirit may oppose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Itself—an equal to all woes—<a id="FNanchor_m"></a><a href="#Footnote_m" class="fnanchor">[m]</a><a id="FNanchor_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And a firm will, and a deep sense,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which even in torture can descry<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Its own concentered recompense,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Triumphant where it dares defy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And making Death a Victory.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>Prisoner of Chillon</i>, etc., 1816.]</p> <h3> -A FRAGMENT.<a name="FNanchor_73" id="FNanchor_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a> +A FRAGMENT.<a id="FNanchor_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a> </h3> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Could</span> I remount the river of my years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the first fountain of our smiles and tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not trace again the stream of hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between their outworn banks of withered flowers,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But bid it flow as now—until it glides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the number of the nameless tides.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Could</span> I remount the river of my years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the first fountain of our smiles and tears,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not trace again the stream of hours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Between their outworn banks of withered flowers,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_52">[52]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But bid it flow as now—until it glides<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into the number of the nameless tides.<br ></span> </div> -<hr /> +<hr > <div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What is this Death?—a quiet of the heart?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole of that of which we are a part?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Life is but a vision—what I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all which lives alone is Life to me,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And being so—the absent are the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who haunt us from tranquillity, and spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dreary shroud around us, and invest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sad remembrancers our hours of rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The absent are the dead—for they are cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ne'er can be what once we did behold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they are changed, and cheerless,—or if yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The unforgotten do not all forget,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since thus divided—equal must it be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the deep barrier be of earth, or sea;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may be both—but one day end it must<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dark union of insensate dust.<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The under-earth inhabitants—are they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mingled millions decomposed to clay?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ashes of a thousand ages spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherever Man has trodden or shall tread?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or do they in their silent cities dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each in his incommunicative cell?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or have they their own language? and a sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of breathless being?—darkened and intense<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Midnight in her solitude?—Oh Earth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where are the past?—and wherefore had they birth?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead are thy inheritors—and we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But bubbles on thy surface; and the key<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy profundity is in the Grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ebon portal of thy peopled cave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where I would walk in spirit, and behold<a name="FNanchor_74" id="FNanchor_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our elements resolved to things untold,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fathom hidden wonders, and explore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The essence of great bosoms now no more.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br /> +<span class="i0">What is this Death?—a quiet of the heart?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The whole of that of which we are a part?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Life is but a vision—what I see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of all which lives alone is Life to me,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And being so—the absent are the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who haunt us from tranquillity, and spread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A dreary shroud around us, and invest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With sad remembrancers our hours of rest.<br ></span> +<span class="i3">The absent are the dead—for they are cold,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er can be what once we did behold;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they are changed, and cheerless,—or if yet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The unforgotten do not all forget,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since thus divided—equal must it be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If the deep barrier be of earth, or sea;<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It may be both—but one day end it must<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the dark union of insensate dust.<br ></span> +<span class="i3">The under-earth inhabitants—are they<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But mingled millions decomposed to clay?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ashes of a thousand ages spread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wherever Man has trodden or shall tread?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or do they in their silent cities dwell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each in his incommunicative cell?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or have they their own language? and a sense<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of breathless being?—darkened and intense<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Midnight in her solitude?—Oh Earth!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where are the past?—and wherefore had they birth?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dead are thy inheritors—and we<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But bubbles on thy surface; and the key<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of thy profundity is in the Grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ebon portal of thy peopled cave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where I would walk in spirit, and behold<a id="FNanchor_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our elements resolved to things untold,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_53">[53]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fathom hidden wonders, and explore<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The essence of great bosoms now no more.<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>Letters and Journals</i>, 1830, ii. 36.]</p> <h3> @@ -2740,222 +2695,222 @@ SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN. </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Rousseau</span>—Voltaire—our Gibbon—and De Staël—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leman!<a name="FNanchor_75" id="FNanchor_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> these names are worthy of thy shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy shore of names like these! wert thou no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their memory thy remembrance would recall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To them thy banks were lovely as to all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But they have made them lovelier, for the lore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of human hearts the ruin of a wall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where dwelt the wise and wondrous; but by <i>thee</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In sweetly gliding o'er thy crystal sea,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_76" id="FNanchor_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which of the Heirs of Immortality<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is proud, and makes the breath of Glory real!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Rousseau</span>—Voltaire—our Gibbon—and De Staël—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Leman!<a id="FNanchor_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> these names are worthy of thy shore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy shore of names like these! wert thou no more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their memory thy remembrance would recall:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To them thy banks were lovely as to all,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But they have made them lovelier, for the lore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of human hearts the ruin of a wall<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where dwelt the wise and wondrous; but by <i>thee</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In sweetly gliding o'er thy crystal sea,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_54">[54]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which of the Heirs of Immortality<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is proud, and makes the breath of Glory real!<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br /> +<p class="attrib">Diodati, <i>July</i>, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>Prisoner of Chillon</i>, etc., 1816.]</p> <h3> -STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.<a name="FNanchor_n" id="FNanchor_n"></a><a href="#Footnote_n" class="fnanchor">[n]</a> -<a name="FNanchor_77" id="FNanchor_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a> +STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.<a id="FNanchor_n"></a><a href="#Footnote_n" class="fnanchor">[n]</a> +<a id="FNanchor_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a> </h3> <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Though</span> the day of my Destiny's over,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the star of my Fate hath declined,<a name="FNanchor_o" id="FNanchor_o"></a><a href="#Footnote_o" class="fnanchor">[o]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy soft heart refused to discover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faults which so many could find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thy Soul with my grief was acquainted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It shrunk not to share it with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Love which my Spirit hath painted<a name="FNanchor_p" id="FNanchor_p"></a><a href="#Footnote_p" class="fnanchor">[p]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">It never hath found but in <i>Thee</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Though</span> the day of my Destiny's over,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the star of my Fate hath declined,<a id="FNanchor_o"></a><a href="#Footnote_o" class="fnanchor">[o]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy soft heart refused to discover<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The faults which so many could find;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though thy Soul with my grief was acquainted,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It shrunk not to share it with me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the Love which my Spirit hath painted<a id="FNanchor_p"></a><a href="#Footnote_p" class="fnanchor">[p]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">It never hath found but in <i>Thee</i>.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then when Nature around me is smiling,<a name="FNanchor_78" id="FNanchor_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The last smile which answers to mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do not believe it beguiling,<a name="FNanchor_q" id="FNanchor_q"></a><a href="#Footnote_q" class="fnanchor">[q]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because it reminds me of thine;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when winds are at war with the ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the breasts I believed in with me,<a name="FNanchor_r" id="FNanchor_r"></a><a href="#Footnote_r" class="fnanchor">[r]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If their billows excite an emotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It is that they bear me from <i>Thee.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then when Nature around me is smiling,<a id="FNanchor_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The last smile which answers to mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I do not believe it beguiling,<a id="FNanchor_q"></a><a href="#Footnote_q" class="fnanchor">[q]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because it reminds me of thine;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_55">[55]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when winds are at war with the ocean,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As the breasts I believed in with me,<a id="FNanchor_r"></a><a href="#Footnote_r" class="fnanchor">[r]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If their billows excite an emotion,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It is that they bear me from <i>Thee.</i><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though the rock of my last Hope is shivered,<a name="FNanchor_s" id="FNanchor_s"></a><a href="#Footnote_s" class="fnanchor">[s]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And its fragments are sunk in the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though I feel that my soul is delivered<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Pain—it shall not be its slave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is many a pang to pursue me:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They may crush, but they shall not contemn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They may torture, but shall not subdue me;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Tis of <i>Thee</i> that I think—not of them.<a name="FNanchor_t" id="FNanchor_t"></a><a href="#Footnote_t" class="fnanchor">[t]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though the rock of my last Hope is shivered,<a id="FNanchor_s"></a><a href="#Footnote_s" class="fnanchor">[s]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And its fragments are sunk in the wave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though I feel that my soul is delivered<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To Pain—it shall not be its slave.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is many a pang to pursue me:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They may crush, but they shall not contemn;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They may torture, but shall not subdue me;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis of <i>Thee</i> that I think—not of them.<a id="FNanchor_t"></a><a href="#Footnote_t" class="fnanchor">[t]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though human, thou didst not deceive me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though woman, thou didst not forsake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though slandered, thou never couldst shake;<a name="FNanchor_u" id="FNanchor_u"></a><a href="#Footnote_u" class="fnanchor">[u]</a><a name="FNanchor_79" id="FNanchor_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though parted, it was not to fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor, mute, that the world might belie.<a name="FNanchor_v" id="FNanchor_v"></a><a href="#Footnote_v" class="fnanchor">[v]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though human, thou didst not deceive me,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though woman, thou didst not forsake,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though slandered, thou never couldst shake;<a id="FNanchor_u"></a><a href="#Footnote_u" class="fnanchor">[u]</a><a id="FNanchor_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though parted, it was not to fly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nor, mute, that the world might belie.<a id="FNanchor_v"></a><a href="#Footnote_v" class="fnanchor">[v]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet I blame not the World, nor despise it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor the war of the many with one;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If my Soul was not fitted to prize it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Twas folly not sooner to shun:<a name="FNanchor_80" id="FNanchor_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if dearly that error hath cost me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And more than I once could foresee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have found that, whatever it lost me,<a name="FNanchor_w" id="FNanchor_w"></a><a href="#Footnote_w" class="fnanchor">[w]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">It could not deprive me of <i>Thee</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet I blame not the World, nor despise it,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nor the war of the many with one;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_56">[56]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If my Soul was not fitted to prize it,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Twas folly not sooner to shun:<a id="FNanchor_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if dearly that error hath cost me,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And more than I once could foresee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have found that, whatever it lost me,<a id="FNanchor_w"></a><a href="#Footnote_w" class="fnanchor">[w]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">It could not deprive me of <i>Thee</i>.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the wreck of the past, which hath perished,<a name="FNanchor_x" id="FNanchor_x"></a><a href="#Footnote_x" class="fnanchor">[x]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus much I at least may recall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It hath taught me that what I most cherished<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deserved to be dearest of all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Desert a fountain is springing,<a name="FNanchor_y" id="FNanchor_y"></a><a href="#Footnote_y" class="fnanchor">[y]</a><a name="FNanchor_81" id="FNanchor_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the wide waste there still is a tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a bird in the solitude singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which speaks to my spirit of <i>Thee</i>.<a name="FNanchor_82" id="FNanchor_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the wreck of the past, which hath perished,<a id="FNanchor_x"></a><a href="#Footnote_x" class="fnanchor">[x]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thus much I at least may recall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It hath taught me that what I most cherished<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Deserved to be dearest of all:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the Desert a fountain is springing,<a id="FNanchor_y"></a><a href="#Footnote_y" class="fnanchor">[y]</a><a id="FNanchor_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">In the wide waste there still is a tree,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And a bird in the solitude singing,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which speaks to my spirit of <i>Thee</i>.<a id="FNanchor_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>July</i> 24, 1816.<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>July</i> 24, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>Prisoner of Chillon</i>, etc., 1816.]</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> <h3> -EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA.<a name="FNanchor_83" id="FNanchor_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a> +EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA.<a id="FNanchor_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a> </h3> <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">My</span> Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dearer and purer were, it should be thine.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Go where I will, to me thou art the same—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A loved regret which I would not resign.<a name="FNanchor_z" id="FNanchor_z"></a><a href="#Footnote_z" class="fnanchor">[z]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">There yet are two things in my destiny,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A world to roam through, and a home with thee.<a name="FNanchor_84" id="FNanchor_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">My</span> Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Dearer and purer were, it should be thine.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Go where I will, to me thou art the same—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A loved regret which I would not resign.<a id="FNanchor_z"></a><a href="#Footnote_z" class="fnanchor">[z]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">There yet are two things in my destiny,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A world to roam through, and a home with thee.<a id="FNanchor_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The first were nothing—had I still the last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It were the haven of my happiness;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But other claims and other ties thou hast,<a name="FNanchor_aa" id="FNanchor_aa"></a><a href="#Footnote_aa" class="fnanchor">[aa]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mine is not the wish to make them less.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A strange doom is thy father's son's, and past<a name="FNanchor_ab" id="FNanchor_ab"></a><a href="#Footnote_ab" class="fnanchor">[ab]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Recalling, as it lies beyond redress;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Reversed for him our grandsire's<a name="FNanchor_85" id="FNanchor_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a> fate of yore,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The first were nothing—had I still the last,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It were the haven of my happiness;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But other claims and other ties thou hast,<a id="FNanchor_aa"></a><a href="#Footnote_aa" class="fnanchor">[aa]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And mine is not the wish to make them less.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A strange doom is thy father's son's, and past<a id="FNanchor_ab"></a><a href="#Footnote_ab" class="fnanchor">[ab]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Recalling, as it lies beyond redress;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Reversed for him our grandsire's<a id="FNanchor_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a> fate of yore,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p><h4>III.</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p><h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">If my inheritance of storms hath been<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In other elements, and on the rocks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of perils, overlooked or unforeseen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have sustained my share of worldly shocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fault was mine; nor do I seek to screen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My errors with defensive paradox;<a name="FNanchor_ac" id="FNanchor_ac"></a><a href="#Footnote_ac" class="fnanchor">[ac]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have been cunning in mine overthrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The careful pilot of my proper woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If my inheritance of storms hath been<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In other elements, and on the rocks<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of perils, overlooked or unforeseen,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I have sustained my share of worldly shocks,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The fault was mine; nor do I seek to screen<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My errors with defensive paradox;<a id="FNanchor_ac"></a><a href="#Footnote_ac" class="fnanchor">[ac]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I have been cunning in mine overthrow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The careful pilot of my proper woe.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Mine were my faults, and mine be their reward.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My whole life was a contest, since the day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That gave me being, gave me that which marred<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gift,—a fate, or will, that walked astray;<a name="FNanchor_86" id="FNanchor_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I at times have found the struggle hard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But now I fain would for a time survive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If but to see what next can well arrive.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mine were my faults, and mine be their reward.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My whole life was a contest, since the day<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That gave me being, gave me that which marred<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The gift,—a fate, or will, that walked astray;<a id="FNanchor_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I at times have found the struggle hard,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But now I fain would for a time survive,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If but to see what next can well arrive.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Kingdoms and Empires in my little day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have outlived, and yet I am not old;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when I look on this, the petty spray<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my own years of trouble, which have rolled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a wild bay of breakers, melts away:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Something—I know not what—does still uphold<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A spirit of slight patience;—not in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even for its own sake, do we purchase Pain.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Kingdoms and Empires in my little day<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I have outlived, and yet I am not old;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And when I look on this, the petty spray<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of my own years of trouble, which have rolled<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like a wild bay of breakers, melts away:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Something—I know not what—does still uphold<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_59">[59]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A spirit of slight patience;—not in vain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even for its own sake, do we purchase Pain.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Perhaps the workings of defiance stir<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within me—or, perhaps, a cold despair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Brought on when ills habitually recur,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(For even to this may change of soul refer,<a name="FNanchor_ad" id="FNanchor_ad"></a><a href="#Footnote_ad" class="fnanchor">[ad]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with light armour we may learn to bear,)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have taught me a strange quiet, which was not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chief companion of a calmer lot.<a name="FNanchor_ae" id="FNanchor_ae"></a><a href="#Footnote_ae" class="fnanchor">[ae]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps the workings of defiance stir<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Within me—or, perhaps, a cold despair<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Brought on when ills habitually recur,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(For even to this may change of soul refer,<a id="FNanchor_ad"></a><a href="#Footnote_ad" class="fnanchor">[ad]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And with light armour we may learn to bear,)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Have taught me a strange quiet, which was not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The chief companion of a calmer lot.<a id="FNanchor_ae"></a><a href="#Footnote_ae" class="fnanchor">[ae]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I feel almost at times as I have felt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In happy childhood; trees, and flowers, and brooks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which do remember me of where I dwelt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books,<a name="FNanchor_af" id="FNanchor_af"></a><a href="#Footnote_af" class="fnanchor">[af]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Come as of yore upon me, and can melt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart with recognition of their looks;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And even at moments I could think I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some living thing to love—but none like thee.<a name="FNanchor_ag" id="FNanchor_ag"></a><a href="#Footnote_ag" class="fnanchor">[ag]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I feel almost at times as I have felt<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In happy childhood; trees, and flowers, and brooks,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which do remember me of where I dwelt,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books,<a id="FNanchor_af"></a><a href="#Footnote_af" class="fnanchor">[af]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Come as of yore upon me, and can melt<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My heart with recognition of their looks;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And even at moments I could think I see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some living thing to love—but none like thee.<a id="FNanchor_ag"></a><a href="#Footnote_ag" class="fnanchor">[ag]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Here are the Alpine landscapes which create<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A fund for contemplation;—to admire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is a brief feeling of a trivial date;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But something worthier do such scenes inspire:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Here to be lonely is not desolate,<a name="FNanchor_87" id="FNanchor_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">For much I view which I could most desire,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, above all, a Lake I can behold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lovelier, not dearer, than our own of old.<a name="FNanchor_88" id="FNanchor_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here are the Alpine landscapes which create<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A fund for contemplation;—to admire<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is a brief feeling of a trivial date;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But something worthier do such scenes inspire:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Here to be lonely is not desolate,<a id="FNanchor_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">For much I view which I could most desire,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_60">[60]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, above all, a Lake I can behold<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lovelier, not dearer, than our own of old.<a id="FNanchor_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a><br ></span> </div></div> @@ -2963,279 +2918,279 @@ EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA.<a name="FNanchor_83" id="FNanchor_83"></a><a href="#Footnote <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Oh that thou wert but with me!—but I grow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fool of my own wishes, and forget<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The solitude which I have vaunted so<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has lost its praise in this but one regret;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There may be others which I less may show;—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am not of the plaintive mood, and yet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I feel an ebb in my philosophy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tide rising in my altered eye.<a name="FNanchor_ah" id="FNanchor_ah"></a><a href="#Footnote_ah" class="fnanchor">[ah]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh that thou wert but with me!—but I grow<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The fool of my own wishes, and forget<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The solitude which I have vaunted so<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Has lost its praise in this but one regret;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There may be others which I less may show;—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I am not of the plaintive mood, and yet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I feel an ebb in my philosophy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the tide rising in my altered eye.<a id="FNanchor_ah"></a><a href="#Footnote_ah" class="fnanchor">[ah]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>X.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I did remind thee of our own dear Lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the old Hall which may be mine no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Leman's</i> is fair; but think not I forsake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sad havoc Time must with my memory make,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though, like all things which I have loved, they are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resigned for ever, or divided far.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I did remind thee of our own dear Lake,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By the old Hall which may be mine no more.<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Leman's</i> is fair; but think not I forsake<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sad havoc Time must with my memory make,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though, like all things which I have loved, they are<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Resigned for ever, or divided far.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The world is all before me; I but ask<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Nature that with which she will comply—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It is but in her Summer's sun to bask,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To mingle with the quiet of her sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see her gentle face without a mask,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never gaze on it with apathy.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She was my early friend, and now shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sister—till I look again on thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The world is all before me; I but ask<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Nature that with which she will comply—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It is but in her Summer's sun to bask,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To mingle with the quiet of her sky,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To see her gentle face without a mask,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And never gaze on it with apathy.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">She was my early friend, and now shall be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My sister—till I look again on thee.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I can reduce all feelings but this one;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that I would not;—for at length I see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such scenes as those wherein my life begun—<a name="FNanchor_89" id="FNanchor_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The earliest—even the only paths for me—<a name="FNanchor_ai" id="FNanchor_ai"></a><a href="#Footnote_ai" class="fnanchor">[ai]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I had been better than I now can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Passions which have torn me would have slept;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I</i> had not suffered, and <i>thou</i> hadst not wept.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can reduce all feelings but this one;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that I would not;—for at length I see<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_61">[61]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such scenes as those wherein my life begun—<a id="FNanchor_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The earliest—even the only paths for me—<a id="FNanchor_ai"></a><a href="#Footnote_ai" class="fnanchor">[ai]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I had been better than I now can be;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Passions which have torn me would have slept;<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I</i> had not suffered, and <i>thou</i> hadst not wept.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">With false Ambition what had I to do?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Little with Love, and least of all with Fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet they came unsought, and with me grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And made me all which they can make—a Name.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet this was not the end I did pursue;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Surely I once beheld a nobler aim.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But all is over—I am one the more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To baffled millions which have gone before.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With false Ambition what had I to do?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Little with Love, and least of all with Fame;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And yet they came unsought, and with me grew,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And made me all which they can make—a Name.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yet this was not the end I did pursue;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Surely I once beheld a nobler aim.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But all is over—I am one the more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To baffled millions which have gone before.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And for the future, this world's future may<a name="FNanchor_aj" id="FNanchor_aj"></a><a href="#Footnote_aj" class="fnanchor">[aj]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">From me demand but little of my care;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have outlived myself by many a day;<a name="FNanchor_ak" id="FNanchor_ak"></a><a href="#Footnote_ak" class="fnanchor">[ak]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Having survived so many things that were;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My years have been no slumber, but the prey<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of ceaseless vigils; for I had the share<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of life which might have filled a century,<a name="FNanchor_90" id="FNanchor_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before its fourth in time had passed me by.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And for the future, this world's future may<a id="FNanchor_aj"></a><a href="#Footnote_aj" class="fnanchor">[aj]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">From me demand but little of my care;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I have outlived myself by many a day;<a id="FNanchor_ak"></a><a href="#Footnote_ak" class="fnanchor">[ak]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Having survived so many things that were;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My years have been no slumber, but the prey<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of ceaseless vigils; for I had the share<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_62">[62]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of life which might have filled a century,<a id="FNanchor_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before its fourth in time had passed me by.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And for the remnant which may be to come<a name="FNanchor_al" id="FNanchor_al"></a><a href="#Footnote_al" class="fnanchor">[al]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am content; and for the past I feel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not thankless,—for within the crowded sum<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of struggles, Happiness at times would steal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And for the present, I would not benumb<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My feelings farther.—Nor shall I conceal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That with all this I still can look around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And worship Nature with a thought profound.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And for the remnant which may be to come<a id="FNanchor_al"></a><a href="#Footnote_al" class="fnanchor">[al]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I am content; and for the past I feel<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Not thankless,—for within the crowded sum<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of struggles, Happiness at times would steal,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And for the present, I would not benumb<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My feelings farther.—Nor shall I conceal<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That with all this I still can look around,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And worship Nature with a thought profound.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know myself secure, as thou in mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We were and are—I am, even as thou art—<a name="FNanchor_am" id="FNanchor_am"></a><a href="#Footnote_am" class="fnanchor">[am]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beings who ne'er each other can resign;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It is the same, together or apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Life's commencement to its slow decline<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We are entwined—let Death come slow or fast,<a name="FNanchor_an" id="FNanchor_an"></a><a href="#Footnote_an" class="fnanchor">[an]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tie which bound the first endures the last!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy heart<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I know myself secure, as thou in mine;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">We were and are—I am, even as thou art—<a id="FNanchor_am"></a><a href="#Footnote_am" class="fnanchor">[am]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beings who ne'er each other can resign;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It is the same, together or apart,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From Life's commencement to its slow decline<br ></span> +<span class="i2">We are entwined—let Death come slow or fast,<a id="FNanchor_an"></a><a href="#Footnote_an" class="fnanchor">[an]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tie which bound the first endures the last!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[First published, <i>Letters and Journals,</i> 1830, ii. 38-41.]</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> <h3> -LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL.<a name="FNanchor_91" id="FNanchor_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> +LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL.<a id="FNanchor_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">And</span> thou wert sad—yet I was not with thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought that Joy and Health alone could be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where I was <i>not</i>—and pain and sorrow here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is it thus?—it is as I foretold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shall be more so; for the mind recoils<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon itself, and the wrecked heart lies cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While Heaviness collects the shattered spoils.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not in the storm nor in the strife<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We feel benumbed, and wish to be no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But in the after-silence on the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all is lost, except a little life.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am too well avenged!—but 'twas my right;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whate'er my sins might be, <i>thou</i> wert not sent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be the Nemesis who should requite—<a name="FNanchor_92" id="FNanchor_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor did Heaven choose so near an instrument.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mercy is for the merciful!—if thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast been of such, 'twill be accorded now.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy nights are banished from the realms of sleep:—<a name="FNanchor_93" id="FNanchor_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yes! they may flatter thee, but thou shall feel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A hollow agony which will not heal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thou art pillowed on a curse too deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast sown in my sorrow, and must reap<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bitter harvest in a woe as real!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have had many foes, but none like thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And be avenged, or turn them into friend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou in safe implacability<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hadst nought to dread—in thy own weakness shielded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in my love, which hath but too much yielded,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And spared, for thy sake, some I should not spare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus upon the world—trust in thy truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wild fame of my ungoverned youth—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On things that were not, and on things that are—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even upon such a basis hast thou built<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A monument, whose cement hath been guilt!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The moral Clytemnestra of thy lord,<a name="FNanchor_94" id="FNanchor_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hewed down, with an unsuspected sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fame, peace, and hope—and all the better life<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which, but for this cold treason of thy heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might still have risen from out the grave of strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And found a nobler duty than to part.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of thy virtues didst thou make a vice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Trafficking with them in a purpose cold,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">For present anger, and for future gold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And buying others' grief at any price.<a name="FNanchor_95" id="FNanchor_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus once entered into crooked ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The early truth, which was thy proper praise,<a name="FNanchor_96" id="FNanchor_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not still walk beside thee—but at times,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a breast unknowing its own crimes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceit, averments incompatible,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Equivocations, and the thoughts which dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Janus-spirits—the significant eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which learns to lie with silence—the pretext<a name="FNanchor_97" id="FNanchor_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of prudence, with advantages annexed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The acquiescence in all things which tend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No matter how, to the desired end—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All found a place in thy philosophy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The means were worthy, and the end is won—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not do by thee as thou hast done!<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib"><i>September, 1816.</i><br /> -[First published, <i>New Monthly Magazine</i>,<br /> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">And</span> thou wert sad—yet I was not with thee;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methought that Joy and Health alone could be<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where I was <i>not</i>—and pain and sorrow here!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And is it thus?—it is as I foretold,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And shall be more so; for the mind recoils<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon itself, and the wrecked heart lies cold,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">While Heaviness collects the shattered spoils.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is not in the storm nor in the strife<br ></span> +<span class="i2">We feel benumbed, and wish to be no more,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But in the after-silence on the shore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When all is lost, except a little life.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am too well avenged!—but 'twas my right;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whate'er my sins might be, <i>thou</i> wert not sent<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be the Nemesis who should requite—<a id="FNanchor_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nor did Heaven choose so near an instrument.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_64">[64]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mercy is for the merciful!—if thou<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hast been of such, 'twill be accorded now.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy nights are banished from the realms of sleep:—<a id="FNanchor_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yes! they may flatter thee, but thou shall feel<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A hollow agony which will not heal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For thou art pillowed on a curse too deep;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast sown in my sorrow, and must reap<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The bitter harvest in a woe as real!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have had many foes, but none like thee;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And be avenged, or turn them into friend;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But thou in safe implacability<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hadst nought to dread—in thy own weakness shielded,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in my love, which hath but too much yielded,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And spared, for thy sake, some I should not spare;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus upon the world—trust in thy truth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the wild fame of my ungoverned youth—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">On things that were not, and on things that are—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even upon such a basis hast thou built<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A monument, whose cement hath been guilt!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The moral Clytemnestra of thy lord,<a id="FNanchor_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And hewed down, with an unsuspected sword,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fame, peace, and hope—and all the better life<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which, but for this cold treason of thy heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might still have risen from out the grave of strife,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And found a nobler duty than to part.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But of thy virtues didst thou make a vice,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Trafficking with them in a purpose cold,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_65">[65]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">For present anger, and for future gold—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And buying others' grief at any price.<a id="FNanchor_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus once entered into crooked ways,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The early truth, which was thy proper praise,<a id="FNanchor_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Did not still walk beside thee—but at times,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And with a breast unknowing its own crimes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deceit, averments incompatible,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Equivocations, and the thoughts which dwell<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In Janus-spirits—the significant eye<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which learns to lie with silence—the pretext<a id="FNanchor_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of prudence, with advantages annexed—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The acquiescence in all things which tend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No matter how, to the desired end—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All found a place in thy philosophy.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The means were worthy, and the end is won—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not do by thee as thou hast done!<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib"><i>September, 1816.</i><br > +[First published, <i>New Monthly Magazine</i>,<br > August, 1832, vol. xxxv. pp. 142, 143.]</p> <div class="footnotes"> <h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_35" id="Footnote_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <a id="Note_33"></a>{33}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <a id="Note_33"></a>{33}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Come, blessed barrier between day and day."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come, blessed barrier between day and day."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">"Sonnet to Sleep," <i>Works</i> of W. Wordsworth, 1889, p. 354.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_36" id="Footnote_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12">"...the night's dismay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saddened and stunned the coming day."<br /></span> +<span class="i12">"...the night's dismay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saddened and stunned the coming day."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Pains of Sleep</i>, lines 33, 34, by S. T. Coleridge, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1893, p. 170.] </p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_37" id="Footnote_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <a id="Note_34"></a>{34} [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza vi. lines +<p><a id="Footnote_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <a id="Note_34"></a>{34} [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza vi. lines 1-4, note, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 219.] </p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_38" id="Footnote_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"With us acts are exempt from time, and we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can crowd eternity into an hour."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"With us acts are exempt from time, and we<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can crowd eternity into an hour."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Cain</i>, act i. sc. 1] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_i" id="Footnote_i"></a><a href="#FNanchor_i"><span class="label">[i]</span></a> <a id="Note_35"></a>{35} +<p><a id="Footnote_i"></a><a href="#FNanchor_i"><span class="label">[i]</span></a> <a id="Note_35"></a>{35} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">——<i>she was his sight,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For never did he turn his glance until</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Her own had led by gazing on an object.</i>—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i1">——<i>she was his sight,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>For never did he turn his glance until</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her own had led by gazing on an object.</i>—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_39" id="Footnote_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Thou art my life, my love, my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The very eyes of me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou art my life, my love, my heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The very eyes of me."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>To Anthea, etc.</i>, by Robert Herrick.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_40" id="Footnote_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">"...the river of your love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must in the ocean of your affection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me, be swallowed up."<br /></span> +<span class="i6">"...the river of your love,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must in the ocean of your affection<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To me, be swallowed up."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Massinger's <i>Unnatural Combat</i>, act iii. sc. 4.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_41" id="Footnote_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The hot blood ebbed and flowed again."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The hot blood ebbed and flowed again."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Parisina</i>, line 226, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 515.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_42" id="Footnote_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> ["Annesley Lordship is owned by Miss Chaworth, a minor +<p><a id="Footnote_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> ["Annesley Lordship is owned by Miss Chaworth, a minor heiress of the Chaworth family."—Throsby's <i>Thoroton's History of Nottinghamshire</i>, 1797, ii. 270.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_43" id="Footnote_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> ["Moore, commenting on this (<i>Life</i>, p. 28), tells us that +<p><a id="Footnote_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> ["Moore, commenting on this (<i>Life</i>, p. 28), tells us that the image of the lover's steed was suggested by the Nottingham race-ground ... nine miles off, and ... lying in a hollow, and totally hidden from view.... Mary Chaworth, in fact, was looking for her lover's steed along the road as it winds up the common from Hucknall."-"A Byronian Ramble," <i>Athenæum</i>, No. 357, August 30, 1834.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_44" id="Footnote_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <a id="Note_36"></a>{36}[Moore (<i>Life</i>, p. 28) regards "the antique oratory," +<p><a id="Footnote_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <a id="Note_36"></a>{36}[Moore (<i>Life</i>, p. 28) regards "the antique oratory," as a poetical equivalent for Annesley Hall; but <i>vide ante</i>, the Introduction to <i>The Dream</i>, <a href="#Page_31">p. 31</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_45" id="Footnote_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Love by the object loved is soon discerned."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Love by the object loved is soon discerned."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Story of Rimini</i>, by Leigh Hunt, Canto III. ed. 1844, p. 22. </p><p> @@ -3243,7 +3198,7 @@ The line does not occur in the first edition, published early in 1816, or, presumably, in the MS. read by Byron in the preceding year. (See Letter to Murray, November 4, 1815.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_46" id="Footnote_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <a id="Note_37"></a>{37}[Byron once again revisited Annesley Hall in the autumn +<p><a id="Footnote_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <a id="Note_37"></a>{37}[Byron once again revisited Annesley Hall in the autumn of 1808 (see his lines, "Well, thou art happy," and "To a Lady," etc., <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 277, 282, note 1); but it is possible that he avoided the "massy gate" ("arched over and surmounted by a clock and @@ -3252,39 +3207,39 @@ lightly or gladly have taken a liberty with the actual prosaic facts in a matter which so nearly concerned his personal emotions (<i>vide ante</i>, the Introduction to <i>The Dream</i>, <a href="#Page_31">p. 31</a>).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_47" id="Footnote_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> ["This is true <i>keeping</i>—an Eastern picture perfect in +<p><a id="Footnote_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> ["This is true <i>keeping</i>—an Eastern picture perfect in its foreground, and distance, and sky, and no part of which is so dwelt upon or laboured as to obscure the principal figure."—Sir Walter Scott, <i>Quarterly Review</i>, No. xxxi. "Byron's Dream" is the subject of a well-known picture by Sir Charles Eastlake.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_48" id="Footnote_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <a id="Note_38"></a>{38}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <a id="Note_38"></a>{38}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Then Cythna turned to me and from her eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which swam with unshed tears," etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then Cythna turned to me and from her eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which swam with unshed tears," etc.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">Shelley's <i>Revolt of Islam</i> ("Laon and Cythna"),<br /> +<p class="attrib">Shelley's <i>Revolt of Islam</i> ("Laon and Cythna"),<br > Canto XII. stanza xxii. lines 2, 3, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1829, p. 48.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_49" id="Footnote_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> [An old servant of the Chaworth family, Mary Marsden, told +<p><a id="Footnote_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> [An old servant of the Chaworth family, Mary Marsden, told Washington Irving (<i>Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey</i>, 1835, p. 204) that Byron used to call Mary Chaworth "his bright morning star of Annesley." Compare the well-known lines— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"She was a form of Life and Light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, seen, became a part of sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rose, where'er I turned mine eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Morning-star of Memory!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She was a form of Life and Light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That, seen, became a part of sight;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And rose, where'er I turned mine eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Morning-star of Memory!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Giaour</i>, lines 1127-1130, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 136, 137.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_50" id="Footnote_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> ["This touching picture agrees closely, in many of its +<p><a id="Footnote_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> ["This touching picture agrees closely, in many of its circumstances, with Lord Byron's own prose account of the wedding in his Memoranda; in which he describes himself as waking, on the morning of his marriage, with the most melancholy reflections, on seeing his @@ -3307,32 +3262,32 @@ not have forgotten by July, 1816, circumstances of great import which had taken place in December, 1815: and he's either lying of malice prepense or telling "an ower true tale."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_j" id="Footnote_j"></a><a href="#FNanchor_j"><span class="label">[j]</span></a> <a id="Note_40"></a>{40} +<p><a id="Footnote_j"></a><a href="#FNanchor_j"><span class="label">[j]</span></a> <a id="Note_40"></a>{40} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">——<i>the glance</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of melancholy is a fearful gift;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For it becomes the telescope of truth,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And shows us all things naked as they are</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">——<i>the glance</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Of melancholy is a fearful gift;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>For it becomes the telescope of truth,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And shows us all things naked as they are</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_51" id="Footnote_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Who loves, raves—'tis youth's frenzy—but the cure<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is bitterer still, as charm by charm unwinds<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which robed our idols, and we see too sure<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Nor Worth nor Beauty dwells from out the mind's<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ideal shape of such."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Who loves, raves—'tis youth's frenzy—but the cure<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Is bitterer still, as charm by charm unwinds<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Which robed our idols, and we see too sure<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Nor Worth nor Beauty dwells from out the mind's<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Ideal shape of such."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cxxiii. lines 1-5,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cxxiii. lines 1-5,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 420.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_52" id="Footnote_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> Mithridates of Pontus. [Mithridates, King of Pontus (B.C. +<p><a id="Footnote_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> Mithridates of Pontus. [Mithridates, King of Pontus (B.C. 120-63), surnamed Eupator, succeeded to the throne when he was only eleven years of age. He is said to have safeguarded himself against the designs of his enemies by drugging himself with antidotes against @@ -3345,39 +3300,39 @@ same illustration in speaking of Polidori's death (April, 1821), which was probably occasioned by "poison administered to himself" (see <i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 285).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_53" id="Footnote_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <a id="Note_41"></a>{41}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <a id="Note_41"></a>{41}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza xiii. line 1. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i16">"...and to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High mountains are a feeling."<br /></span> +<span class="i16">"...and to me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">High mountains are a feeling."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ibid.</i>, stanza lxxii. lines 2,3, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 223, 261.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_54" id="Footnote_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Ye Spirits of the unbounded Universe!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye Spirits of the unbounded Universe!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Manfred</i>, act i. sc. 1, line 29, <i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_86">p. 86</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_55" id="Footnote_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55"> +<p><a id="Footnote_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55"> <span class="label">[55]</span></a> [Compare <i>Manfred</i>, act ii. sc. 2, lines 79-91; and <i>ibid.</i>, act iii. sc. 1, lines 34-39; and sc. 4, lines 112-117, <i>vide post</i>, pp. <a href="#Page_105">105</a>, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_k" id="Footnote_k"></a><a href="#FNanchor_k"><span class="label">[k]</span></a> <a id="Note_42"></a>{42} In the original MS. <i>A Dream</i>.</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_k"></a><a href="#FNanchor_k"><span class="label">[k]</span></a> <a id="Note_42"></a>{42} In the original MS. <i>A Dream</i>.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_56" id="Footnote_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> [Sir Walter Scott (<i>Quarterly Review</i>, October, 1816, vol. +<p><a id="Footnote_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> [Sir Walter Scott (<i>Quarterly Review</i>, October, 1816, vol. xvi. p. 204) did not take kindly to <i>Darkness</i>. He regarded the "framing of such phantasms" as "a dangerous employment for the exalted and teeming imagination of such a poet as Lord Byron. The waste of boundless @@ -3395,13 +3350,13 @@ possible that he had in his mind the following lines (384-390) from (see Coleridge's note) in the "red-eyed Fiend:"— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For who of woman born may paint the hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making the noon ghastly! Who of woman born<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May image in the workings of his thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretched<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In feverous slumbers?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For who of woman born may paint the hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wane,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Making the noon ghastly! Who of woman born<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May image in the workings of his thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretched<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In feverous slumbers?"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Poetical Works</i>, 1893, p. 60. </p><p> @@ -3439,8 +3394,8 @@ The duty of acknowledging such debts is, indeed, "a duty of imperfect obligation." The well-known lines in Tennyson's <i>Locksley Hall</i>— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p> is surely an echo of an earlier prophecy from the pen of the author of @@ -3453,23 +3408,23 @@ honourable to the purloiner. See, too, the story of the battle between the Vulture-cavalry and the Sky-gnats, in Lucian's <i>Veræ Historiæ</i>, i. 16.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_57" id="Footnote_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> <a id="Note_44"></a>{44} +<p><a id="Footnote_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> <a id="Note_44"></a>{44} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">["If thou speak'st false,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till famine cling thee."<br /></span> +<span class="i8">["If thou speak'st false,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till famine cling thee."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Macbeth</i>, act V. sc. 5, lines 38-40. </p><p> Fruit is said to be "clung" when the skin shrivels, and a corpse when the face becomes wasted and gaunt.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_58" id="Footnote_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> <a id="Note_45"></a>{45}[So, too, Vathek and Nouronihar, in the Hall of Eblis, +<p><a id="Footnote_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> <a id="Note_45"></a>{45}[So, too, Vathek and Nouronihar, in the Hall of Eblis, waited "in direful suspense the moment which should render them to each other ... objects of terror."—<i>Vathek</i>, by W. Beckford, 1887, p. 185.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_59" id="Footnote_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> [Charles Churchill was born in February, 1731, and died at +<p><a id="Footnote_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> [Charles Churchill was born in February, 1731, and died at Boulogne, November 4, 1764. The body was brought to Dover and buried in the churchyard attached to the demolished church of St. Martin-le-Grand ("a small deserted cemetery in an obscure lane behind [i.e. above] the @@ -3479,9 +3434,9 @@ wall of St. Mary's Church, and the present headstone in the graveyard (it was a "plain headstone" in 1816) bears the following inscription:— </p> <p style="text-align:center"> - "1764.<br /> - Here lie the remains of the celebrated<br /> - C. <span class="smcap">Churchill</span>.<br /> + "1764.<br > + Here lie the remains of the celebrated<br > + C. <span class="smcap">Churchill</span>.<br > 'Life to the last enjoy'd, here Churchill lies.'" </p><p> Churchill had been one of Byron's earlier models, and the following @@ -3489,16 +3444,16 @@ lines from <i>The Candidate</i>, which suggested the epitaph (lines 145-154), were, doubtless, familiar to him:— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Let one poor sprig of Bay around my head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bloom whilst I live, and point me out when dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it (may Heav'n indulgent grant that prayer)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be planted on my grave, nor wither there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when, on travel bound, some rhyming guest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roams through the churchyard, whilst his dinner's drest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it hold up this comment to his eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life to the last enjoy'd, <i>here</i> Churchill lies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst (O, what joy that pleasing flatt'ry gives)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reading my Works he cries—<i>here</i> Churchill lives."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Let one poor sprig of Bay around my head<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bloom whilst I live, and point me out when dead;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let it (may Heav'n indulgent grant that prayer)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be planted on my grave, nor wither there;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when, on travel bound, some rhyming guest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Roams through the churchyard, whilst his dinner's drest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let it hold up this comment to his eyes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Life to the last enjoy'd, <i>here</i> Churchill lies;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst (O, what joy that pleasing flatt'ry gives)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reading my Works he cries—<i>here</i> Churchill lives."<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Byron spent Sunday, April 25, 1816, at Dover. He was to sail that night @@ -3526,7 +3481,7 @@ suggested to his imagination that further parallel which Scott deprecated, and deprecated in vain, "death in the flower of his age, and in a foreign land."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_60" id="Footnote_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> <a id="Note_46"></a>{46}[On the sheet containing the original draft of these +<p><a id="Footnote_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> <a id="Note_46"></a>{46}[On the sheet containing the original draft of these lines Lord Byron has written, "The following poem (as most that I have endeavoured to write) is founded on a fact; and this detail is an attempt at a serious imitation of the style of a great poet—its @@ -3543,11 +3498,11 @@ poet's own language, 'in an almost colloquial plainness of language,' and an air of quaint and original expression assumed, to render the sentiment at once impressive and <i>piquant</i>."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_61" id="Footnote_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> <a id="Note_47"></a>{47}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> <a id="Note_47"></a>{47}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The under-earth inhabitants—are they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mingled millions decomposed to clay?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The under-earth inhabitants—are they<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But mingled millions decomposed to clay?"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>A Fragment</i>, lines 23, 24, <i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_52">p. 52</a>. </p><p> @@ -3562,31 +3517,31 @@ turnpike-road through the unpaved stars' (<i>Don Juan</i>, Canto X. stanza ii. line 4), would fail to assign its proper personality to any given lump of clay."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_62" id="Footnote_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62"> +<p><a id="Footnote_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62"> <span class="label">[62]</span></a> <a id="Note_48"></a>{48}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i9">"But here [i.e. in 'the realm of death'] all is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So shadowy and so full of twilight, that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It speaks of a day past."<br /></span> +<span class="i9">"But here [i.e. in 'the realm of death'] all is<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So shadowy and so full of twilight, that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It speaks of a day past."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Cain</i>, act ii. sc. 2.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_63" id="Footnote_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63"> +<p><a id="Footnote_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63"> <span class="label">[63]</span></a> ["Selected," that is, by "frequent travellers" (<i>vide supra</i>, <a href="#Page_47">line 12</a>).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_l" id="Footnote_l"></a><a href="#FNanchor_l"><span class="label">[l]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_l"></a><a href="#FNanchor_l"><span class="label">[l]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">——<i>then most pleased, I shook</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>My inmost pocket's most retired nook,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And out fell five and sixpence</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i5">——<i>then most pleased, I shook</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>My inmost pocket's most retired nook,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And out fell five and sixpence</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_64" id="Footnote_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64"> +<p><a id="Footnote_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64"> <span class="label">[64]</span></a> [Byron was a lover and worshipper of Prometheus as a boy. His first English exercise at Harrow was a paraphrase of a chorus of the <i>Prometheus Vinctus</i> of Æschylus, line 528, <i>sq.</i> (see <i>Poetical Works</i>, @@ -3602,13 +3557,13 @@ xvi. of the <i>Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte</i> (<i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 312, var. ii.); <i>The Prophecy of Dante</i>, iv. 10, seq.; the <i>Irish Avatar</i>, stanza xii. line 2, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_65" id="Footnote_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65"> +<p><a id="Footnote_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65"> <span class="label">[65]</span></a> <a id="Note_49"></a>{49}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="Toiau~t' e)pôy/rou tou~ philanthrô/pou tro/pou" ->Τοιαῦτ' ἐπηύρου τοῦ φιλανθρώπου τρόπου<br /></span> +>Τοιαῦτ' ἐπηύρου τοῦ φιλανθρώπου τρόπου<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>P. V.</i>, line 28. </p><p> @@ -3616,19 +3571,19 @@ Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="Thnêto\us d' e)n oi)/.ktô| prothe/menos, tou/tou tychei~n" ->Θνητὸυς δ' ἐν οἴ.κtῳ προθέμενος, τούτου τυχεῖν<br /></span> +>Θνητὸυς δ' ἐν οἴ.κtῳ προθέμενος, τούτου τυχεῖν<br ></span> <span class="i0" title="Ou)k ê)xiô/thên au)to\s" ->Οὐκ ἠξιώθην αὐτὸς<br /></span> +>Οὐκ ἠξιώθην αὐτὸς<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ibid., lines 241, 242.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_66" id="Footnote_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="Dio\s ga\r dysparai/têtoi phre/nes." ->Διὸς γὰρ δυσπαραίτητοι φρένες.<br /></span> +>Διὸς γὰρ δυσπαραίτητοι φρένες.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ibid., line 34. </p><p> @@ -3636,82 +3591,82 @@ Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i14" title="...gignô/skonth' o(/ti" ->...γιγνώσκονθ' ὅτι<br /></span> +>...γιγνώσκονθ' ὅτι<br ></span> <span class="i0" title="To\ tê~s a)na/nkês e)st' a)dê/riton sthe/nos" ->Τὸ τῆς ἀνάγκης ἐστ' ἀδήριτον σθένος<br /></span> +>Τὸ τῆς ἀνάγκης ἐστ' ἀδήριτον σθένος<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ibid., line 105.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_67" id="Footnote_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> <a id="Note_50"></a>{50}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> <a id="Note_50"></a>{50}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i19">"The maker—call him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which name thou wilt; he makes but to destroy."<br /></span> +<span class="i19">"The maker—call him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which name thou wilt; he makes but to destroy."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Cain</i>, act i. sc. 1. </p><p> Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And the Omnipotent, who makes and crushes."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And the Omnipotent, who makes and crushes."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Heaven and Earth</i>, Part I. sc. 3.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_68" id="Footnote_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="O)/tô| thanei~n me/n e)stin ou) peprôme/non" ->Ὄτῳ θανεῖν μέν ἐστιν οὐ πεπρωμένον<br /></span> +>Ὄτῳ θανεῖν μέν ἐστιν οὐ πεπρωμένον<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>P. V.</i>, line 754.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_69" id="Footnote_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a>[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a>[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="...pa/nta prou)xepi/stamai" ->...πάντα προὐξεπίσταμαι<br /></span> +>...πάντα προὐξεπίσταμαι<br ></span> <span class="i0" title="Skethrô~s ta/ me/llonta" ->Σκεθρῶς τά μέλλοντα<br /></span> +>Σκεθρῶς τά μέλλοντα<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ibid., lines 101, 102.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_70" id="Footnote_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="Thnêtoi~s d' a)ê/gôn au)to\s eu(ro/mên po/nous." ->Θνητοῖς δ' ἀήγων αὐτὸς εὑρόμην πόνους.<br /></span> +>Θνητοῖς δ' ἀήγων αὐτὸς εὑρόμην πόνους.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ibid., line 269.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_71" id="Footnote_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> <a id="Note_51"></a>{51}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> <a id="Note_51"></a>{51}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half dust, half deity."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Half dust, half deity."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Manfred</i>, act i. sc. 2, lines 39, 40, <i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_95">p. 95</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_m" id="Footnote_m"></a><a href="#FNanchor_m"><span class="label">[m]</span></a>——<i>and equal to all woes</i>.—[Editions 1832, etc.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_m"></a><a href="#FNanchor_m"><span class="label">[m]</span></a>——<i>and equal to all woes</i>.—[Editions 1832, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_72" id="Footnote_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> [The edition of 1832 and subsequent issues read "and +<p><a id="Footnote_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> [The edition of 1832 and subsequent issues read "and equal." It is clear that the earlier reading, "an equal," is correct. The spirit opposed by the spirit is an equal, etc. The spirit can also oppose to "its own funereal destiny" a firm will, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_73" id="Footnote_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> [<i>A Fragment</i>, which remained unpublished till 1830, was +<p><a id="Footnote_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> [<i>A Fragment</i>, which remained unpublished till 1830, was written at the same time as <i>Churchill's Grave</i> (July, 1816), and is closely allied to it in purport and in sentiment. It is a questioning of Death! O Death, <i>what</i> is thy sting? There is an analogy between exile @@ -3723,22 +3678,22 @@ neither part nor lot one with the other? There is no solution but in the grave. Death alone can unriddle death. The poet's questioning spirit would plunge into the abyss to bring back the answer.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_74" id="Footnote_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> <a id="Note_52"></a>{52}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> <a id="Note_52"></a>{52}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which are forbidden to the search of man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That with the dwellers of the dark abodes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The many evil and unheavenly spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which walk the valley of the Shade of Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou communest."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which are forbidden to the search of man;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That with the dwellers of the dark abodes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The many evil and unheavenly spirits<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which walk the valley of the Shade of Death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou communest."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Manfred</i>, act iii. sc. 1, lines 34, seq., <i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_121">p. 121</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_75" id="Footnote_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> <a id="Note_53"></a>{53} Geneva, Ferney, Copet, Lausanne. [For Rousseau, see +<p><a id="Footnote_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> <a id="Note_53"></a>{53} Geneva, Ferney, Copet, Lausanne. [For Rousseau, see <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 277, note 1, 300, 301, note 18; for Voltaire and Gibbon, <i>vide ibid.</i>, pp. 306, 307, note 22; and for De Staël, see <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 223, note 1. Byron, writing to Moore, January 2, @@ -3754,106 +3709,106 @@ disapprobation in England. A writer in the <i>Gentleman's Magazine</i> Addressed to the Thames"— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Restor'd to my dear native Thames' bank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My soul disgusted spurns a Byron's lay,—<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Leman may idly boast her Staël, Rousseau,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gibbon, Voltaire, whom Truth and Justice shun—<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Whilst meekly shines midst Fulham's bowers the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er Sherlock's and o'er Porteus' honour'd graves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Thames Britannia's choicest meads exulting laves."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Restor'd to my dear native Thames' bank,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My soul disgusted spurns a Byron's lay,—<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Leman may idly boast her Staël, Rousseau,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gibbon, Voltaire, whom Truth and Justice shun—<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Whilst meekly shines midst Fulham's bowers the sun<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er Sherlock's and o'er Porteus' honour'd graves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where Thames Britannia's choicest meads exulting laves."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_76" id="Footnote_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza lxviii. line 1,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza lxviii. line 1,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 257.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_n" id="Footnote_n"></a><a href="#FNanchor_n"><span class="label">[n]</span></a> <a id="Note_54"></a>{54} <i>Stanzas To</i>——.—[Editions 1816-1830.] +<p><a id="Footnote_n"></a><a href="#FNanchor_n"><span class="label">[n]</span></a> <a id="Note_54"></a>{54} <i>Stanzas To</i>——.—[Editions 1816-1830.] </p><p> "Though the Day."—[MS. in Mrs. Leigh's handwriting.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_77" id="Footnote_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> [The "Stanzas to Augusta" were written in July, at the +<p><a id="Footnote_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> [The "Stanzas to Augusta" were written in July, at the Campagne Diodati, near Geneva. "Be careful," he says, "in printing the stanzas beginning, 'Though the day of my Destiny's,' etc., which I think well of as a composition."—Letter to Murray, October 5, 1816, <i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 371.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_o" id="Footnote_o"></a><a href="#FNanchor_o"><span class="label">[o]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_o"></a><a href="#FNanchor_o"><span class="label">[o]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Though the days of my Glory are over,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And the Sun of my fame has declined.</i>—[Dillon MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Though the days of my Glory are over,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And the Sun of my fame has declined.</i>—[Dillon MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_p" id="Footnote_p"></a><a href="#FNanchor_p"><span class="label">[p]</span></a>——<i>had painted.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_p"></a><a href="#FNanchor_p"><span class="label">[p]</span></a>——<i>had painted.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_78" id="Footnote_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Dear Nature is the kindest mother still!...<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To me by day or night she ever smiled."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Dear Nature is the kindest mother still!...<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To me by day or night she ever smiled."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto II. stanza xxxvii. lines 1, 7, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 122.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_q" id="Footnote_q"></a><a href="#FNanchor_q"><span class="label">[q]</span></a> <i>I will not</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_q"></a><a href="#FNanchor_q"><span class="label">[q]</span></a> <i>I will not</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_r" id="Footnote_r"></a><a href="#FNanchor_r"><span class="label">[r]</span></a> <a id="Note_55"></a>{55} <i>As the breasts I reposed in with me.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_r"></a><a href="#FNanchor_r"><span class="label">[r]</span></a> <a id="Note_55"></a>{55} <i>As the breasts I reposed in with me.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_s" id="Footnote_s"></a><a href="#FNanchor_s"><span class="label">[s]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_s"></a><a href="#FNanchor_s"><span class="label">[s]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Though the rock of my young hope is shivered,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>And its fragments lie sunk in the wave.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Though the rock of my young hope is shivered,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And its fragments lie sunk in the wave.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_t" id="Footnote_t"></a><a href="#FNanchor_t"><span class="label">[t]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_t"></a><a href="#FNanchor_t"><span class="label">[t]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>There is many a pang to pursue me,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>And many a peril to stem;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>They may torture, but shall not subdue me;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>They may crush, but they shall not contemn.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>And I think not of thee but of them.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>There is many a pang to pursue me,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And many a peril to stem;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>They may torture, but shall not subdue me;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>They may crush, but they shall not contemn.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And I think not of thee but of them.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_u" id="Footnote_u"></a><a href="#FNanchor_u"><span class="label">[u]</span></a> <i>Though tempted</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_u"></a><a href="#FNanchor_u"><span class="label">[u]</span></a> <i>Though tempted</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_79" id="Footnote_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold,</i> Canto III. stanzas liii., lv., +<p><a id="Footnote_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold,</i> Canto III. stanzas liii., lv., <i>Poetical Works,</i> 1899, ii. 247, 248, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_v" id="Footnote_v"></a><a href="#FNanchor_v"><span class="label">[v]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_v"></a><a href="#FNanchor_v"><span class="label">[v]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Though watchful, 'twas but to reclaim me,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Nor, silent, to sanction a lie.</i>—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Though watchful, 'twas but to reclaim me,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Nor, silent, to sanction a lie.</i>—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_80" id="Footnote_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> <a id="Note_56"></a>{56}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> <a id="Note_56"></a>{56}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had been better than I now can be."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had been better than I now can be."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Epistle to Augusta</i>, stanza xii. lines 5, 6, <i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_61">p. 61</a>. @@ -3861,49 +3816,49 @@ well of as a composition."—Letter to Murray, October 5, 1816, Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But soon he knew himself the most unfit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of men to herd with Man."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But soon he knew himself the most unfit<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of men to herd with Man."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza xii. lines 1, 2,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza xii. lines 1, 2,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 223.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_w" id="Footnote_w"></a><a href="#FNanchor_w"><span class="label">[w]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_w"></a><a href="#FNanchor_w"><span class="label">[w]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><i>And more than I then could foresee.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I have met but the fate that hath crost me.</i>—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And more than I then could foresee.</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I have met but the fate that hath crost me.</i>—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_x" id="Footnote_x"></a><a href="#FNanchor_x"><span class="label">[x]</span></a> <i>In the wreck of the past</i>—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_x"></a><a href="#FNanchor_x"><span class="label">[x]</span></a> <i>In the wreck of the past</i>—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_y" id="Footnote_y"></a><a href="#FNanchor_y"><span class="label">[y]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_y"></a><a href="#FNanchor_y"><span class="label">[y]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>In the Desert there still are sweet waters,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>In the wild waste a sheltering tree.</i>—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>In the Desert there still are sweet waters,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In the wild waste a sheltering tree.</i>—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_81" id="Footnote_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> [Byron often made use of this illustration. Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> [Byron often made use of this illustration. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"My Peri! ever welcome here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet, as the desert fountain's wave."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My Peri! ever welcome here!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet, as the desert fountain's wave."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Bride of Abydos</i>, Canto I. lines 151, 152, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 163.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_82" id="Footnote_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> [For Hobhouse's parody of these stanzas, see <i>Letters</i>, +<p><a id="Footnote_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> [For Hobhouse's parody of these stanzas, see <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 73,74.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_83" id="Footnote_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> <a id="Note_57"></a>{57}[These stanzas—"than which," says the <i>Quarterly +<p><a id="Footnote_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> <a id="Note_57"></a>{57}[These stanzas—"than which," says the <i>Quarterly Review</i> for January, 1831, "there is nothing, perhaps, more mournfully and desolately beautiful in the whole range of Lord Byron's poetry," were also written at Diodati, and sent home to be published, if Mrs. @@ -3915,37 +3870,37 @@ on second thoughts she decided that "the <i>least objectionable</i> line will be <i>to let them be published</i>."—See her letters to Murray, November 1, 8, 1816, <i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 366, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_z" id="Footnote_z"></a><a href="#FNanchor_z"><span class="label">[z]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_z"></a><a href="#FNanchor_z"><span class="label">[z]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Go where thou wilt thou art to me the same</i>—<br /></span> -<span class="i5"><i>A loud regret which I would not resign</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Go where thou wilt thou art to me the same</i>—<br ></span> +<span class="i5"><i>A loud regret which I would not resign</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_84" id="Footnote_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With one fair Spirit for my minister!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With one fair Spirit for my minister!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza clxxvii. lines 1, 2, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 456.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_aa" id="Footnote_aa"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aa"><span class="label">[aa]</span></a> <i>But other cares</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_aa"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aa"><span class="label">[aa]</span></a> <i>But other cares</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ab" id="Footnote_ab"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ab"><span class="label">[ab]</span></a> <i>A strange doom hath been ours, but that is past</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_ab"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ab"><span class="label">[ab]</span></a> <i>A strange doom hath been ours, but that is past</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_85" id="Footnote_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> ["Admiral Byron was remarkable for never making a voyage +<p><a id="Footnote_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> ["Admiral Byron was remarkable for never making a voyage without a tempest. He was known to the sailors by the facetious name of 'Foul-weather Jack' [or 'Hardy Byron']. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'But, though it were tempest-toss'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Still his bark could not be lost.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'But, though it were tempest-toss'd,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Still his bark could not be lost.'<br ></span> </div></div> <p> He returned safely from the wreck of the <i>Wager</i> (in Anson's voyage), @@ -3955,64 +3910,64 @@ next brother to William, fifth Lord Byron, published his <i>Narrative</i> of his shipwreck in the <i>Wager</i> in 1768, and his <i>Voyage round the World</i> in the <i>Dolphin</i>, in 1767 (<i>Letters</i>, 1898, i. 3).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ac" id="Footnote_ac"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ac"><span class="label">[ac]</span></a> <a id="Note_58"></a>{58} +<p><a id="Footnote_ac"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ac"><span class="label">[ac]</span></a> <a id="Note_58"></a>{58} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I am not yet o'erwhelmed that I shall ever lean</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A thought upon such Hope as daily mocks</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I am not yet o'erwhelmed that I shall ever lean</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A thought upon such Hope as daily mocks</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_86" id="Footnote_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> [For Byron's belief in predestination, compare <i>Childe +<p><a id="Footnote_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> [For Byron's belief in predestination, compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto I. stanza lxxxiii. line 9, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 74, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ad" id="Footnote_ad"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ad"><span class="label">[ad]</span></a> <a id="Note_59"></a>{59} <i>For to all such may change of soul refer</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_ad"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ad"><span class="label">[ad]</span></a> <a id="Note_59"></a>{59} <i>For to all such may change of soul refer</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ae" id="Footnote_ae"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ae"><span class="label">[ae]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_ae"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ae"><span class="label">[ae]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Have hardened me to this—but I can see</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Things which I still can love—but none like thee</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Have hardened me to this—but I can see</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Things which I still can love—but none like thee</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_af" id="Footnote_af"></a><a href="#FNanchor_af"><span class="label">[af]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_af"></a><a href="#FNanchor_af"><span class="label">[af]</span></a> </p><p> -<span style="float:left;font-size:200%;margin-top:6px;">{</span><i>Before I had to study far more useless books</i>.—[MS. erased,]<br /> +<span style="float:left;font-size:200%;margin-top:6px;">{</span><i>Before I had to study far more useless books</i>.—[MS. erased,]<br > <i>Ere my young mind was fettered down to books</i>. </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ag" id="Footnote_ag"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ag"><span class="label">[ag]</span></a> <i>Some living things</i>——-.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_ag"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ag"><span class="label">[ag]</span></a> <i>Some living things</i>——-.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_87" id="Footnote_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In solitude, when we are <i>least</i> alone."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In solitude, when we are <i>least</i> alone."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza xc. lines 1, 2,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza xc. lines 1, 2,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 272] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_88" id="Footnote_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> <a id="Note_60"></a>{60}[For a description of the lake at Newstead, see <i>Don +<p><a id="Footnote_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> <a id="Note_60"></a>{60}[For a description of the lake at Newstead, see <i>Don Juan</i>, Canto XIII. stanza lvii.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ah" id="Footnote_ah"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ah"><span class="label">[ah]</span></a> <i>And think of such things with a childish eye.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_ah"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ah"><span class="label">[ah]</span></a> <i>And think of such things with a childish eye.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_89" id="Footnote_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> <a id="Note_61"></a>{61}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> <a id="Note_61"></a>{61}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He who first met the Highland's swelling blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will love each peak, that shows a kindred hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hail in each crag a friend's familiar face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He who first met the Highland's swelling blue,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will love each peak, that shows a kindred hue,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hail in each crag a friend's familiar face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Island</i>, Canto II. stanza xii. lines 9-12. </p><p> @@ -4025,60 +3980,60 @@ that period," but (as Wilson, commenting on Moore, suggests) it is easier to believe that the "high instincts" of the "poetic child" did not wait for association to consecrate the vision (<i>Life</i>, p. 8).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ai" id="Footnote_ai"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ai"><span class="label">[ai]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_ai"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ai"><span class="label">[ai]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The earliest were the only paths for me.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The earliest were the paths and meant for me.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The earliest were the only paths for me.</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The earliest were the paths and meant for me.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_aj" id="Footnote_aj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aj"><span class="label">[aj]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_aj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aj"><span class="label">[aj]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Yet could I but expunge from out the book</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of my existence all that was entwined.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Yet could I but expunge from out the book</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Of my existence all that was entwined.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ak" id="Footnote_ak"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ak"><span class="label">[ak]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_ak"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ak"><span class="label">[ak]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>My life has been too long—if in a day</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I have survived</i>——.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>My life has been too long—if in a day</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I have survived</i>——.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_90" id="Footnote_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> <a id="Note_62"></a>{62}[Byron often insists on this compression of life into a +<p><a id="Footnote_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> <a id="Note_62"></a>{62}[Byron often insists on this compression of life into a yet briefer span than even mortality allows. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He, who grown aged in this world of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life," etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He, who grown aged in this world of woe,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life," etc.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza v. lines 1, 2,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza v. lines 1, 2,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 218, note 1. </p><p> Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"My life is not dated by years—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There are moments which act as a plough," etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My life is not dated by years—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There are moments which act as a plough," etc.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Lines to the Countess of Blessington</i>, stanza 4.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_al" id="Footnote_al"></a><a href="#FNanchor_al"><span class="label">[al]</span></a> <i>And for the remnants</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_al"></a><a href="#FNanchor_al"><span class="label">[al]</span></a> <i>And for the remnants</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_am" id="Footnote_am"></a><a href="#FNanchor_am"><span class="label">[am]</span></a> <i>Whate'er betide</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_am"></a><a href="#FNanchor_am"><span class="label">[am]</span></a> <i>Whate'er betide</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_an" id="Footnote_an"></a><a href="#FNanchor_an"><span class="label">[an]</span></a> <i>We have been and we shall be</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_an"></a><a href="#FNanchor_an"><span class="label">[an]</span></a> <i>We have been and we shall be</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_91" id="Footnote_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> <a id="Note_63"></a>{63}["These verses," says John Wright (ed. 1832, x. 207), +<p><a id="Footnote_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> <a id="Note_63"></a>{63}["These verses," says John Wright (ed. 1832, x. 207), "of which the opening lines (1-6) are given in Moore's <i>Notices</i>, etc. (1830, ii. 36), were written immediately after the failure of the negotiation ... [i.e. the intervention] of Madame de Staël, who had @@ -4099,35 +4054,35 @@ of Chillon</i>, but afterwards incorporated with <i>Manfred</i>, act i. sc. 1, Lady Blessington (<i>Conversations, etc.</i>, 1834, p. 79) "on reading in a newspaper" that Lady Byron had been ill.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_92" id="Footnote_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">" ... that unnatural retribution—just,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had it but been from hands less near."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">" ... that unnatural retribution—just,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had it but been from hands less near."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cxxxii. lines 6, 7,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cxxxii. lines 6, 7,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 427.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_93" id="Footnote_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> <a id="Note_64"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> <a id="Note_64"></a> {64}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Though thy slumber may be deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet thy Spirit shall not sleep.<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Nor to slumber nor to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be in thy destiny."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Though thy slumber may be deep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet thy Spirit shall not sleep.<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Nor to slumber nor to die,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be in thy destiny."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>The Incantation</i>, lines 201, 202, 254, 255,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>The Incantation</i>, lines 201, 202, 254, 255,<br > <i>Manfred</i>, act i. sc. 1, <i>vide post</i>, pp. <a href="#Page_92">92</a>, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_94" id="Footnote_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> [Compare "I suppose now I shall never be able to shake off +<p><a id="Footnote_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> [Compare "I suppose now I shall never be able to shake off my sables in public imagination, more particularly since my moral ... [Clytemnestra?] clove down my fame" (Letter to Moore, March 10, 1817, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 72). The same expression, "my <i>moral</i> @@ -4136,45 +4091,45 @@ dated April 6, 1823. It may be noted that it was in April, 1823, that Byron presented a copy of the "Lines," etc., to Lady Blessington (<i>Conversations, etc.</i>, 1834, p. 79).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_95" id="Footnote_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> <a id="Note_65"></a>{65}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> <a id="Note_65"></a>{65}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"By thy delight in others' pain."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"By thy delight in others' pain."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Manfred</i>, act i. sc. i, line 248, <i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_93">p. 93</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_96" id="Footnote_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">" ... but that high Soul secured the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And panted for the truth it could not hear."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">" ... but that high Soul secured the heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And panted for the truth it could not hear."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>A Sketch</i>, lines 18, 19, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 541.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_97" id="Footnote_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cxxxvi. lines +<p><a id="Footnote_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cxxxvi. lines 6-9, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 430.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> -<h2><a id="MONODY" name="MONODY"></a> -MONODY ON THE DEATH<br /> -<span style="font-size:50%;">OF</span><br /> +<h2><a id="MONODY"></a> +MONODY ON THE DEATH<br > +<span style="font-size:50%;">OF</span><br > <span style="font-size:125%;">THE RIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN</span>.</h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="INTRODUCTION_TO_MONODY" id="INTRODUCTION_TO_MONODY"></a> +<h3><a id="INTRODUCTION_TO_MONODY"></a> INTRODUCTION TO <i>MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN.</i> -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> @@ -4207,7 +4162,7 @@ stoutly and unconsumed. So much easier is it to live down character than to live through temperament.</p> <p>Richard Brinsley Sheridan (born October 30, 1751) died July 7, 1816. -<i>The Monody</i> was written at the Campagne<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> Diodati, on July 17, at the +<i>The Monody</i> was written at the Campagne<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> Diodati, on July 17, at the request of Douglas Kinnaird. "I did as well as I could," says Byron; "but where I have not my choice I pretend to answer for nothing" (Letter to Murray, September 29, 1816, <i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 366). He told Lady @@ -4241,139 +4196,139 @@ and no alteration could be made, but the title-page of a "New Edition," 1817, reads, "<i>Monody, etc.</i> Spoken at Drury Lane Theatre. By Lord Byron."]</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> <h3 style="line-height:150%"> -MONODY ON THE DEATH<br /> -<span style="font-size:66%;">OF THE</span><br /> -<span style="font-size:150%;">RIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN</span>,<br /> +MONODY ON THE DEATH<br > +<span style="font-size:66%;">OF THE</span><br > +<span style="font-size:150%;">RIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN</span>,<br > <span style="font-size:66%;">SPOKEN AT DRURY-LANE THEATRE, LONDON</span>. </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">When</span> -the last sunshine of expiring Day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Summer's twilight weeps itself away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath not felt the softness of the hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Nature makes that melancholy pause—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath not shared that calm, so still and deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A holy concord, and a bright regret,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glorious sympathy with suns that set?<a name="FNanchor_98" id="FNanchor_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis not harsh sorrow, but a tenderer woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nameless, but dear to gentle hearts below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Felt without bitterness—but full and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sweet dejection—a transparent tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmixed with worldly grief or selfish stain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shed without shame, and secret without pain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even as the tenderness that hour instils<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Summer's day declines along the hills,<span class="linenum">20</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all of Genius which can perish dies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mighty Spirit is eclipsed—a Power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath passed from day to darkness—to whose hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of light no likeness is bequeathed—no name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Focus at once of all the rays of Fame!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flash of Wit—the bright Intelligence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beam of Song—the blaze of Eloquence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set with their Sun, but still have left behind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The enduring produce of immortal Mind;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fruits of a genial morn, and glorious noon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A deathless part of him who died too soon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But small that portion of the wondrous whole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These sparkling segments of that circling Soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which all embraced, and lightened over all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cheer—to pierce—to please—or to appal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the charmed council to the festive board,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of human feelings the unbounded lord;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In whose acclaim the loftiest voices vied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The praised—the proud—who made his praise their pride.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arose to Heaven in her appeal from Man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His was the thunder—his the avenging rod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wrath—the delegated voice of God!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shook the nations through his lips, and blazed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till vanquished senates trembled as they praised.<a name="FNanchor_99" id="FNanchor_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99" class="fnanchor">[99]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And here, oh! here, where yet all young and warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gay creations of his spirit charm,<a name="FNanchor_100" id="FNanchor_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100" class="fnanchor">[100]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The matchless dialogue—the deathless wit,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which knew not what it was to intermit;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These wondrous beings of his fancy, wrought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fulness by the fiat of his thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here in their first abode you still may meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright with the hues of his Promethean heat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Halo of the light of other days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which still the splendour of its orb betrays.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But should there be to whom the fatal blight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jar in the music which was born their own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still let them pause—ah! little do they know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That what to them seemed Vice might be but Woe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard is his fate on whom the public gaze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is fixed for ever to detract or praise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repose denies her requiem to his name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The secret Enemy whose sleepless eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands sentinel—accuser—judge—and spy.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foe, the fool, the jealous, and the vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The envious who but breathe in other's pain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the host! delighting to deprave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who track the steps of Glory to the grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watch every fault that daring Genius owes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half to the ardour which its birth bestows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distort the truth, accumulate the lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pile the Pyramid of Calumny!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are his portion—but if joined to these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaunt Poverty should league with deep Disease,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the high Spirit must forget to soar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stoop to strive with Misery at the door,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_101" id="FNanchor_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101" class="fnanchor">[101]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To soothe Indignity—and face to face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meet sordid Rage, and wrestle with Disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find in Hope but the renewed caress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The serpent-fold of further Faithlessness:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If such may be the Ills which men assail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What marvel if at last the mightiest fail?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breasts to whom all the strength of feeling given<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear hearts electric-charged with fire from Heaven,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Black with the rude collision, inly torn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By clouds surrounded, and on whirlwinds borne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Driven o'er the lowering atmosphere that nurst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thoughts which have turned to thunder—scorch, and burst.<a name="FNanchor_ao" id="FNanchor_ao"></a><a href="#Footnote_ao" class="fnanchor">[ao]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But far from us and from our mimic scene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such things should be—if such have ever been;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ours be the gentler wish, the kinder task,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give the tribute Glory need not ask,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To mourn the vanished beam, and add our mite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of praise in payment of a long delight.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye Orators! whom yet our councils yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The worthy rival of the wondrous <i>Three!</i><a name="FNanchor_102" id="FNanchor_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102" class="fnanchor">[102]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose words were sparks of Immortality!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye Bards! to whom the Drama's Muse is dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was your Master—emulate him <i>here</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye men of wit and social eloquence!<a name="FNanchor_103" id="FNanchor_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103" class="fnanchor">[103]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was your brother—bear his ashes hence!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Powers of mind almost of boundless range,<a name="FNanchor_104" id="FNanchor_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104" class="fnanchor">[104]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Complete in kind, as various in their change,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Eloquence—Wit—Poesy—and Mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That humbler Harmonist of care on Earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Survive within our souls—while lives our sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of pride in Merit's proud pre-eminence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turn to all of him which may remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan!<a name="FNanchor_105" id="FNanchor_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105" class="fnanchor">[105]</a><br /></span> +the last sunshine of expiring Day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Summer's twilight weeps itself away,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who hath not felt the softness of the hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Nature makes that melancholy pause—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who hath not shared that calm, so still and deep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A holy concord, and a bright regret,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A glorious sympathy with suns that set?<a id="FNanchor_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not harsh sorrow, but a tenderer woe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nameless, but dear to gentle hearts below,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Felt without bitterness—but full and clear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sweet dejection—a transparent tear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unmixed with worldly grief or selfish stain—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shed without shame, and secret without pain.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even as the tenderness that hour instils<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Summer's day declines along the hills,<span class="linenum">20</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_72">[72]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When all of Genius which can perish dies.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A mighty Spirit is eclipsed—a Power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath passed from day to darkness—to whose hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of light no likeness is bequeathed—no name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Focus at once of all the rays of Fame!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The flash of Wit—the bright Intelligence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The beam of Song—the blaze of Eloquence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Set with their Sun, but still have left behind<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The enduring produce of immortal Mind;<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fruits of a genial morn, and glorious noon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A deathless part of him who died too soon.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But small that portion of the wondrous whole,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These sparkling segments of that circling Soul,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which all embraced, and lightened over all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To cheer—to pierce—to please—or to appal.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the charmed council to the festive board,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of human feelings the unbounded lord;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In whose acclaim the loftiest voices vied,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The praised—the proud—who made his praise their pride.<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Arose to Heaven in her appeal from Man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His was the thunder—his the avenging rod,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wrath—the delegated voice of God!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shook the nations through his lips, and blazed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till vanquished senates trembled as they praised.<a id="FNanchor_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99" class="fnanchor">[99]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And here, oh! here, where yet all young and warm,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gay creations of his spirit charm,<a id="FNanchor_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100" class="fnanchor">[100]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The matchless dialogue—the deathless wit,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_73">[73]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which knew not what it was to intermit;<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These wondrous beings of his fancy, wrought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To fulness by the fiat of his thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here in their first abode you still may meet,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bright with the hues of his Promethean heat;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Halo of the light of other days,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which still the splendour of its orb betrays.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But should there be to whom the fatal blight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Jar in the music which was born their own,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still let them pause—ah! little do they know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That what to them seemed Vice might be but Woe.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hard is his fate on whom the public gaze<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is fixed for ever to detract or praise;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Repose denies her requiem to his name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The secret Enemy whose sleepless eye<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stands sentinel—accuser—judge—and spy.<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The foe, the fool, the jealous, and the vain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The envious who but breathe in other's pain—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the host! delighting to deprave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who track the steps of Glory to the grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Watch every fault that daring Genius owes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Half to the ardour which its birth bestows,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Distort the truth, accumulate the lie,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And pile the Pyramid of Calumny!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These are his portion—but if joined to these<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gaunt Poverty should league with deep Disease,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If the high Spirit must forget to soar,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And stoop to strive with Misery at the door,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_74">[74]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101" class="fnanchor">[101]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To soothe Indignity—and face to face<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Meet sordid Rage, and wrestle with Disgrace,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To find in Hope but the renewed caress,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The serpent-fold of further Faithlessness:—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If such may be the Ills which men assail,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What marvel if at last the mightiest fail?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Breasts to whom all the strength of feeling given<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bear hearts electric-charged with fire from Heaven,<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Black with the rude collision, inly torn,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By clouds surrounded, and on whirlwinds borne,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Driven o'er the lowering atmosphere that nurst<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thoughts which have turned to thunder—scorch, and burst.<a id="FNanchor_ao"></a><a href="#Footnote_ao" class="fnanchor">[ao]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But far from us and from our mimic scene<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such things should be—if such have ever been;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ours be the gentler wish, the kinder task,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To give the tribute Glory need not ask,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_75">[75]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To mourn the vanished beam, and add our mite<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of praise in payment of a long delight.<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Orators! whom yet our councils yield,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The worthy rival of the wondrous <i>Three!</i><a id="FNanchor_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102" class="fnanchor">[102]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose words were sparks of Immortality!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Bards! to whom the Drama's Muse is dear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was your Master—emulate him <i>here</i>!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye men of wit and social eloquence!<a id="FNanchor_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103" class="fnanchor">[103]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was your brother—bear his ashes hence!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Powers of mind almost of boundless range,<a id="FNanchor_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104" class="fnanchor">[104]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Complete in kind, as various in their change,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Eloquence—Wit—Poesy—and Mirth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That humbler Harmonist of care on Earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Survive within our souls—while lives our sense<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of pride in Merit's proud pre-eminence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And turn to all of him which may remain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan!<a id="FNanchor_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105" class="fnanchor">[105]</a><br ></span> </div></div> @@ -4381,10 +4336,10 @@ the last sunshine of expiring Day<br /></span> <h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_98" id="Footnote_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> <a id="Note_71"></a>{71}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> <a id="Note_71"></a>{71}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"As 'twere the twilight of a former Sun."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"As 'twere the twilight of a former Sun."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Churchill's Grave,</i> line 26, <i>vide ante,</i> <a href="#Page_48">p. 48</a>.] @@ -4392,7 +4347,7 @@ the last sunshine of expiring Day<br /></span> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_99" id="Footnote_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> <a id="Note_72"></a>{72}[Sheridan's first speech on behalf of the Begum of Oude +<p><a id="Footnote_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> <a id="Note_72"></a>{72}[Sheridan's first speech on behalf of the Begum of Oude was delivered February 7, 1787. After having spoken for five hours and forty minutes he sat down, "not merely amidst cheering, but amidst the loud clapping of hands, in which the Lords below the bar and the @@ -4408,14 +4363,14 @@ exhausted, into the arms of Burke, who hugged him with the energy of generous admiration" (<i>ibid.,</i>iii 451, 452).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_100" id="Footnote_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> [<i>The Rivals, The Scheming Lieutenant</i>, and <i>The Duenna</i> +<p><a id="Footnote_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> [<i>The Rivals, The Scheming Lieutenant</i>, and <i>The Duenna</i> were played for the first time at Covent Garden, January 17, May 2, and November 21, 1775. <i>A Trip to Scarborough</i> and the <i>School for Scandal</i> were brought out at Drury Lane, February 24 and May 8, 1777; the <i>Critic</i>, October 29, 1779; and <i>Pizarro</i>, May 24, 1799.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_101" id="Footnote_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> <a id="Note_73"></a>{73}[Only a few days before his death, Sheridan wrote thus to Rogers: "I am absolutely undone and broken-hearted. They are going to put the carpets out of window, and break into Mrs. S.'s room and <i>take @@ -4445,37 +4400,37 @@ reprinted in the <i>Life</i>, 1825, ii. 462, and <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1850, p. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"How proud they can press to the funeral array<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose pall shall be held up by nobles to-morrow.<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Was <i>this</i>, then, the fate of that high-gifted man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pride of the palace, the bower, and the hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The orator—dramatist—minstrel, who ran<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all?"]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"How proud they can press to the funeral array<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose pall shall be held up by nobles to-morrow.<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Was <i>this</i>, then, the fate of that high-gifted man,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The pride of the palace, the bower, and the hall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The orator—dramatist—minstrel, who ran<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all?"]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ao" id="Footnote_ao"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ao"><span class="label">[ao]</span></a> <a id="Note_74"></a>{74} +<p><a id="Footnote_ao"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ao"><span class="label">[ao]</span></a> <a id="Note_74"></a>{74} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abandoned by the skies, whose teams have nurst</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Their very thunders, lighten—scorch, and burst</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abandoned by the skies, whose teams have nurst</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Their very thunders, lighten—scorch, and burst</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_102" id="Footnote_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> <a id="Note_75"></a>{75} Fox—Pitt—Burke. ["I heard Sheridan only once, and +<p><a id="Footnote_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> <a id="Note_75"></a>{75} Fox—Pitt—Burke. ["I heard Sheridan only once, and that briefly; but I liked his voice, his manner, and his wit: he is the only one of them I ever wished to hear at greater length."—<i>Detached Thoughts</i>, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 413.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_103" id="Footnote_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> ["In society I have met Sheridan frequently: he was +<p><a id="Footnote_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> ["In society I have met Sheridan frequently: he was superb!... I have seen him cut up Whitbread, quiz Madame de Staël, annihilate Colman, and do little less by some others ... of good fame and abilities.... I have met him in all places and parties, ... and @@ -4483,7 +4438,7 @@ always found him very convivial and delightful."—<i>Ibid</i>., pp. 413, 414.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_104" id="Footnote_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> ["The other night we were all delivering our respective +<p><a id="Footnote_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> ["The other night we were all delivering our respective and various opinions on him, ... and mine was this:—'Whatever Sheridan has done or chosen to do has been, <i>par excellence</i>, always the <i>best</i> of its kind. He has written the <i>best</i> comedy (<i>School for Scandal</i>), @@ -4495,40 +4450,40 @@ conceived or heard in this country.'"—<i>Journal</i>, December 17, 1813, <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 377.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_105" id="Footnote_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> [It has often been pointed out (<i>e.g. Notes and Queries</i>, +<p><a id="Footnote_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> [It has often been pointed out (<i>e.g. Notes and Queries</i>, 1855, Series I. xi. 472) that this fine metaphor may be traced to Ariosto's <i>Orlando Furioso</i>. The subject is Zerbino, the son of the King of Scotland— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Non è vu si bello in tante altre persone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Natura il fece e poi ruppe la stampa."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Non è vu si bello in tante altre persone:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Natura il fece e poi ruppe la stampa."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Canto X. stanza lxxxiv. lines 5, 6.] </p> </div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> -<h2><a id="MANFRED" name="MANFRED"></a> -<span style="font-size:150%;">MANFRED:</span><br /> +<h2><a id="MANFRED"></a> +<span style="font-size:150%;">MANFRED:</span><br > A DRAMATIC POEM.</h2> <div> -<hr style="width:33%" /> +<hr style="width:33%" > <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,</span><br > <span class="i0"> Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."</span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[<i>Hamlet,</i> Act i. Scene 5, Lines 166, 167.</p> -<hr style="width:33%" /> +<hr style="width:33%" > </div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> <p>[<i>Manfred</i>, a choral tragedy in three acts, was performed at Covent Garden Theatre, October 29-November 14, 1834 [Denvil (afterwards known @@ -4555,13 +4510,13 @@ a concert in Queen's Hall, May, 1899.</p> by Tschaikowsky, 1885; first heard in London, autumn, 1898.] </p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <p> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> <h3> INTRODUCTION TO <i>MANFRED</i> -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">Byron</span> passed four months and three weeks in Switzerland. He arrived at @@ -4599,7 +4554,7 @@ uplifted by the "majesty and the power and the glory" of Nature.</p> <p>Gifford's verdict on the first act was that it was "wonderfully poetical" and "merited publication," but, as Byron had -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> foreseen, he did not "by any means like" the third act. It was, as its author admitted (Letter to Murray, April 14) "damnably bad," and savoured of the "dregs @@ -4643,7 +4598,7 @@ whole scene of <i>Manfred</i> before me."</p> <i>Manfred</i>, which first appeared in print in his paper <i>Kunst und Alterthum</i>, June, 1820, and is republished in Goethe's <i>Sämmtliche Werke</i> ... Stuttgart, 1874, xiii. 640-642; -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> see <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. Appendix II. "Goethe and Byron," pp. 503-521): "His <i>Faust</i> I never read, for I don't know German; but Matthew Monk Lewis (<i>sic</i>), in 1816, @@ -4687,7 +4642,7 @@ principles in his own way, for his own purposes, so that no one of them remains the same; and it is particularly on this account that I cannot enough admire his genius." Afterwards (see record of a conversation with Herman Fürst -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> von Pückler, September 14, 1826, <i>Letters</i>, v. 511) Goethe somewhat modified his views, but even then it interested him to trace the unconscious transformation which Byron had made of his @@ -4734,567 +4689,567 @@ viii. pp. 62-66; <i>Gentleman's Magazine</i>, July, 1817, vol. 87, pp. 45-47; <i>Dublin University Magazine</i>, April, 1874, vol. 83, pp. 502-508, etc. </p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> <div style="width:50%;margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;text-align:center;"> DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. -<br /><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /> +<br ><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"> <p style="margin-left:5em;text-indent:0;"> - <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">Chamois Hunter</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">Abbot of St. Maurice</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">Herman</span>.<br /> -<br /> - <span class="smcap">Witch of the Alps</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">Arimanes</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">Nemesis</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">The Destinies</span>.<br /> - <span class="smcap">Spirits, etc</span>.<br /> -</p> -<hr style="width:60%" /> + <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">Chamois Hunter</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">Abbot of St. Maurice</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">Herman</span>.<br > +<br > + <span class="smcap">Witch of the Alps</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">Arimanes</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">Nemesis</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">The Destinies</span>.<br > + <span class="smcap">Spirits, etc</span>.<br > +</p> +<hr style="width:60%" > </div> <p style="margin-left:10%;margin-right:10%;text-align:center;"><i>The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps—partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the Mountains.</i> </p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> <h3>MANFRED. -<a name="FNanchor_106" id="FNanchor_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> +<a id="FNanchor_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h3>ACT 1.</h3> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> 1.—<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>alone</i>.—<i>Scene, -a Gothic Gallery.</i><a name="FNanchor_107" id="FNanchor_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107" class="fnanchor">[107]</a>—<i>Time, +a Gothic Gallery.</i><a id="FNanchor_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107" class="fnanchor">[107]</a>—<i>Time, Midnight.</i></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. The lamp must be replenished, but even then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will not burn so long as I must watch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My slumbers—if I slumber—are not sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a continuance, of enduring thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which then I can resist not: in my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a vigil, and these eyes but close<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look within; and yet I live, and bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The aspect and the form of breathing men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Grief should be the Instructor of the wise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrow is Knowledge: they who know the most<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Philosophy and science, and the springs<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_108" id="FNanchor_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108" class="fnanchor">[108]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Wonder, and the wisdom of the World,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have essayed, and in my mind there is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A power to make these subject to itself—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they avail not: I have done men good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have met with good even among men—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this availed not: I have had my foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And none have baffled, many fallen before me—<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this availed not:—Good—or evil—life—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Powers, passions—all I see in other beings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been to me as rain unto the sands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since that all-nameless hour. I have no dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feel the curse to have no natural fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or lurking love of something on the earth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now to my task.—<br /></span> -<span class="i17">Mysterious Agency!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye Spirits of the unbounded Universe!<a name="FNanchor_ap" id="FNanchor_ap"></a><a href="#Footnote_ap" class="fnanchor">[ap]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom I have sought in darkness and in light—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In subtler essence—ye, to whom the tops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,<a name="FNanchor_aq" id="FNanchor_aq"></a><a href="#Footnote_aq" class="fnanchor">[aq]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Earth's and Ocean's caves familiar things—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I call upon ye by the written charm<a name="FNanchor_109" id="FNanchor_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109" class="fnanchor">[109]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which gives me power upon you—Rise! Appear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<i>A pause</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They come not yet.—Now by the voice of him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is the first among you<a name="FNanchor_110" id="FNanchor_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110" class="fnanchor">[110]</a>—by this sign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes you tremble—by the claims of him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is undying,—Rise! Appear!—-- Appear!<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<i>A pause</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be so.—Spirits of Earth and Air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye shall not so elude me! By a power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spell,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which had its birthplace in a star condemned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The burning wreck of a demolished world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wandering hell in the eternal Space;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the strong curse which is upon my Soul,<a name="FNanchor_111" id="FNanchor_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111" class="fnanchor">[111]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thought which is within me and around me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do compel ye to my will.—Appear!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. The lamp must be replenished, but even then<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It will not burn so long as I must watch:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My slumbers—if I slumber—are not sleep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But a continuance, of enduring thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which then I can resist not: in my heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is a vigil, and these eyes but close<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To look within; and yet I live, and bear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The aspect and the form of breathing men.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But Grief should be the Instructor of the wise;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrow is Knowledge: they who know the most<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Philosophy and science, and the springs<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_86">[86]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108" class="fnanchor">[108]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Wonder, and the wisdom of the World,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have essayed, and in my mind there is<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A power to make these subject to itself—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But they avail not: I have done men good,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I have met with good even among men—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this availed not: I have had my foes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And none have baffled, many fallen before me—<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this availed not:—Good—or evil—life—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Powers, passions—all I see in other beings,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have been to me as rain unto the sands,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since that all-nameless hour. I have no dread,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And feel the curse to have no natural fear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or lurking love of something on the earth.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now to my task.—<br ></span> +<span class="i17">Mysterious Agency!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Spirits of the unbounded Universe!<a id="FNanchor_ap"></a><a href="#Footnote_ap" class="fnanchor">[ap]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whom I have sought in darkness and in light—<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In subtler essence—ye, to whom the tops<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,<a id="FNanchor_aq"></a><a href="#Footnote_aq" class="fnanchor">[aq]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Earth's and Ocean's caves familiar things—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I call upon ye by the written charm<a id="FNanchor_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109" class="fnanchor">[109]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which gives me power upon you—Rise! Appear!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<i>A pause</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They come not yet.—Now by the voice of him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who is the first among you<a id="FNanchor_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110" class="fnanchor">[110]</a>—by this sign,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes you tremble—by the claims of him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who is undying,—Rise! Appear!—-- Appear!<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<i>A pause</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If it be so.—Spirits of Earth and Air,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye shall not so elude me! By a power,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spell,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_87">[87]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which had its birthplace in a star condemned,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The burning wreck of a demolished world,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wandering hell in the eternal Space;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the strong curse which is upon my Soul,<a id="FNanchor_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111" class="fnanchor">[111]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thought which is within me and around me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I do compel ye to my will.—Appear!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery: -<br />it is stationary; and a voice is heard singing.</i>]</p> +<br >it is stationary; and a voice is heard singing.</i>]</p> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">First Spirit</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Mortal! to thy bidding bowed,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">From my mansion in the cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which the breath of Twilight builds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the Summer's sunset gilds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the azure and vermilion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which is mixed for my pavilion;<a name="FNanchor_ar" id="FNanchor_ar"></a><a href="#Footnote_ar" class="fnanchor">[ar]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though thy quest may be forbidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On a star-beam I have ridden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To thine adjuration bowed:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mortal—be thy wish avowed!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mortal! to thy bidding bowed,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">From my mansion in the cloud,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which the breath of Twilight builds,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the Summer's sunset gilds<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With the azure and vermilion,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which is mixed for my pavilion;<a id="FNanchor_ar"></a><a href="#Footnote_ar" class="fnanchor">[ar]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though thy quest may be forbidden,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">On a star-beam I have ridden,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To thine adjuration bowed:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Mortal—be thy wish avowed!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Voice of the</i> <span class="smcap">Second Spirit</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">They crowned him long ago<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a Diadem of snow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around his waist are forests braced,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Avalanche in his hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ere it fall, that thundering ball<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must pause for my command.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Glacier's cold and restless mass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Moves onward day by day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I am he who bids it pass,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or with its ice delay.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_as" id="FNanchor_as"></a><a href="#Footnote_as" class="fnanchor">[as]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am the Spirit of the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could make the mountain bow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quiver to his caverned base—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And what with me would'st <i>Thou?</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">They crowned him long ago<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With a Diadem of snow.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Around his waist are forests braced,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Avalanche in his hand;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But ere it fall, that thundering ball<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Must pause for my command.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Glacier's cold and restless mass<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Moves onward day by day;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I am he who bids it pass,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or with its ice delay.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_88">[88]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_as"></a><a href="#Footnote_as" class="fnanchor">[as]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am the Spirit of the place,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Could make the mountain bow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And quiver to his caverned base—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And what with me would'st <i>Thou?</i><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Voice of the</i> <span class="smcap">Third Spirit</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the blue depth of the waters,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the wave hath no strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the Wind is a stranger,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the Sea-snake hath life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the Mermaid is decking<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her green hair with shells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the storm on the surface<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came the sound of thy spells;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er my calm Hall of Coral<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The deep Echo rolled—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Spirit of Ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy wishes unfold!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the blue depth of the waters,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where the wave hath no strife,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the Wind is a stranger,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the Sea-snake hath life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the Mermaid is decking<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Her green hair with shells,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like the storm on the surface<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Came the sound of thy spells;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er my calm Hall of Coral<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The deep Echo rolled—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Spirit of Ocean<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy wishes unfold!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Fourth Spirit</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the slumbering Earthquake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lies pillowed on fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lakes of bitumen<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rise boilingly higher;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the roots of the Andes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strike deep in the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As their summits to heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shoot soaringly forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have quitted my birthplace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy bidding to bide—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy spell hath subdued me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy will be my guide!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the slumbering Earthquake<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Lies pillowed on fire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the lakes of bitumen<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Rise boilingly higher;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the roots of the Andes<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Strike deep in the earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As their summits to heaven<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shoot soaringly forth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have quitted my birthplace,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy bidding to bide—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy spell hath subdued me,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy will be my guide!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Fifth Spirit</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am the Rider of the wind,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Stirrer of the storm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hurricane I left behind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is yet with lightning warm;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I swept upon the blast:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fleet I met sailed well—and yet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Twill sink ere night be past.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am the Rider of the wind,<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Stirrer of the storm;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hurricane I left behind<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is yet with lightning warm;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_89">[89]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I swept upon the blast:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fleet I met sailed well—and yet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Twill sink ere night be past.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Sixth Spirit</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My dwelling is the shadow of the Night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why doth thy magic torture me with light?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My dwelling is the shadow of the Night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why doth thy magic torture me with light?<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Seventh Spirit</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Star which rules thy destiny no<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was ruled, ere earth began, by me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was a World as fresh and fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As e'er revolved round Sun in air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its course was free and regular,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Space bosomed not a lovelier star.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Hour arrived—and it became<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wandering mass of shapeless flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pathless Comet, and a curse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The menace of the Universe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still rolling on with innate force,<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a sphere, without a course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bright deformity on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The monster of the upper sky!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Thou! beneath its influence born—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou worm! whom I obey and scorn—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forced by a Power (which is not thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lent thee but to make thee mine)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this brief moment to descend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where these weak Spirits round thee bend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And parley with a thing like thee—<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would'st thou, Child of Clay! with me?<a name="FNanchor_112" id="FNanchor_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112" class="fnanchor">[112]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Star which rules thy destiny no<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was ruled, ere earth began, by me:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was a World as fresh and fair<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As e'er revolved round Sun in air;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its course was free and regular,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Space bosomed not a lovelier star.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Hour arrived—and it became<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wandering mass of shapeless flame,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A pathless Comet, and a curse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The menace of the Universe;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still rolling on with innate force,<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without a sphere, without a course,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A bright deformity on high,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The monster of the upper sky!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Thou! beneath its influence born—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou worm! whom I obey and scorn—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forced by a Power (which is not thine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And lent thee but to make thee mine)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For this brief moment to descend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where these weak Spirits round thee bend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And parley with a thing like thee—<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What would'st thou, Child of Clay! with me?<a id="FNanchor_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112" class="fnanchor">[112]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Seven Spirits</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Earth—ocean—air—night—mountains—winds—thy Star,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are at thy beck and bidding, Child of Clay!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before thee at thy quest their Spirits are—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What would'st thou with us, Son of mortals—say?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">Earth—ocean—air—night—mountains—winds—thy Star,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are at thy beck and bidding, Child of Clay!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before thee at thy quest their Spirits are—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What would'st thou with us, Son of mortals—say?<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></div></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Forgetfulness——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Forgetfulness——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Spirit</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Of what—of whom—and why?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Spirit</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Of what—of whom—and why?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Of that which is within me; read it there—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye know it—and I cannot utter it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Of that which is within me; read it there—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye know it—and I cannot utter it.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We can but give thee that which we possess:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er earth—the whole, or portion—or a sign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shall control the elements, whereof<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are the dominators,—each and all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These shall be thine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We can but give thee that which we possess:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er earth—the whole, or portion—or a sign<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shall control the elements, whereof<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We are the dominators,—each and all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These shall be thine.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Oblivion—self-oblivion!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye offer so profusely—what I ask?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. It is not in our essence, in our skill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But—thou may'st die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Will Death bestow it on me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We are immortal, and do not forget;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are eternal; and to us the past<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is, as the future, present. Art thou answered?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Ye mock me—but the Power which brought ye here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Mind—the Spirit—the Promethean spark,<a name="FNanchor_at" id="FNanchor_at"></a><a href="#Footnote_at" class="fnanchor">[at]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lightning of my being, is as bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pervading, and far darting as your own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shall not yield to yours, though cooped in clay!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Answer, or I will teach you what I am.<a name="FNanchor_au" id="FNanchor_au"></a><a href="#Footnote_au" class="fnanchor">[au]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We answer—as we answered; our reply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is even in thine own words.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Why say ye so?<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. If, as thou say'st, thine essence be as ours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have replied in telling thee, the thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mortals call death hath nought to do with us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I then have called ye from your realms in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Say<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>—<a name="FNanchor_113" id="FNanchor_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113" class="fnanchor">[113]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What we possess we offer; it is thine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bethink ere thou dismiss us; ask again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and length of days—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Accurséd! what have I to do with days?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are too long already.—Hence—begone!<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Yet pause: being here, our will would do thee service;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bethink thee, is there then no other gift<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man.</i> No, none: yet stay—one moment, ere we part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would behold ye face to face. I hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Music on the waters;<a name="FNanchor_114" id="FNanchor_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114" class="fnanchor">[114]</a> and I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The steady aspect of a clear large Star;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nothing more. Approach me as ye are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or one—or all—in your accustomed forms.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We have no forms, beyond the elements<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which we are the mind and principle:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But choose a form—in that we will appear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I have no choice; there is no form on earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hideous or beautiful to me. Let him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As unto him may seem most fitting—Come!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Seventh Spirit (appearing in the shape of a beautiful female figure)</i>.<a name="FNanchor_115" id="FNanchor_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115" class="fnanchor">[115]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0"> Behold!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Oh God! if it be thus, and <i>thou</i><a name="FNanchor_116" id="FNanchor_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116" class="fnanchor">[116]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Art not a madness and a mockery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I yet might be most happy. I will clasp thee,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we again will be——<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The figure vanishes.</i></span><br /></span> -<span class="i24">My heart is crushed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>falls senseless</i>.</span><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="sdir">(<i>A voice is heard in the Incantation which follows.</i>)<a name="FNanchor_117" id="FNanchor_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117" class="fnanchor">[117]</a></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">When the Moon is on the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And the glow-worm in the grass,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the meteor on the grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And the wisp on the morass;<a name="FNanchor_118" id="FNanchor_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118" class="fnanchor">[118]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i4">When the falling stars are shooting,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the answered owls are hooting,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the silent leaves are still<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the shadow of the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Shall my soul be upon thine,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">With a power and with a sign.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Though thy slumber may be deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Yet thy Spirit shall not sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">There are shades which will not vanish,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">There are thoughts thou canst not banish;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By a Power to thee unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou canst never be alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou art gathered in a cloud;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And for ever shalt thou dwell<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the spirit of this spell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Though thou seest me not pass by,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou shalt feel me with thine eye<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As a thing that, though unseen,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Must be near thee, and hath been;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And when in that secret dread<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou hast turned around thy head,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou shalt marvel I am not<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As thy shadow on the spot,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the power which thou dost feel<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Shall be what thou must conceal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">And a magic voice and verse<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hath baptized thee with a curse;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And a Spirit of the air<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hath begirt thee with a snare;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the wind there is a voice<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Shall forbid thee to rejoice;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And to thee shall Night deny<br /></span> -<span class="i4">All the quiet of her sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the day shall have a sun,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which shall make thee wish it done.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">From thy false tears I did distil<br /></span> -<span class="i4">An essence which hath strength to kill;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From thy own heart I then did wring<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The black blood in its blackest spring;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From thy own smile I snatched the snake,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For there it coiled as in a brake;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From thy own lip I drew the charm<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which gave all these their chiefest harm;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In proving every poison known,<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">I found the strongest was thine own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">By the cold breast and serpent smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By thy unfathomed gulfs of guile,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By that most seeming virtuous eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By the perfection of thine art<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which passed for human thine own heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By thy delight in others' pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And by thy brotherhood of Cain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I call upon thee! and compel<a name="FNanchor_av" id="FNanchor_av"></a><a href="#Footnote_av" class="fnanchor">[av]</a><span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thyself to be thy proper Hell!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">And on thy head I pour the vial<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which doth devote thee to this trial;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Nor to slumber, nor to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Shall be in thy destiny;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Though thy death shall still seem near<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To thy wish, but as a fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Lo! the spell now works around thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the clankless chain hath bound thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O'er thy heart and brain together<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hath the word been passed—now wither!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Oblivion—self-oblivion!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye offer so profusely—what I ask?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. It is not in our essence, in our skill;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But—thou may'st die.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Will Death bestow it on me?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We are immortal, and do not forget;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We are eternal; and to us the past<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is, as the future, present. Art thou answered?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Ye mock me—but the Power which brought ye here<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Mind—the Spirit—the Promethean spark,<a id="FNanchor_at"></a><a href="#Footnote_at" class="fnanchor">[at]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The lightning of my being, is as bright,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pervading, and far darting as your own,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And shall not yield to yours, though cooped in clay!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Answer, or I will teach you what I am.<a id="FNanchor_au"></a><a href="#Footnote_au" class="fnanchor">[au]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We answer—as we answered; our reply<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is even in thine own words.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Why say ye so?<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. If, as thou say'st, thine essence be as ours,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We have replied in telling thee, the thing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mortals call death hath nought to do with us.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I then have called ye from your realms in vain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Say<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>—<a id="FNanchor_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113" class="fnanchor">[113]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What we possess we offer; it is thine:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bethink ere thou dismiss us; ask again;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and length of days—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Accurséd! what have I to do with days?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They are too long already.—Hence—begone!<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Yet pause: being here, our will would do thee service;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bethink thee, is there then no other gift<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man.</i> No, none: yet stay—one moment, ere we part,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would behold ye face to face. I hear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Music on the waters;<a id="FNanchor_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114" class="fnanchor">[114]</a> and I see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The steady aspect of a clear large Star;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But nothing more. Approach me as ye are,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or one—or all—in your accustomed forms.<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. We have no forms, beyond the elements<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of which we are the mind and principle:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But choose a form—in that we will appear.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I have no choice; there is no form on earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hideous or beautiful to me. Let him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As unto him may seem most fitting—Come!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Seventh Spirit (appearing in the shape of a beautiful female figure)</i>.<a id="FNanchor_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115" class="fnanchor">[115]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0"> Behold!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Oh God! if it be thus, and <i>thou</i><a id="FNanchor_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116" class="fnanchor">[116]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Art not a madness and a mockery,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I yet might be most happy. I will clasp thee,<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we again will be——<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The figure vanishes.</i></span><br ></span> +<span class="i24">My heart is crushed!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>falls senseless</i>.</span><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="sdir">(<i>A voice is heard in the Incantation which follows.</i>)<a id="FNanchor_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117" class="fnanchor">[117]</a></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">When the Moon is on the wave,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">And the glow-worm in the grass,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_92">[92]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">And the meteor on the grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">And the wisp on the morass;<a id="FNanchor_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118" class="fnanchor">[118]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i4">When the falling stars are shooting,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And the answered owls are hooting,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And the silent leaves are still<br ></span> +<span class="i4">In the shadow of the hill,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Shall my soul be upon thine,<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">With a power and with a sign.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Though thy slumber may be deep,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Yet thy Spirit shall not sleep;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">There are shades which will not vanish,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">There are thoughts thou canst not banish;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">By a Power to thee unknown,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thou canst never be alone;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thou art gathered in a cloud;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And for ever shalt thou dwell<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">In the spirit of this spell.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Though thou seest me not pass by,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thou shalt feel me with thine eye<br ></span> +<span class="i4">As a thing that, though unseen,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Must be near thee, and hath been;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And when in that secret dread<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thou hast turned around thy head,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thou shalt marvel I am not<br ></span> +<span class="i4">As thy shadow on the spot,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_93">[93]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">And the power which thou dost feel<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Shall be what thou must conceal.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">And a magic voice and verse<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Hath baptized thee with a curse;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And a Spirit of the air<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Hath begirt thee with a snare;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">In the wind there is a voice<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Shall forbid thee to rejoice;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And to thee shall Night deny<br ></span> +<span class="i4">All the quiet of her sky;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And the day shall have a sun,<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Which shall make thee wish it done.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">From thy false tears I did distil<br ></span> +<span class="i4">An essence which hath strength to kill;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">From thy own heart I then did wring<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The black blood in its blackest spring;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">From thy own smile I snatched the snake,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">For there it coiled as in a brake;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">From thy own lip I drew the charm<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Which gave all these their chiefest harm;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">In proving every poison known,<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">I found the strongest was thine own.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">By the cold breast and serpent smile,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">By thy unfathomed gulfs of guile,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">By that most seeming virtuous eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">By the perfection of thine art<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Which passed for human thine own heart;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">By thy delight in others' pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And by thy brotherhood of Cain,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">I call upon thee! and compel<a id="FNanchor_av"></a><a href="#Footnote_av" class="fnanchor">[av]</a><span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thyself to be thy proper Hell!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">And on thy head I pour the vial<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Which doth devote thee to this trial;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Nor to slumber, nor to die,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Shall be in thy destiny;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_94">[94]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Though thy death shall still seem near<br ></span> +<span class="i4">To thy wish, but as a fear;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Lo! the spell now works around thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And the clankless chain hath bound thee;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">O'er thy heart and brain together<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Hath the word been passed—now wither!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II.—<i>The Mountain of the Jungfrau</i>.—<i>Time, Morning</i>.—<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>alone upon the cliffs.</i></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. The spirits I have raised abandon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spells which I have studied baffle me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The remedy I recked of tortured me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lean no more on superhuman aid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It hath no power upon the past, and for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The future, till the past be gulfed in darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not of my search.—My Mother Earth!<a name="FNanchor_119" id="FNanchor_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119" class="fnanchor">[119]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou fresh-breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou, the bright Eye of the Universe,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That openest over all, and unto all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Art a delight—thou shin'st not on my heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you, ye crags, upon whose extreme edge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stand, and on the torrent's brink beneath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dizziness of distance; when a leap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A stir, a motion, even a breath, would bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rest for ever—wherefore do I pause?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel the impulse—yet I do not plunge;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see the peril—yet do not recede;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my brain reels—and yet my foot is firm:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a power upon me which withholds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And makes it my fatality to live,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be life to wear within myself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This barrenness of Spirit, and to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My own Soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To justify my deeds unto myself—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last infirmity of evil. Aye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>An Eagle passes.</i></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose happy flight is highest into heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well may'st thou swoop so near me—I should be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy prey, and gorge thine eaglets; thou art gone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the eye cannot follow thee; but thine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet pierces downward, onward, or above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a pervading vision.—Beautiful!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How beautiful is all this visible world!<a name="FNanchor_120" id="FNanchor_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120" class="fnanchor">[120]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How glorious in its action and itself!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half dust, half deity, alike unfit<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sink or soar, with our mixed essence make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A conflict of its elements, and breathe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The breath of degradation and of pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Contending with low wants and lofty will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till our Mortality predominates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And men are—what they name not to themselves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trust not to each other. Hark! the note,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Shepherd's pipe in the distance is heard.</i></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The natural music of the mountain reed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For here the patriarchal days are not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pastoral fable—pipes in the liberal air,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_121" id="FNanchor_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121" class="fnanchor">[121]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My soul would drink those echoes. Oh, that I were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A living voice, a breathing harmony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bodiless enjoyment<a name="FNanchor_122" id="FNanchor_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122" class="fnanchor">[122]</a>—born and dying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the blest tone which made me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. The spirits I have raised abandon me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The spells which I have studied baffle me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The remedy I recked of tortured me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I lean no more on superhuman aid;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It hath no power upon the past, and for<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The future, till the past be gulfed in darkness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is not of my search.—My Mother Earth!<a id="FNanchor_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119" class="fnanchor">[119]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou fresh-breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou, the bright Eye of the Universe,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That openest over all, and unto all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Art a delight—thou shin'st not on my heart.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you, ye crags, upon whose extreme edge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I stand, and on the torrent's brink beneath<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In dizziness of distance; when a leap,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A stir, a motion, even a breath, would bring<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To rest for ever—wherefore do I pause?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I feel the impulse—yet I do not plunge;<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I see the peril—yet do not recede;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And my brain reels—and yet my foot is firm:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is a power upon me which withholds,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And makes it my fatality to live,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If it be life to wear within myself<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This barrenness of Spirit, and to be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My own Soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_95">[95]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To justify my deeds unto myself—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The last infirmity of evil. Aye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>An Eagle passes.</i></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose happy flight is highest into heaven,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Well may'st thou swoop so near me—I should be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy prey, and gorge thine eaglets; thou art gone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the eye cannot follow thee; but thine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet pierces downward, onward, or above,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a pervading vision.—Beautiful!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How beautiful is all this visible world!<a id="FNanchor_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120" class="fnanchor">[120]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">How glorious in its action and itself!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Half dust, half deity, alike unfit<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To sink or soar, with our mixed essence make<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A conflict of its elements, and breathe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The breath of degradation and of pride,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Contending with low wants and lofty will,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till our Mortality predominates,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And men are—what they name not to themselves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And trust not to each other. Hark! the note,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Shepherd's pipe in the distance is heard.</i></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The natural music of the mountain reed—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For here the patriarchal days are not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A pastoral fable—pipes in the liberal air,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_96">[96]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121" class="fnanchor">[121]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My soul would drink those echoes. Oh, that I were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A living voice, a breathing harmony,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A bodiless enjoyment<a id="FNanchor_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122" class="fnanchor">[122]</a>—born and dying<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the blest tone which made me!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter from below a</i> <span class="smcap">Chamois Hunter</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Chamois Hunter</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Even so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This way the Chamois leapt: her nimble feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have baffled me; my gains to-day will scarce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repay my break-neck travail.—What is here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who seems not of my trade, and yet hath reached<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A height which none even of our mountaineers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save our best hunters, may attain: his garb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is goodly, his mien manly, and his air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud as a free-born peasant's, at this distance:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will approach him nearer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>not perceiving the other</i>). To be thus—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grey-haired with anguish, like these blasted pines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless,<a name="FNanchor_123" id="FNanchor_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123" class="fnanchor">[123]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A blighted trunk upon a curséd root,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which but supplies a feeling to Decay—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to be thus, eternally but thus,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Having been otherwise! Now furrowed o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With wrinkles, ploughed by moments, not by years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hours, all tortured into ages—hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I outlive!—Ye toppling crags of ice!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye Avalanches, whom a breath draws down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear ye momently above, beneath,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crash with a frequent conflict;<a name="FNanchor_124" id="FNanchor_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124" class="fnanchor">[124]</a> but ye pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only fall on things that still would live;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the young flourishing forest, or the hut<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hamlet of the harmless villager.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. The mists begin to rise from up the valley;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll warn him to descend, or he may chance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lose at once his way and life together.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. The mists boil up around the glaciers; clouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell,<a name="FNanchor_aw" id="FNanchor_aw"></a><a href="#Footnote_aw" class="fnanchor">[aw]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose every wave breaks on a living shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaped with the damned like pebbles.—I am giddy.<a name="FNanchor_125" id="FNanchor_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125" class="fnanchor">[125]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. I must approach him cautiously; if near,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sudden step will startle him, and he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems tottering already.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Mountains have fallen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rocking their Alpine brethren; filling up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ripe green valleys with Destruction's splinters;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Damming the rivers with a sudden dash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which crushed the waters into mist, and made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fountains find another channel—thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>—<a name="FNanchor_126" id="FNanchor_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126" class="fnanchor">[126]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why stood I not beneath it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Friend! have a care,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your next step may be fatal!—for the love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Him who made you, stand not on that brink!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>not hearing him</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such would have been for me a fitting tomb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bones had then been quiet in their depth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They had not then been strewn upon the rocks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the wind's pastime—as thus—thus they shall be—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this one plunge.—Farewell, ye opening Heavens!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look not upon me thus reproachfully—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You were not meant for me—Earth! take these atoms!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Chamois Hunter</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Even so<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This way the Chamois leapt: her nimble feet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have baffled me; my gains to-day will scarce<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Repay my break-neck travail.—What is here?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who seems not of my trade, and yet hath reached<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A height which none even of our mountaineers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save our best hunters, may attain: his garb<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is goodly, his mien manly, and his air<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Proud as a free-born peasant's, at this distance:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will approach him nearer.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>not perceiving the other</i>). To be thus—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Grey-haired with anguish, like these blasted pines,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless,<a id="FNanchor_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123" class="fnanchor">[123]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A blighted trunk upon a curséd root,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which but supplies a feeling to Decay—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to be thus, eternally but thus,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Having been otherwise! Now furrowed o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With wrinkles, ploughed by moments, not by years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hours, all tortured into ages—hours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which I outlive!—Ye toppling crags of ice!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Avalanches, whom a breath draws down<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I hear ye momently above, beneath,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_97">[97]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Crash with a frequent conflict;<a id="FNanchor_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124" class="fnanchor">[124]</a> but ye pass,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And only fall on things that still would live;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the young flourishing forest, or the hut<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hamlet of the harmless villager.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. The mists begin to rise from up the valley;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll warn him to descend, or he may chance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lose at once his way and life together.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. The mists boil up around the glaciers; clouds<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell,<a id="FNanchor_aw"></a><a href="#Footnote_aw" class="fnanchor">[aw]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose every wave breaks on a living shore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heaped with the damned like pebbles.—I am giddy.<a id="FNanchor_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125" class="fnanchor">[125]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. I must approach him cautiously; if near,<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sudden step will startle him, and he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seems tottering already.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Mountains have fallen,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rocking their Alpine brethren; filling up<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ripe green valleys with Destruction's splinters;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Damming the rivers with a sudden dash,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which crushed the waters into mist, and made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their fountains find another channel—thus,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>—<a id="FNanchor_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126" class="fnanchor">[126]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why stood I not beneath it?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Friend! have a care,<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your next step may be fatal!—for the love<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Him who made you, stand not on that brink!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>not hearing him</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such would have been for me a fitting tomb;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My bones had then been quiet in their depth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They had not then been strewn upon the rocks<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the wind's pastime—as thus—thus they shall be—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In this one plunge.—Farewell, ye opening Heavens!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Look not upon me thus reproachfully—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You were not meant for me—Earth! take these atoms!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>As</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>is in act to spring from the cliff, the</i> <span class="smcap">Chamois Hunter</span> <i>seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Hold, madman!—though aweary of thy life,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stain not our pure vales with thy guilty blood:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away with me——I will not quit my hold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Hold, madman!—though aweary of thy life,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stain not our pure vales with thy guilty blood:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Away with me——I will not quit my hold.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I am most sick at heart—nay, grasp me not—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am all feebleness—the mountains whirl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spinning around me——I grow blind——What art thou?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I am most sick at heart—nay, grasp me not—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am all feebleness—the mountains whirl<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spinning around me——I grow blind——What art thou?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. I'll answer that anon.—Away with me——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The clouds grow thicker——there—now lean on me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Place your foot here—here, take this staff, and cling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment to that shrub—now give me your hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hold fast by my girdle—softly—well—<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Chalet will be gained within an hour:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come on, we'll quickly find a surer footing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And something like a pathway, which the torrent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath washed since winter.—Come,'tis bravely done—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You should have been a hunter.—Follow me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. I'll answer that anon.—Away with me——<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The clouds grow thicker——there—now lean on me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Place your foot here—here, take this staff, and cling<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment to that shrub—now give me your hand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hold fast by my girdle—softly—well—<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Chalet will be gained within an hour:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Come on, we'll quickly find a surer footing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And something like a pathway, which the torrent<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath washed since winter.—Come,'tis bravely done—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You should have been a hunter.—Follow me.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>As they descend the rocks with difficulty, the scene closes.</i></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> <h3>ACT II.</h3> @@ -5302,134 +5257,134 @@ the scene closes.</i></p> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Chamois Hunter</span>.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. No—no—yet pause—thou must not yet go forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy mind and body are alike unfit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To trust each other, for some hours, at least;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thou art better, I will be thy guide—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But whither?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>It imports not: I do know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My route full well, and need no further guidance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineage—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One of the many chiefs, whose castled crags<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look o'er the lower valleys—which of these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May call thee lord? I only know their portals;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My way of life leads me but rarely down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bask by the huge hearths of those old halls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carousing with the vassals; but the paths,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which step from out our mountains to their doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know from childhood—which of these is thine?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. No matter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Well, Sir, pardon me the question,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be of better cheer. Come, taste my wine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis of an ancient vintage; many a day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'T has thawed my veins among our glaciers, now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it do thus for thine—Come, pledge me fairly!<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Away, away! there's blood upon the brim!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will it then never—never sink in the earth?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. What dost thou mean? thy senses wander from thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I say 'tis blood—my blood! the pure warm stream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we were in our youth, and had one heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And loved each other as we should not love,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_127" id="FNanchor_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127" class="fnanchor">[127]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this was shed: but still it rises up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where thou art not—and I shall never be.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Man of strange words, and some half-maddening sin,<a name="FNanchor_ax" id="FNanchor_ax"></a><a href="#Footnote_ax" class="fnanchor">[ax]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes thee people vacancy, whate'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy dread and sufferance be, there's comfort yet—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The aid of holy men, and heavenly patience——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Patience—and patience! Hence—that word was made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am not of thine order.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Thanks to Heaven!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not be of thine for the free fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of William Tell; but whatsoe'er thine ill,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It must be borne, and these wild starts are useless.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Do I not bear it?—Look on me—I live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun.</i> This is convulsion, and no healthful life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I tell thee, man! I have lived many years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many long years, but they are nothing now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those which I must number: ages—ages—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Space and eternity—and consciousness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the fierce thirst of death—and still unslaked!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Why on thy brow the seal of middle age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath scarce been set; I am thine elder far.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_128" id="FNanchor_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128" class="fnanchor">[128]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It doth; but actions are our epochs: mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made my days and nights imperishable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Innumerable atoms; and one desert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nothing rests, save carcasses and wrecks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Alas! he's mad—but yet I must not leave him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I would I were—for then the things I see<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would be but a distempered dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>What is it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thou dost see, or think thou look'st upon?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Myself, and thee—a peasant of the Alps—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy humble virtues, hospitable home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spirit patient, pious, proud, and free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy days of health, and nights of sleep; thy toils,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By danger dignified, yet guiltless; hopes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With cross and garland over its green turf,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This do I see—and then I look within—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It matters not—my Soul was scorched already!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. And would'st thou then exchange thy lot for mine?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. No, friend! I would not wrong thee, nor exchange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My lot with living being: I can bear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However wretchedly, 'tis still to bear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In life what others could not brook to dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But perish in their slumber.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>And with this—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This cautious feeling for another's pain,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Canst thou be black with evil?—say not so.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can one of gentle thoughts have wreaked revenge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his enemies?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Oh! no, no, no!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My injuries came down on those who loved me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On those whom I best loved: I never quelled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An enemy, save in my just defence—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my embrace was fatal.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Heaven give thee rest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Penitence restore thee to thyself;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My prayers shall be for thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>I need them not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But can endure thy pity. I depart—<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis time—farewell!—Here's gold, and thanks for thee—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No words—it is thy due.—Follow me not—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know my path—the mountain peril's past:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And once again I charge thee, follow not!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. No—no—yet pause—thou must not yet go forth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy mind and body are alike unfit<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To trust each other, for some hours, at least;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When thou art better, I will be thy guide—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But whither?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>It imports not: I do know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My route full well, and need no further guidance.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineage—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One of the many chiefs, whose castled crags<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Look o'er the lower valleys—which of these<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May call thee lord? I only know their portals;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My way of life leads me but rarely down<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To bask by the huge hearths of those old halls,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Carousing with the vassals; but the paths,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which step from out our mountains to their doors,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know from childhood—which of these is thine?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. No matter.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Well, Sir, pardon me the question,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And be of better cheer. Come, taste my wine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis of an ancient vintage; many a day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'T has thawed my veins among our glaciers, now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let it do thus for thine—Come, pledge me fairly!<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Away, away! there's blood upon the brim!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will it then never—never sink in the earth?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. What dost thou mean? thy senses wander from thee.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I say 'tis blood—my blood! the pure warm stream<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When we were in our youth, and had one heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And loved each other as we should not love,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_100">[100]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127" class="fnanchor">[127]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this was shed: but still it rises up,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from Heaven,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where thou art not—and I shall never be.<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Man of strange words, and some half-maddening sin,<a id="FNanchor_ax"></a><a href="#Footnote_ax" class="fnanchor">[ax]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes thee people vacancy, whate'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy dread and sufferance be, there's comfort yet—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The aid of holy men, and heavenly patience——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Patience—and patience! Hence—that word was made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am not of thine order.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Thanks to Heaven!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not be of thine for the free fame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of William Tell; but whatsoe'er thine ill,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It must be borne, and these wild starts are useless.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Do I not bear it?—Look on me—I live.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun.</i> This is convulsion, and no healthful life.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I tell thee, man! I have lived many years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Many long years, but they are nothing now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To those which I must number: ages—ages—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Space and eternity—and consciousness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the fierce thirst of death—and still unslaked!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Why on thy brow the seal of middle age<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath scarce been set; I am thine elder far.<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_101">[101]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128" class="fnanchor">[128]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It doth; but actions are our epochs: mine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have made my days and nights imperishable,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Innumerable atoms; and one desert,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But nothing rests, save carcasses and wrecks,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. Alas! he's mad—but yet I must not leave him.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I would I were—for then the things I see<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would be but a distempered dream.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>What is it<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That thou dost see, or think thou look'st upon?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Myself, and thee—a peasant of the Alps—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy humble virtues, hospitable home,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And spirit patient, pious, proud, and free;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy days of health, and nights of sleep; thy toils,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By danger dignified, yet guiltless; hopes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With cross and garland over its green turf,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This do I see—and then I look within—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It matters not—my Soul was scorched already!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>. And would'st thou then exchange thy lot for mine?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. No, friend! I would not wrong thee, nor exchange<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My lot with living being: I can bear—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">However wretchedly, 'tis still to bear—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In life what others could not brook to dream,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But perish in their slumber.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>And with this—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This cautious feeling for another's pain,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Canst thou be black with evil?—say not so.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can one of gentle thoughts have wreaked revenge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his enemies?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Oh! no, no, no!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My injuries came down on those who loved me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On those whom I best loved: I never quelled<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An enemy, save in my just defence—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But my embrace was fatal.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_102">[102]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>C. Hun</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Heaven give thee rest!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Penitence restore thee to thyself;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My prayers shall be for thee.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>I need them not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But can endure thy pity. I depart—<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time—farewell!—Here's gold, and thanks for thee—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No words—it is thy due.—Follow me not—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know my path—the mountain peril's past:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And once again I charge thee, follow not!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> @@ -5438,18 +5393,18 @@ the scene closes.</i></p> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is not noon—the Sunbow's rays<a name="FNanchor_129" id="FNanchor_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129" class="fnanchor">[129]</a> still arch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The torrent with the many hues of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And roll the sheeted silver's waving column<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fling its lines of foaming light along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As told in the Apocalypse.<a name="FNanchor_130" id="FNanchor_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130" class="fnanchor">[130]</a> No eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mine now drink this sight of loveliness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should be sole in this sweet solitude,<span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with the Spirit of the place divide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The homage of these waters.—I will call her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is not noon—the Sunbow's rays<a id="FNanchor_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129" class="fnanchor">[129]</a> still arch<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The torrent with the many hues of heaven,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And roll the sheeted silver's waving column<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fling its lines of foaming light along,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As told in the Apocalypse.<a id="FNanchor_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130" class="fnanchor">[130]</a> No eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But mine now drink this sight of loveliness;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I should be sole in this sweet solitude,<span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_103">[103]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And with the Spirit of the place divide<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The homage of these waters.—I will call her.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>takes some of the water into the palm of his hand and flings @@ -5458,313 +5413,313 @@ it into the air, muttering the adjuration. After a pause, the</i> <i>rises beneath the arch of the sunbow of the torrent.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beautiful Spirit! with thy hair of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dazzling eyes of glory, in whose form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The charms of Earth's least mortal daughters grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To an unearthly stature, in an essence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of purer elements; while the hues of youth,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carnationed like a sleeping Infant's cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rocked by the beating of her mother's heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the rose tints, which Summer's twilight leaves<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the lofty Glacier's virgin snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blush of earth embracing with her Heaven,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tinge thy celestial aspect, and make tame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauties of the Sunbow which bends o'er thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beautiful Spirit! in thy calm clear brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherein is glassed serenity of Soul,<a name="FNanchor_ay" id="FNanchor_ay"></a><a href="#Footnote_ay" class="fnanchor">[ay]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which of itself shows immortality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I read that thou wilt pardon to a Son<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Earth, whom the abstruser powers permit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times to commune with them—if that he<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avail him of his spells—to call thee thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gaze on thee a moment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Son of Earth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know thee, and the Powers which give thee power!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know thee for a man of many thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deeds of good and ill, extreme in both,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fatal and fated in thy sufferings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have expected this—what would'st thou with me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. To look upon thy beauty—nothing further.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The face of the earth hath maddened me, and I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take refuge in her mysteries, and pierce<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the abodes of those who govern her—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they can nothing aid me. I have sought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From them what they could not bestow, and now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I search no further.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>What could be the quest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is not in the power of the most powerful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rulers of the invisible?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>A boon;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why should I repeat it? 'twere in vain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. I know not that; let thy lips utter it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Well, though it torture me, 'tis but the same;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Spirit walked not with the souls of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor looked upon the earth with human eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thirst of their ambition was not mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The aim of their existence was not mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My joys—my griefs—my passions—and my powers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made me a stranger; though I wore the form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had no sympathy with breathing flesh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor midst the Creatures of Clay that girded me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was there but One who—but of her anon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I said with men, and with the thoughts of men,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I held but slight communion; but instead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My joy was in the wilderness,—to breathe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The difficult air of the iced mountain's top,<a name="FNanchor_131" id="FNanchor_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131" class="fnanchor">[131]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the birds dare not build—nor insect's wing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flit o'er the herbless granite; or to plunge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the torrent, and to roll along<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the swift whirl of the new-breaking wave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of river-stream, or Ocean, in their flow.<a name="FNanchor_132" id="FNanchor_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132" class="fnanchor">[132]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these my early strength exulted; or<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To follow through the night the moving moon,<a name="FNanchor_133" id="FNanchor_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133" class="fnanchor">[133]</a><span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars and their development; or catch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dazzling lightnings till my eyes grew dim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Autumn winds were at their evening song.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These were my pastimes, and to be alone;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if the beings, of whom I was one,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hating to be so,—crossed me in my path,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt myself degraded back to them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was all clay again. And then I dived,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my lone wanderings, to the caves of Death,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Searching its cause in its effect; and drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From withered bones, and skulls, and heaped up dust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conclusions most forbidden.<a name="FNanchor_134" id="FNanchor_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134" class="fnanchor">[134]</a> Then I passed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nights of years in sciences untaught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save in the old-time; and with time and toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And terrible ordeal, and such penance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As in itself hath power upon the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spirits that do compass air and earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Space, and the peopled Infinite, I made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine eyes familiar with Eternity,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as, before me, did the Magi, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who from out their fountain-dwellings raised<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eros and Anteros,<a name="FNanchor_135" id="FNanchor_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135" class="fnanchor">[135]</a> at Gadara,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I do thee;—and with my knowledge grew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thirst of knowledge, and the power and joy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this most bright intelligence, until——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. Proceed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boasting these idle attributes, because<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I approach the core of my heart's grief—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But—to my task. I have not named to thee<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With whom I wore the chain of human ties;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I had such, they seemed not such to me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet there was One——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Spare not thyself—proceed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. She was like me in lineaments—her eyes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her hair—her features—all, to the very tone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But softened all, and tempered into beauty:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To comprehend the Universe: nor these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tenderness—but that I had for her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humility—and that I never had.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her faults were mine—her virtues were her own—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I loved her, and destroyed her!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>With thy hand?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw—and could not stanch it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>And for this—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A being of the race thou dost despise—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The order, which thine own would rise above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink'st back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To recreant mortality——Away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Daughter of Air! I tell thee, since that hour—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But words are breath—look on me in my sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My solitude is solitude no more,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But peopled with the Furies;—I have gnashed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My teeth in darkness till returning morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For madness as a blessing—'tis denied me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have affronted Death—but in the war<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of elements the waters shrunk from me,<a name="FNanchor_136" id="FNanchor_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136" class="fnanchor">[136]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Back by a single hair, which would not break.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Fantasy, Imagination, all<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The affluence of my soul—which one day was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness<a name="FNanchor_137" id="FNanchor_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_137" class="fnanchor">[137]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought in all, save where 'tis to be found—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that I have to learn—my Sciences,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My long pursued and superhuman art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And live—and live for ever.<a name="FNanchor_az" id="FNanchor_az"></a><a href="#Footnote_az" class="fnanchor">[az]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>It may be<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I can aid thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>To do this thy power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must wake the dead, or lay me low with them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do so—in any shape—in any hour—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With any torture—so it be the last.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. That is not in my province; but if thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wilt swear obedience to my will, and do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bidding, it may help thee to thy wishes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I will not swear—Obey! and whom? the Spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose presence I command, and be the slave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those who served me—Never!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Is this all?<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast thou no gentler answer?—Yet bethink thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pause ere thou rejectest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>I have said it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. Enough! I may retire then—say!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Retire!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Witch</span> <i>disappears.</i></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>alone</i>). We are the fools of Time and Terror: Days<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the days of this detested yoke—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This vital weight upon the struggling heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or joy that ends in agony or faintness—<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the days of past and future—for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In life there is no present—we can number<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How few—how less than few—wherein the soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forbears to pant for death, and yet draws back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As from a stream in winter, though the chill<a name="FNanchor_ba" id="FNanchor_ba"></a><a href="#Footnote_ba" class="fnanchor">[ba]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be but a moment's. I have one resource<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still in my science—I can call the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ask them what it is we dread to be:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sternest answer can but be the Grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that is nothing: if they answer not—<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The buried Prophet answered to the Hag<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Endor; and the Spartan Monarch drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Byzantine maid's unsleeping spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An answer and his destiny—he slew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That which he loved, unknowing what he slew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And died unpardoned—though he called in aid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Phyxian Jove, and in Phigalia roused<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Arcadian Evocators to compel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The indignant shadow to depose her wrath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or fix her term of vengeance—she replied<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In words of dubious import, but fulfilled.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_138" id="FNanchor_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_138" class="fnanchor">[138]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I had never lived, that which I love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had still been living; had I never loved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That which I love would still be beautiful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy and giving happiness. What is she?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is she now?—a sufferer for my sins—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing I dare not think upon—or nothing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within few hours I shall not call in vain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in this hour I dread the thing I dare:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until this hour I never shrunk to gaze<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">On spirit, good or evil—now I tremble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I can act even what I most abhor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And champion human fears.—The night approaches.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III.—<i>The summit of the Jungfrau Mountain.</i></h4> +<span class="i0">Beautiful Spirit! with thy hair of light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And dazzling eyes of glory, in whose form<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The charms of Earth's least mortal daughters grow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To an unearthly stature, in an essence<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of purer elements; while the hues of youth,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Carnationed like a sleeping Infant's cheek,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rocked by the beating of her mother's heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or the rose tints, which Summer's twilight leaves<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the lofty Glacier's virgin snow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The blush of earth embracing with her Heaven,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tinge thy celestial aspect, and make tame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The beauties of the Sunbow which bends o'er thee.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beautiful Spirit! in thy calm clear brow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein is glassed serenity of Soul,<a id="FNanchor_ay"></a><a href="#Footnote_ay" class="fnanchor">[ay]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which of itself shows immortality,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I read that thou wilt pardon to a Son<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Earth, whom the abstruser powers permit<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At times to commune with them—if that he<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Avail him of his spells—to call thee thus,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And gaze on thee a moment.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Son of Earth!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know thee, and the Powers which give thee power!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know thee for a man of many thoughts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And deeds of good and ill, extreme in both,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fatal and fated in thy sufferings.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have expected this—what would'st thou with me?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. To look upon thy beauty—nothing further.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The face of the earth hath maddened me, and I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Take refuge in her mysteries, and pierce<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the abodes of those who govern her—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But they can nothing aid me. I have sought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From them what they could not bestow, and now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I search no further.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_104">[104]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>What could be the quest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is not in the power of the most powerful,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rulers of the invisible?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>A boon;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But why should I repeat it? 'twere in vain.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. I know not that; let thy lips utter it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Well, though it torture me, 'tis but the same;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Spirit walked not with the souls of men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor looked upon the earth with human eyes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thirst of their ambition was not mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The aim of their existence was not mine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My joys—my griefs—my passions—and my powers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Made me a stranger; though I wore the form,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had no sympathy with breathing flesh,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor midst the Creatures of Clay that girded me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was there but One who—but of her anon.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I said with men, and with the thoughts of men,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I held but slight communion; but instead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My joy was in the wilderness,—to breathe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The difficult air of the iced mountain's top,<a id="FNanchor_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131" class="fnanchor">[131]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the birds dare not build—nor insect's wing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Flit o'er the herbless granite; or to plunge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into the torrent, and to roll along<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the swift whirl of the new-breaking wave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of river-stream, or Ocean, in their flow.<a id="FNanchor_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132" class="fnanchor">[132]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In these my early strength exulted; or<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To follow through the night the moving moon,<a id="FNanchor_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133" class="fnanchor">[133]</a><span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The stars and their development; or catch<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dazzling lightnings till my eyes grew dim;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Autumn winds were at their evening song.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These were my pastimes, and to be alone;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_105">[105]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For if the beings, of whom I was one,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hating to be so,—crossed me in my path,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I felt myself degraded back to them,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And was all clay again. And then I dived,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In my lone wanderings, to the caves of Death,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Searching its cause in its effect; and drew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From withered bones, and skulls, and heaped up dust<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Conclusions most forbidden.<a id="FNanchor_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134" class="fnanchor">[134]</a> Then I passed—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The nights of years in sciences untaught,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save in the old-time; and with time and toil,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And terrible ordeal, and such penance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As in itself hath power upon the air,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And spirits that do compass air and earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Space, and the peopled Infinite, I made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mine eyes familiar with Eternity,<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as, before me, did the Magi, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He who from out their fountain-dwellings raised<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Eros and Anteros,<a id="FNanchor_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135" class="fnanchor">[135]</a> at Gadara,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I do thee;—and with my knowledge grew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thirst of knowledge, and the power and joy<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of this most bright intelligence, until——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. Proceed.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Boasting these idle attributes, because<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_106">[106]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I approach the core of my heart's grief—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But—to my task. I have not named to thee<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With whom I wore the chain of human ties;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I had such, they seemed not such to me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet there was One——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Spare not thyself—proceed.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. She was like me in lineaments—her eyes—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her hair—her features—all, to the very tone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But softened all, and tempered into beauty:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To comprehend the Universe: nor these<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And tenderness—but that I had for her;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Humility—and that I never had.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her faults were mine—her virtues were her own—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I loved her, and destroyed her!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>With thy hand?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw—and could not stanch it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>And for this—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A being of the race thou dost despise—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The order, which thine own would rise above,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink'st back<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To recreant mortality——Away!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Daughter of Air! I tell thee, since that hour—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But words are breath—look on me in my sleep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My solitude is solitude no more,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But peopled with the Furies;—I have gnashed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My teeth in darkness till returning morn,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For madness as a blessing—'tis denied me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have affronted Death—but in the war<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_107">[107]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of elements the waters shrunk from me,<a id="FNanchor_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136" class="fnanchor">[136]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Back by a single hair, which would not break.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Fantasy, Imagination, all<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The affluence of my soul—which one day was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness<a id="FNanchor_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_137" class="fnanchor">[137]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sought in all, save where 'tis to be found—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that I have to learn—my Sciences,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My long pursued and superhuman art,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And live—and live for ever.<a id="FNanchor_az"></a><a href="#Footnote_az" class="fnanchor">[az]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>It may be<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I can aid thee.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>To do this thy power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must wake the dead, or lay me low with them.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Do so—in any shape—in any hour—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With any torture—so it be the last.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. That is not in my province; but if thou<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wilt swear obedience to my will, and do<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My bidding, it may help thee to thy wishes.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I will not swear—Obey! and whom? the Spirits<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose presence I command, and be the slave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of those who served me—Never!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Is this all?<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou no gentler answer?—Yet bethink thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And pause ere thou rejectest.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>I have said it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Witch</i>. Enough! I may retire then—say!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Retire!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Witch</span> <i>disappears.</i></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>alone</i>). We are the fools of Time and Terror: Days<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_108">[108]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all the days of this detested yoke—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This vital weight upon the struggling heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or joy that ends in agony or faintness—<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all the days of past and future—for<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In life there is no present—we can number<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How few—how less than few—wherein the soul<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forbears to pant for death, and yet draws back<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As from a stream in winter, though the chill<a id="FNanchor_ba"></a><a href="#Footnote_ba" class="fnanchor">[ba]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be but a moment's. I have one resource<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still in my science—I can call the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And ask them what it is we dread to be:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sternest answer can but be the Grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that is nothing: if they answer not—<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The buried Prophet answered to the Hag<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Endor; and the Spartan Monarch drew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the Byzantine maid's unsleeping spirit<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An answer and his destiny—he slew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That which he loved, unknowing what he slew,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And died unpardoned—though he called in aid<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Phyxian Jove, and in Phigalia roused<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Arcadian Evocators to compel<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The indignant shadow to depose her wrath,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or fix her term of vengeance—she replied<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In words of dubious import, but fulfilled.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_109">[109]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_138" class="fnanchor">[138]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I had never lived, that which I love<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had still been living; had I never loved,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That which I love would still be beautiful,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Happy and giving happiness. What is she?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What is she now?—a sufferer for my sins—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thing I dare not think upon—or nothing.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within few hours I shall not call in vain—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in this hour I dread the thing I dare:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until this hour I never shrunk to gaze<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">On spirit, good or evil—now I tremble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I can act even what I most abhor,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And champion human fears.—The night approaches.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br ></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III.—<i>The summit of the Jungfrau Mountain.</i></h4> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">First Destiny</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Moon is rising broad, and round, and bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here on snows, where never human foot<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_139" id="FNanchor_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_139" class="fnanchor">[139]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of common mortal trod, we nightly tread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave no traces: o'er the savage sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glassy ocean of the mountain ice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We skim its rugged breakers, which put on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frozen in a moment<a name="FNanchor_140" id="FNanchor_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_140" class="fnanchor">[140]</a>—a dead Whirlpool's image:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this most steep fantastic pinnacle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fretwork of some earthquake—where the clouds<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pause to repose themselves in passing by—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sacred to our revels, or our vigils;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here do I wait my sisters, on our way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Hall of Arimanes—for to-night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is our great festival<a name="FNanchor_141" id="FNanchor_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_141" class="fnanchor">[141]</a>—'tis strange they come not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Moon is rising broad, and round, and bright;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And here on snows, where never human foot<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_110">[110]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_139" class="fnanchor">[139]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of common mortal trod, we nightly tread,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And leave no traces: o'er the savage sea,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The glassy ocean of the mountain ice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We skim its rugged breakers, which put on<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Frozen in a moment<a id="FNanchor_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_140" class="fnanchor">[140]</a>—a dead Whirlpool's image:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this most steep fantastic pinnacle,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fretwork of some earthquake—where the clouds<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pause to repose themselves in passing by—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is sacred to our revels, or our vigils;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here do I wait my sisters, on our way<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Hall of Arimanes—for to-night<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is our great festival<a id="FNanchor_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_141" class="fnanchor">[141]</a>—'tis strange they come not.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>A Voice without, singing.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">The Captive Usurper,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Hurled down from the throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i10">Lay buried in torpor,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Forgotten and lone;<br /></span> -<span class="i10">I broke through his slumbers,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12">I shivered his chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i10">I leagued him with numbers—<br /></span> -<span class="i12">He's Tyrant again!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the blood of a million he'll answer my care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a Nation's destruction—his flight and despair!<a name="FNanchor_142" id="FNanchor_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_142" class="fnanchor">[142]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i10">The Captive Usurper,<br ></span> +<span class="i12">Hurled down from the throne,<br ></span> +<span class="i10">Lay buried in torpor,<br ></span> +<span class="i12">Forgotten and lone;<br ></span> +<span class="i10">I broke through his slumbers,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i12">I shivered his chain,<br ></span> +<span class="i10">I leagued him with numbers—<br ></span> +<span class="i12">He's Tyrant again!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the blood of a million he'll answer my care,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a Nation's destruction—his flight and despair!<a id="FNanchor_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_142" class="fnanchor">[142]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> <p class="sdir"><i>Second Voice, without.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Ship sailed on, the Ship sailed fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I left not a sail, and I left not a mast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is not a plank of the hull or the deck,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save one, whom I held, as he swam, by the hair,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he was a subject well worthy my care;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A traitor on land, and a pirate at sea—<a name="FNanchor_143" id="FNanchor_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_143" class="fnanchor">[143]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I saved him to wreak further havoc for me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Ship sailed on, the Ship sailed fast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I left not a sail, and I left not a mast;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is not a plank of the hull or the deck,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save one, whom I held, as he swam, by the hair,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he was a subject well worthy my care;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A traitor on land, and a pirate at sea—<a id="FNanchor_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_143" class="fnanchor">[143]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I saved him to wreak further havoc for me!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">First Destiny</span>, <i>answering.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">The City lies sleeping;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The morn, to deplore it,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">May dawn on it weeping:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Sullenly, slowly,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The black plague flew o'er it—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Thousands lie lowly;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Tens of thousands shall perish;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i8">The living shall fly from<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The sick they should cherish;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But nothing can vanquish<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The touch that they die from.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Sorrow and anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And evil and dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Envelope a nation;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The blest are the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Who see not the sight<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Of their own desolation;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i6">This work of a night—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This wreck of a realm—this deed of my doing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i6">The City lies sleeping;<br ></span> +<span class="i8">The morn, to deplore it,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">May dawn on it weeping:<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Sullenly, slowly,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">The black plague flew o'er it—<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Thousands lie lowly;<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Tens of thousands shall perish;<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i8">The living shall fly from<br ></span> +<span class="i6">The sick they should cherish;<br ></span> +<span class="i8">But nothing can vanquish<br ></span> +<span class="i6">The touch that they die from.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Sorrow and anguish,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">And evil and dread,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Envelope a nation;<br ></span> +<span class="i6">The blest are the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Who see not the sight<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Of their own desolation;<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i6">This work of a night—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This wreck of a realm—this deed of my doing—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing!<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Second</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Third Destinies</span>.</p> @@ -5772,555 +5727,555 @@ it into the air, muttering the adjuration. After a pause, the</i> <p class="sdir"><i>The Three.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">Our hands contain the hearts of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Our footsteps are their graves;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">We only give to take again<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The Spirits of our slaves!<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Our hands contain the hearts of men,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Our footsteps are their graves;<br ></span> +<span class="i6">We only give to take again<br ></span> +<span class="i8">The Spirits of our slaves!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>. Welcome!—Where's Nemesis?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>. Welcome!—Where's Nemesis?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Second Des</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>At some great work;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what I know not, for my hands were full.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Second Des</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>At some great work;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But what I know not, for my hands were full.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Third Des</i>. Behold she cometh.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Third Des</i>. Behold she cometh.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Nemesis</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Say, where hast thou been?<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Sisters and thyself are slow to-night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. I was detained repairing shattered thrones—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marrying fools, restoring dynasties—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avenging men upon their enemies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And making them repent their own revenge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goading the wise to madness; from the dull<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shaping out oracles to rule the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Afresh—for they were waxing out of date,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mortals dared to ponder for themselves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To weigh kings in the balance—and to speak<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Freedom, the forbidden fruit.—Away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have outstayed the hour—mount we our clouds!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Say, where hast thou been?<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Sisters and thyself are slow to-night.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. I was detained repairing shattered thrones—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Marrying fools, restoring dynasties—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Avenging men upon their enemies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And making them repent their own revenge;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Goading the wise to madness; from the dull<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shaping out oracles to rule the world<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Afresh—for they were waxing out of date,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mortals dared to ponder for themselves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To weigh kings in the balance—and to speak<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Freedom, the forbidden fruit.—Away!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We have outstayed the hour—mount we our clouds!<br ></span> <span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span> </div></div> <p> </p> -<h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV.—<i>The Hall ofArimanes.</i><a name="FNanchor_144" id="FNanchor_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_144" class="fnanchor">[144]</a>—<i>Arimanes -on his Throne, a Globe of Fire</i>,<a name="FNanchor_145" id="FNanchor_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_145" class="fnanchor">[145]</a> +<h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV.—<i>The Hall ofArimanes.</i><a id="FNanchor_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_144" class="fnanchor">[144]</a>—<i>Arimanes +on his Throne, a Globe of Fire</i>,<a id="FNanchor_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_145" class="fnanchor">[145]</a> <i>surrounded by the Spirits.</i></h4> <p class="sdir"><i>Hymn of the</i> <span class="smcap">Spirits</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hail to our Master!—Prince of Earth and Air!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who walks the clouds and waters—in his hand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sceptre of the Elements, which tear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Themselves to chaos at his high command!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He breatheth—and a tempest shakes the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He speaketh—and the clouds reply in thunder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He gazeth—from his glance the sunbeams flee;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He moveth—Earthquakes rend the world asunder.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath his footsteps the Volcanoes rise;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His shadow is the Pestilence: his path<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The comets herald through the crackling skies;<a name="FNanchor_bb" id="FNanchor_bb"></a><a href="#Footnote_bb" class="fnanchor">[bb]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Planets turn to ashes at his wrath.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him War offers daily sacrifice;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To him Death pays his tribute; Life is his,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all its Infinite of agonies—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his the Spirit of whatever is!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hail to our Master!—Prince of Earth and Air!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who walks the clouds and waters—in his hand<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_113">[113]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sceptre of the Elements, which tear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Themselves to chaos at his high command!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He breatheth—and a tempest shakes the sea;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He speaketh—and the clouds reply in thunder;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He gazeth—from his glance the sunbeams flee;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He moveth—Earthquakes rend the world asunder.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath his footsteps the Volcanoes rise;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His shadow is the Pestilence: his path<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The comets herald through the crackling skies;<a id="FNanchor_bb"></a><a href="#Footnote_bb" class="fnanchor">[bb]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Planets turn to ashes at his wrath.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him War offers daily sacrifice;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To him Death pays his tribute; Life is his,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all its Infinite of agonies—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And his the Spirit of whatever is!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Destinies</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nemesis</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>. Glory to Arimanes! on the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His power increaseth—both my sisters did<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His bidding, nor did I neglect my duty!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>. Glory to Arimanes! on the earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His power increaseth—both my sisters did<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His bidding, nor did I neglect my duty!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Second Des</i>. Glory to Arimanes! we who bow<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The necks of men, bow down before his throne!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Second Des</i>. Glory to Arimanes! we who bow<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The necks of men, bow down before his throne!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Third Des</i>. Glory to Arimanes! we await<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His nod!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Third Des</i>. Glory to Arimanes! we await<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His nod!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Sovereign of Sovereigns! we are thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all that liveth, more or less, is ours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And most things wholly so; still to increase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our power, increasing thine, demands our care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we are vigilant. Thy late commands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been fulfilled to the utmost.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Sovereign of Sovereigns! we are thine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all that liveth, more or less, is ours,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And most things wholly so; still to increase<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our power, increasing thine, demands our care,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we are vigilant. Thy late commands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have been fulfilled to the utmost.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A Spirit</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>What is here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mortal!—Thou most rash and fatal wretch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bow down and worship!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A Spirit</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>What is here?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A mortal!—Thou most rash and fatal wretch,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bow down and worship!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_114">[114]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Second Spirit</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>I do know the man—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Magian of great power, and fearful skill!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Second Spirit</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>I do know the man—<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Magian of great power, and fearful skill!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Third Spirit</i>. Bow down and worship, slave!—What, know'st thou not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine and our Sovereign?—Tremble, and obey!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Third Spirit</i>. Bow down and worship, slave!—What, know'st thou not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thine and our Sovereign?—Tremble, and obey!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>All the Spirits</i>. Prostrate thyself, and thy condemnéd clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Child of the Earth! or dread the worst.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>All the Spirits</i>. Prostrate thyself, and thy condemnéd clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Child of the Earth! or dread the worst.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>I know it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet ye see I kneel not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>I know it;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet ye see I kneel not.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fourth Spirit</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>'Twill be taught thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fourth Spirit</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>'Twill be taught thee.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. 'Tis taught already;—many a night on the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the bare ground, have I bowed down my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And strewed my head with ashes; I have known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fulness of humiliation—for<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my own desolation.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. 'Tis taught already;—many a night on the earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the bare ground, have I bowed down my face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And strewed my head with ashes; I have known<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fulness of humiliation—for<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To my own desolation.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fifth Spirit</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Dost thou dare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Refuse to Arimanes on his throne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What the whole earth accords, beholding not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The terror of his Glory?—Crouch! I say.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fifth Spirit</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Dost thou dare<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Refuse to Arimanes on his throne<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What the whole earth accords, beholding not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The terror of his Glory?—Crouch! I say.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Bid <i>him</i> bow down to that which is above him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The overruling Infinite—the Maker<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who made him not for worship—let him kneel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we will kneel together.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Bid <i>him</i> bow down to that which is above him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The overruling Infinite—the Maker<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who made him not for worship—let him kneel,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we will kneel together.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The Spirits</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Crush the worm!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tear him in pieces!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Spirits</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Crush the worm!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tear him in pieces!—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Hence! Avaunt!—he's mine.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prince of the Powers invisible! This man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is of no common order, as his port<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And presence here denote: his sufferings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been of an immortal nature—like<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our own; his knowledge, and his powers and will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As far as is compatible with clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which clogs the ethereal essence, have been such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As clay hath seldom borne; his aspirations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they have only taught him what we know—<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That knowledge is not happiness, and science<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_146" id="FNanchor_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_146" class="fnanchor">[146]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But an exchange of ignorance for that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is another kind of ignorance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is not all—the passions, attributes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Earth and Heaven, from which no power, nor being,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor breath from the worm upwards is exempt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have pierced his heart; and in their consequence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made him a thing—which—I who pity not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet pardon those who pity. He is mine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thine it may be; be it so, or not—<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No other Spirit in this region hath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A soul like his—or power upon his soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Hence! Avaunt!—he's mine.<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Prince of the Powers invisible! This man<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is of no common order, as his port<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And presence here denote: his sufferings<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have been of an immortal nature—like<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our own; his knowledge, and his powers and will,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As far as is compatible with clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which clogs the ethereal essence, have been such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As clay hath seldom borne; his aspirations<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they have only taught him what we know—<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That knowledge is not happiness, and science<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_115">[115]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_146" class="fnanchor">[146]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But an exchange of ignorance for that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is another kind of ignorance.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This is not all—the passions, attributes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Earth and Heaven, from which no power, nor being,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor breath from the worm upwards is exempt,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have pierced his heart; and in their consequence<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Made him a thing—which—I who pity not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet pardon those who pity. He is mine—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thine it may be; be it so, or not—<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No other Spirit in this region hath<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A soul like his—or power upon his soul.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. What doth he here then?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. What doth he here then?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Let <i>him</i> answer that.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Des</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Let <i>him</i> answer that.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Ye know what I have known; and without power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not be amongst ye: but there are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Powers deeper still beyond—I come in quest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such, to answer unto what I seek.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Ye know what I have known; and without power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I could not be amongst ye: but there are<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Powers deeper still beyond—I come in quest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of such, to answer unto what I seek.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. What would'st thou?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. What would'st thou?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s21"> </span><i>Thou</i> canst not reply to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call up the dead—my question is for them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s21"> </span><i>Thou</i> canst not reply to me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Call up the dead—my question is for them.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. Great Arimanes, doth thy will avouch<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wishes of this mortal?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. Great Arimanes, doth thy will avouch<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wishes of this mortal?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ari</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ari</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yea.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Whom wouldst thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Uncharnel?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Whom wouldst thou<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Uncharnel?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>One without a tomb—call up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Astarte.<a name="FNanchor_147" id="FNanchor_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_147" class="fnanchor">[147]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>One without a tomb—call up<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Astarte.<a id="FNanchor_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_147" class="fnanchor">[147]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Nemesis</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">Shadow! or Spirit!<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Whatever thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i10">Which still doth inherit<a name="FNanchor_bc" id="FNanchor_bc"></a><a href="#Footnote_bc" class="fnanchor">[bc]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i12">The whole or a part<br /></span> -<span class="i10">Of the form of thy birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Of the mould of thy clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i10">Which returned to the earth,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12">Re-appear to the day!<br /></span> -<span class="i10">Bear what thou borest,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">The heart and the form,<br /></span> -<span class="i10">And the aspect thou worest<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Redeem from the worm.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Appear!—Appear!—Appear!<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Who sent thee there requires thee here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Phantom of</i> <span class="smcap">Astarte</span> <i>rises and stands in the midst</i>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Can this be death? there's bloom upon her cheek;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now I see it is no living hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a strange hectic—like the unnatural red<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Autumn plants upon the perished leaf.<a name="FNanchor_148" id="FNanchor_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_148" class="fnanchor">[148]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is the same! Oh, God! that I should dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look upon the same—Astarte!—No,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot speak to her—but bid her speak—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive me or condemn me.<br /></span> +<span class="i10">Shadow! or Spirit!<br ></span> +<span class="i12">Whatever thou art,<br ></span> +<span class="i10">Which still doth inherit<a id="FNanchor_bc"></a><a href="#Footnote_bc" class="fnanchor">[bc]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i12">The whole or a part<br ></span> +<span class="i10">Of the form of thy birth,<br ></span> +<span class="i12">Of the mould of thy clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i10">Which returned to the earth,<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i12">Re-appear to the day!<br ></span> +<span class="i10">Bear what thou borest,<br ></span> +<span class="i12">The heart and the form,<br ></span> +<span class="i10">And the aspect thou worest<br ></span> +<span class="i12">Redeem from the worm.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Appear!—Appear!—Appear!<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Who sent thee there requires thee here!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Phantom of</i> <span class="smcap">Astarte</span> <i>rises and stands in the midst</i>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Can this be death? there's bloom upon her cheek;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But now I see it is no living hue,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But a strange hectic—like the unnatural red<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which Autumn plants upon the perished leaf.<a id="FNanchor_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_148" class="fnanchor">[148]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is the same! Oh, God! that I should dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To look upon the same—Astarte!—No,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot speak to her—but bid her speak—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forgive me or condemn me.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Nemesis</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">By the Power which hath broken<br /></span> -<span class="i10">The grave which enthralled thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Speak to him who hath spoken.<br /></span> -<span class="i10">Or those who have called thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i8">By the Power which hath broken<br ></span> +<span class="i10">The grave which enthralled thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Speak to him who hath spoken.<br ></span> +<span class="i10">Or those who have called thee!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>She is silent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in that silence I am more than answered.<span class="linenum">110</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>She is silent,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in that silence I am more than answered.<span class="linenum">110</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_117">[117]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. My power extends no further. Prince of Air!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It rests with thee alone—command her voice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>. My power extends no further. Prince of Air!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It rests with thee alone—command her voice.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ari</i>. Spirit—obey this sceptre!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ari</i>. Spirit—obey this sceptre!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Silent still!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is not of our order, but belongs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the other powers. Mortal! thy quest is vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we are baffled also.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Silent still!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She is not of our order, but belongs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the other powers. Mortal! thy quest is vain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we are baffled also.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Hear me, hear me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Astarte! my belovéd! speak to me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have so much endured—so much endure—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look on me! the grave hath not changed thee more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To torture thus each other—though it were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say that thou loath'st me not—that I do bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This punishment for both—that thou wilt be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One of the blesséd—and that I shall die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For hitherto all hateful things conspire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bind me in existence—in a life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes me shrink from Immortality—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A future like the past. I cannot rest.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not what I ask, nor what I seek:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel but what thou art, and what I am;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I would hear yet once before I perish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voice which was my music—Speak to me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have called on thee in the still night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Startled the slumbering birds from the hushed boughs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which answered me—many things answered me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spirits and men—but thou wert silent all.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet speak to me! I have outwatched the stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak to me! I have wandered o'er the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never found thy likeness—Speak to me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look on the fiends around—they feel for me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fear them not, and feel for thee alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak to me! though it be in wrath;—but say—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I reck not what—but let me hear thee once—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This once—once more!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Hear me, hear me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Astarte! my belovéd! speak to me:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have so much endured—so much endure—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Look on me! the grave hath not changed thee more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To torture thus each other—though it were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Say that thou loath'st me not—that I do bear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This punishment for both—that thou wilt be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One of the blesséd—and that I shall die;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For hitherto all hateful things conspire<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To bind me in existence—in a life<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes me shrink from Immortality—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A future like the past. I cannot rest.<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not what I ask, nor what I seek:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I feel but what thou art, and what I am;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I would hear yet once before I perish<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The voice which was my music—Speak to me!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I have called on thee in the still night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Startled the slumbering birds from the hushed boughs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which answered me—many things answered me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spirits and men—but thou wert silent all.<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet speak to me! I have outwatched the stars,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Speak to me! I have wandered o'er the earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And never found thy likeness—Speak to me!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Look on the fiends around—they feel for me:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I fear them not, and feel for thee alone.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Speak to me! though it be in wrath;—but say—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I reck not what—but let me hear thee once—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This once—once more!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_118">[118]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Phantom of Astarte</i>.<span class="s3"> </span>Manfred!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Phantom of Astarte</i>.<span class="s3"> </span>Manfred!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>Say on, say on—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I live but in the sound—it is thy voice!<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>Say on, say on—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I live but in the sound—it is thy voice!<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>. Manfred! To-morrow ends thine earthly ills.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>. Manfred! To-morrow ends thine earthly ills.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Yet one word more—am I forgiven?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Yet one word more—am I forgiven?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>. Farewell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>. Farewell!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Say, shall we meet again?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Say, shall we meet again?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>Farewell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>Farewell!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. One word for mercy! Say thou lovest me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. One word for mercy! Say thou lovest me.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>. Manfred!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Spirit of</i> <span class="smcap">Astarte</span> <i>disappears</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Phan</i>. Manfred!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Spirit of</i> <span class="smcap">Astarte</span> <i>disappears</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>She's gone, and will not be recalled:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her words will be fulfilled. Return to the earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>She's gone, and will not be recalled:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her words will be fulfilled. Return to the earth.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A Spirit</i>. He is convulsed—This is to be a mortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seek the things beyond mortality.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A Spirit</i>. He is convulsed—This is to be a mortal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seek the things beyond mortality.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Another Spirit</i>. Yet, see, he mastereth himself, and makes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His torture tributary to his will.<a name="FNanchor_149" id="FNanchor_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_149" class="fnanchor">[149]</a><span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had he been one of us, he would have made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An awful Spirit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Another Spirit</i>. Yet, see, he mastereth himself, and makes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His torture tributary to his will.<a id="FNanchor_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_149" class="fnanchor">[149]</a><span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had he been one of us, he would have made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An awful Spirit.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>Hast thou further question<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our great Sovereign, or his worshippers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>Hast thou further question<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of our great Sovereign, or his worshippers?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. None.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. None.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>Then for a time farewell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nem</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>Then for a time farewell.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. We meet then! Where? On the earth?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even as thou wilt: and for the grace accorded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I now depart a debtor. Fare ye well!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. We meet then! Where? On the earth?—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even as thou wilt: and for the grace accorded<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I now depart a debtor. Fare ye well!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir">(<i>Scene closes</i>.)</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> <h3>ACT III.</h3> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I.—<i>A Hall in the Castle of -Manfred</i>.<a name="FNanchor_150" id="FNanchor_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150" class="fnanchor">[150]</a></h4> +Manfred</i>.<a id="FNanchor_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150" class="fnanchor">[150]</a></h4> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Herman</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. What is the hour?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. What is the hour?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>It wants but one till sunset,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And promises a lovely twilight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>It wants but one till sunset,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And promises a lovely twilight.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are all things so disposed of in the tower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I directed?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are all things so disposed of in the tower<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I directed?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>All, my Lord, are ready:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here is the key and casket.<a name="FNanchor_151" id="FNanchor_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_151" class="fnanchor">[151]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>All, my Lord, are ready:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here is the key and casket.<a id="FNanchor_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_151" class="fnanchor">[151]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>It is well:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou mayst retire. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Herman</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>It is well:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou mayst retire. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Herman</span>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>alone</i>).<span class="s5"> </span>There is a calm upon me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inexplicable stillness! which till now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not belong to what I knew of life.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If that I did not know Philosophy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be of all our vanities the motliest,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The merest word that ever fooled the ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The golden secret, the sought "Kalon," found,<a name="FNanchor_152" id="FNanchor_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_152" class="fnanchor">[152]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seated in my soul. It will not last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it is well to have known it, though but once:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I within my tablets would note down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That there is such a feeling. Who is there?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>alone</i>).<span class="s5"> </span>There is a calm upon me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inexplicable stillness! which till now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Did not belong to what I knew of life.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_120">[120]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If that I did not know Philosophy<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be of all our vanities the motliest,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The merest word that ever fooled the ear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The golden secret, the sought "Kalon," found,<a id="FNanchor_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_152" class="fnanchor">[152]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seated in my soul. It will not last,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But it is well to have known it, though but once:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I within my tablets would note down<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That there is such a feeling. Who is there?<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Herman</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. My Lord, the Abbot of St. Maurice craves<a name="FNanchor_153" id="FNanchor_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_153" class="fnanchor">[153]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To greet your presence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. My Lord, the Abbot of St. Maurice craves<a id="FNanchor_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_153" class="fnanchor">[153]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To greet your presence.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Abbot of St. Maurice</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Peace be with Count Manfred!<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Thanks, holy father! welcome to these walls;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy presence honours them, and blesseth those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who dwell within them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Would it were so, Count!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I would fain confer with thee alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Herman, retire.—What would my reverend guest?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Thus, without prelude:—Age and zeal—my office—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And good intent must plead my privilege;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our near, though not acquainted neighbourhood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May also be my herald. Rumours strange,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of unholy nature, are abroad,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And busy with thy name—a noble name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For centuries: may he who bears it now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transmit it unimpaired!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Proceed,—I listen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. 'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which are forbidden to the search of man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That with the dwellers of the dark abodes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The many evil and unheavenly spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which walk the valley of the Shade of Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou communest. I know that with mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy fellows in creation, thou dost rarely<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exchange thy thoughts, and that thy solitude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is as an Anchorite's—were it but holy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. And what are they who do avouch these things?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. My pious brethren—the scaréd peasantry—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even thy own vassals—who do look on thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With most unquiet eyes. Thy life's in peril!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Take it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>I come to save, and not destroy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not pry into thy secret soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if these things be sooth, there still is time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For penitence and pity: reconcile thee<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the true church, and through the church to Heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I hear thee. This is my reply—whate'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I may have been, or am, doth rest between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven and myself—I shall not choose a mortal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be my mediator—Have I sinned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against your ordinances? prove and punish!<a name="FNanchor_154" id="FNanchor_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_154" class="fnanchor">[154]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. My son! I did not speak of punishment,<a name="FNanchor_155" id="FNanchor_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_155" class="fnanchor">[155]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But penitence and pardon;—with thyself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The choice of such remains—and for the last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our institutions and our strong belief<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have given me power to smooth the path from sin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To higher hope and better thoughts; the first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I leave to Heaven,—"Vengeance is mine alone!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So saith the Lord, and with all humbleness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His servant echoes back the awful word.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Old man! there is no power in holy men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor agony—nor, greater than all these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The innate tortures of that deep Despair,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is Remorse without the fear of Hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all in all sufficient to itself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would make a hell of Heaven—can exorcise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the unbounded spirit the quick sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of its own sins—wrongs—sufferance—and revenge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon itself; there is no future pang<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can deal that justice on the self—condemned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He deals on his own soul.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>All this is well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this will pass away, and be succeeded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By an auspicious hope, which shall look up<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With calm assurafice to that blessed place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which all who seek may win, whatever be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their earthly errors, so they be atoned:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the commencement of atonement is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sense of its necessity. Say on—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all our church can teach thee shall be taught;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all we can absolve thee shall be pardoned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. When Rome's sixth Emperor<a name="FNanchor_156" id="FNanchor_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_156" class="fnanchor">[156]</a> was near his last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The victim of a self-inflicted wound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shun the torments of a public death<a name="FNanchor_bd" id="FNanchor_bd"></a><a href="#Footnote_bd" class="fnanchor">[bd]</a><span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From senates once his slaves, a certain soldier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With show of loyal pity, would have stanched<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gushing throat with his officious robe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dying Roman thrust him back, and said—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some empire still in his expiring glance—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"It is too late—is this fidelity?"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. And what of this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>I answer with the Roman—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"It is too late!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>It never can be so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To reconcile thyself with thy own soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy own soul with Heaven. Hast thou no hope?<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis strange—even those who do despair above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet shape themselves some fantasy on earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which frail twig they cling, like drowning men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Aye—father! I have had those early visions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And noble aspirations in my youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make my own the mind of other men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The enlightener of nations; and to rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew not whither—it might be to fall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fall, even as the mountain-cataract,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which having leapt from its more dazzling height,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in the foaming strength of its abyss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Which casts up misty columns that become<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouds raining from the re-ascended skies,)<a name="FNanchor_157" id="FNanchor_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_157" class="fnanchor">[157]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies low but mighty still.—But this is past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My thoughts mistook themselves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>And wherefore so?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.I could not tame my nature down; for he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must serve who fain would sway; and soothe, and sue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watch all time, and pry into all place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be a living Lie, who would become<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mighty thing amongst the mean—and such<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mass are; I disdained to mingle with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A herd, though to be leader—and of wolves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lion is alone, and so am I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. And why not live and act with other men?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Because my nature was averse from life;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet not cruel; for I would not make,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But find a desolation. Like the Wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The red-hot breath of the most lone Simoom,<a name="FNanchor_158" id="FNanchor_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_158" class="fnanchor">[158]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which dwells but in the desert, and sweeps o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The barren sands which bear no shrubs to blast,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And revels o'er their wild and arid waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seeketh not, so that it is not sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But being met is deadly,—such hath been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The course of my existence; but there came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things in my path which are no more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I 'gin to fear that thou art past all aid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From me and from my calling; yet so young,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I still would——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Look on me! there is an order<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mortals on the earth, who do become<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old in their youth, and die ere middle age,<a name="FNanchor_159" id="FNanchor_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_159" class="fnanchor">[159]</a><span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the violence of warlike death;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some perishing of pleasure—some of study—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some of disease—and some insanity—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some of withered, or of broken hearts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this last is a malady which slays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than are numbered in the lists of Fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taking all shapes, and bearing many names.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look upon me! for even of all these things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I partaken; and of all these things,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">One were enough; then wonder not that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am what I am, but that I ever was,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or having been, that I am still on earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Yet, hear me still—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Old man! I do respect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine order, and revere thine years; I deem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy purpose pious, but it is in vain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think me not churlish; I would spare thyself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far more than me, in shunning at this time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All further colloquy—and so—farewell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[Exit <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. This should have been a noble creature: he<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath all the energy which would have made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A goodly frame of glorious elements,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had they been wisely mingled; as it is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is an awful chaos—Light and Darkness—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mind and dust—and passions and pure thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mixed, and contending without end or order,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All dormant or destructive. He will perish—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet he must not—I will try once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such are worth redemption; and my duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is to dare all things for a righteous end.<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll follow him—but cautiously, though surely.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[Exit <span class="smcap">Abbot</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Peace be with Count Manfred!<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Thanks, holy father! welcome to these walls;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy presence honours them, and blesseth those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who dwell within them.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Would it were so, Count!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I would fain confer with thee alone.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Herman, retire.—What would my reverend guest?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Thus, without prelude:—Age and zeal—my office—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And good intent must plead my privilege;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our near, though not acquainted neighbourhood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May also be my herald. Rumours strange,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And of unholy nature, are abroad,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And busy with thy name—a noble name<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For centuries: may he who bears it now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Transmit it unimpaired!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_121">[121]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Proceed,—I listen.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. 'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which are forbidden to the search of man;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That with the dwellers of the dark abodes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The many evil and unheavenly spirits<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which walk the valley of the Shade of Death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou communest. I know that with mankind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy fellows in creation, thou dost rarely<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Exchange thy thoughts, and that thy solitude<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is as an Anchorite's—were it but holy.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. And what are they who do avouch these things?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. My pious brethren—the scaréd peasantry—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even thy own vassals—who do look on thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With most unquiet eyes. Thy life's in peril!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Take it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>I come to save, and not destroy:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not pry into thy secret soul;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But if these things be sooth, there still is time<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For penitence and pity: reconcile thee<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the true church, and through the church to Heaven.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I hear thee. This is my reply—whate'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I may have been, or am, doth rest between<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven and myself—I shall not choose a mortal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be my mediator—Have I sinned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against your ordinances? prove and punish!<a id="FNanchor_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_154" class="fnanchor">[154]</a><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. My son! I did not speak of punishment,<a id="FNanchor_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_155" class="fnanchor">[155]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But penitence and pardon;—with thyself<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_123">[123]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The choice of such remains—and for the last,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our institutions and our strong belief<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have given me power to smooth the path from sin<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To higher hope and better thoughts; the first<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I leave to Heaven,—"Vengeance is mine alone!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So saith the Lord, and with all humbleness<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His servant echoes back the awful word.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Old man! there is no power in holy men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor agony—nor, greater than all these,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The innate tortures of that deep Despair,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is Remorse without the fear of Hell,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But all in all sufficient to itself<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would make a hell of Heaven—can exorcise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out the unbounded spirit the quick sense<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of its own sins—wrongs—sufferance—and revenge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon itself; there is no future pang<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can deal that justice on the self—condemned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He deals on his own soul.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>All this is well;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For this will pass away, and be succeeded<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By an auspicious hope, which shall look up<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With calm assurafice to that blessed place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which all who seek may win, whatever be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their earthly errors, so they be atoned:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the commencement of atonement is<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_124">[124]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sense of its necessity. Say on—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all our church can teach thee shall be taught;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all we can absolve thee shall be pardoned.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. When Rome's sixth Emperor<a id="FNanchor_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_156" class="fnanchor">[156]</a> was near his last,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The victim of a self-inflicted wound,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To shun the torments of a public death<a id="FNanchor_bd"></a><a href="#Footnote_bd" class="fnanchor">[bd]</a><span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From senates once his slaves, a certain soldier,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With show of loyal pity, would have stanched<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gushing throat with his officious robe;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dying Roman thrust him back, and said—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some empire still in his expiring glance—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"It is too late—is this fidelity?"<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. And what of this?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>I answer with the Roman—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"It is too late!"<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>It never can be so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To reconcile thyself with thy own soul,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thy own soul with Heaven. Hast thou no hope?<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis strange—even those who do despair above,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet shape themselves some fantasy on earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To which frail twig they cling, like drowning men.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Aye—father! I have had those early visions,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And noble aspirations in my youth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make my own the mind of other men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The enlightener of nations; and to rise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I knew not whither—it might be to fall;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But fall, even as the mountain-cataract,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which having leapt from its more dazzling height,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even in the foaming strength of its abyss,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Which casts up misty columns that become<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Clouds raining from the re-ascended skies,)<a id="FNanchor_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_157" class="fnanchor">[157]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lies low but mighty still.—But this is past,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My thoughts mistook themselves.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>And wherefore so?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_125">[125]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.I could not tame my nature down; for he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must serve who fain would sway; and soothe, and sue,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And watch all time, and pry into all place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And be a living Lie, who would become<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A mighty thing amongst the mean—and such<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The mass are; I disdained to mingle with<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A herd, though to be leader—and of wolves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The lion is alone, and so am I.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. And why not live and act with other men?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Because my nature was averse from life;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet not cruel; for I would not make,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But find a desolation. Like the Wind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The red-hot breath of the most lone Simoom,<a id="FNanchor_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_158" class="fnanchor">[158]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which dwells but in the desert, and sweeps o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The barren sands which bear no shrubs to blast,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And revels o'er their wild and arid waves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seeketh not, so that it is not sought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But being met is deadly,—such hath been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The course of my existence; but there came<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Things in my path which are no more.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I 'gin to fear that thou art past all aid<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From me and from my calling; yet so young,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I still would——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Look on me! there is an order<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of mortals on the earth, who do become<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Old in their youth, and die ere middle age,<a id="FNanchor_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_159" class="fnanchor">[159]</a><span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without the violence of warlike death;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some perishing of pleasure—some of study—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some of disease—and some insanity—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And some of withered, or of broken hearts;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For this last is a malady which slays<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More than are numbered in the lists of Fate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Taking all shapes, and bearing many names.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_126">[126]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Look upon me! for even of all these things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have I partaken; and of all these things,<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">One were enough; then wonder not that I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Am what I am, but that I ever was,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or having been, that I am still on earth.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Yet, hear me still—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Old man! I do respect<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thine order, and revere thine years; I deem<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy purpose pious, but it is in vain:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think me not churlish; I would spare thyself,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Far more than me, in shunning at this time<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All further colloquy—and so—farewell.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[Exit <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. This should have been a noble creature: he<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath all the energy which would have made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A goodly frame of glorious elements,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had they been wisely mingled; as it is,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is an awful chaos—Light and Darkness—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mind and dust—and passions and pure thoughts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mixed, and contending without end or order,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All dormant or destructive. He will perish—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet he must not—I will try once more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For such are worth redemption; and my duty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is to dare all things for a righteous end.<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll follow him—but cautiously, though surely.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[Exit <span class="smcap">Abbot</span>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II.—<i>Another Chamber</i>.</h4> @@ -6328,43 +6283,43 @@ Manfred</i>.<a name="FNanchor_150" id="FNanchor_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150" <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Herman</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. My lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sinks behind the mountain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Doth he so?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will look on him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>advances to the Window of the Hall</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i20">Glorious Orb! the idol<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_160" id="FNanchor_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_160" class="fnanchor">[160]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of early nature, and the vigorous race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of undiseased mankind, the giant sons<a name="FNanchor_161" id="FNanchor_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_161" class="fnanchor">[161]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the embrace of Angels, with a sex<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More beautiful than they, which did draw down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The erring Spirits who can ne'er return.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most glorious Orb! that wert a worship, ere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mystery of thy making was revealed!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou earliest minister of the Almighty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which gladdened, on their mountain tops, the hearts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Chaldean shepherds, till they poured<a name="FNanchor_162" id="FNanchor_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_162" class="fnanchor">[162]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Themselves in orisons! Thou material God!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And representative of the Unknown—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who chose thee for his shadow! Thou chief Star!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Centre of many stars! which mak'st our earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Endurable and temperest the hues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hearts of all who walk within thy rays!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sire of the seasons! Monarch of the climes,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those who dwell in them! for near or far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even as our outward aspects;—thou dost rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of love and wonder was for thee, then take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My latest look: thou wilt not beam on one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a more fatal nature. He is gone—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I follow. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. My lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He sinks behind the mountain.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Doth he so?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will look on him.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>advances to the Window of the Hall</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i20">Glorious Orb! the idol<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_127">[127]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_160" class="fnanchor">[160]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of early nature, and the vigorous race<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of undiseased mankind, the giant sons<a id="FNanchor_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_161" class="fnanchor">[161]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the embrace of Angels, with a sex<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More beautiful than they, which did draw down<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The erring Spirits who can ne'er return.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Most glorious Orb! that wert a worship, ere<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The mystery of thy making was revealed!<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou earliest minister of the Almighty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which gladdened, on their mountain tops, the hearts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Chaldean shepherds, till they poured<a id="FNanchor_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_162" class="fnanchor">[162]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Themselves in orisons! Thou material God!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And representative of the Unknown—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who chose thee for his shadow! Thou chief Star!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Centre of many stars! which mak'st our earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Endurable and temperest the hues<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hearts of all who walk within thy rays!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sire of the seasons! Monarch of the climes,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And those who dwell in them! for near or far,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even as our outward aspects;—thou dost rise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of love and wonder was for thee, then take<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My latest look: thou wilt not beam on one<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a more fatal nature. He is gone—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I follow. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</span><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III.—<i>The Mountains</i>—<i>The Castle of Manfred at some distance</i>—<i>A Terrace before a Tower</i>.—<i>Time, Twilight</i>.</h4> @@ -6373,106 +6328,106 @@ distance</i>—<i>A Terrace before a Tower</i>.—<i>Time, Twilight</i>. <i>and other dependants of</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. 'Tis strange enough! night after night, for years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hath pursued long vigils in this tower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a witness. I have been within it,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So have we all been oft-times; but from it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or its contents, it were impossible<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To draw conclusions absolute, of aught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His studies tend to. To be sure, there is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One chamber where none enter: I would give<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fee of what I have to come these three years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pore upon its mysteries.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. 'Tis strange enough! night after night, for years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He hath pursued long vigils in this tower,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without a witness. I have been within it,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So have we all been oft-times; but from it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or its contents, it were impossible<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To draw conclusions absolute, of aught<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His studies tend to. To be sure, there is<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One chamber where none enter: I would give<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fee of what I have to come these three years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To pore upon its mysteries.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>'Twere dangerous;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Content thyself with what thou know'st already.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>'Twere dangerous;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Content thyself with what thou know'st already.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. Ah! Manuel! thou art elderly and wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the castle—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many years is't?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. Ah! Manuel! thou art elderly and wise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the castle—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How many years is't?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Ere Count Manfred's birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I served his father, whom he nought resembles.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Ere Count Manfred's birth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I served his father, whom he nought resembles.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. There be more sons in like predicament!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wherein do they differ?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. There be more sons in like predicament!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But wherein do they differ?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>I speak not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of features or of form, but mind and habits;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count Sigismund was proud, but gay and free,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A warrior and a reveller; he dwelt not<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With books and solitude, nor made the night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gloomy vigil, but a festal time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From men and their delights.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>I speak not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of features or of form, but mind and habits;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Count Sigismund was proud, but gay and free,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A warrior and a reveller; he dwelt not<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With books and solitude, nor made the night<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A gloomy vigil, but a festal time,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From men and their delights.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Beshrew the hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But those were jocund times! I would that such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would visit the old walls again; they look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if they had forgotten them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Beshrew the hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But those were jocund times! I would that such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would visit the old walls again; they look<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As if they had forgotten them.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>These walls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some strange things in them, Herman.<a name="FNanchor_be" id="FNanchor_be"></a><a href="#Footnote_be" class="fnanchor">[be]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>These walls<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_129">[129]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some strange things in them, Herman.<a id="FNanchor_be"></a><a href="#Footnote_be" class="fnanchor">[be]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>Come, be friendly;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Relate me some to while away our watch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've heard thee darkly speak of an event<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which happened hereabouts, by this same tower.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>Come, be friendly;<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Relate me some to while away our watch:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I've heard thee darkly speak of an event<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which happened hereabouts, by this same tower.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. That was a night indeed! I do remember<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas twilight, as it may be now, and such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another evening:—yon red cloud, which rests<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Eigher's pinnacle,<a name="FNanchor_163" id="FNanchor_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_163" class="fnanchor">[163]</a> so rested then,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So like that it might be the same; the wind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was faint and gusty, and the mountain snows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Began to glitter with the climbing moon;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count Manfred was, as now, within his tower,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How occupied, we knew not, but with him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sole companion of his wanderings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watchings—her, whom of all earthly things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lived, the only thing he seemed to love,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he, indeed, by blood was bound to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lady Astarte, his——<a name="FNanchor_164" id="FNanchor_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_164" class="fnanchor">[164]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i26">Hush! who comes here?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. That was a night indeed! I do remember<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas twilight, as it may be now, and such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Another evening:—yon red cloud, which rests<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On Eigher's pinnacle,<a id="FNanchor_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_163" class="fnanchor">[163]</a> so rested then,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So like that it might be the same; the wind<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was faint and gusty, and the mountain snows<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Began to glitter with the climbing moon;<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Count Manfred was, as now, within his tower,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How occupied, we knew not, but with him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sole companion of his wanderings<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And watchings—her, whom of all earthly things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That lived, the only thing he seemed to love,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As he, indeed, by blood was bound to do,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Lady Astarte, his——<a id="FNanchor_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_164" class="fnanchor">[164]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i26">Hush! who comes here?<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Abbot</span>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> +<p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Abbot</span>.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Where is your master?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Where is your master?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yonder in the tower.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yonder in the tower.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. I must speak with him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. I must speak with him.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>'Tis impossible;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is most private, and must not be thus<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intruded on.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>'Tis impossible;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He is most private, and must not be thus<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Intruded on.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>Upon myself I take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I must see him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>Upon myself I take<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I must see him.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_131">[131]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Thou hast seen him once<br /></span> -<span class="i0">his eve already.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Thou hast seen him once<br ></span> +<span class="i0">his eve already.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Herman! I command thee,<a name="FNanchor_bf" id="FNanchor_bf"></a><a href="#Footnote_bf" class="fnanchor">[bf]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Herman! I command thee,<a id="FNanchor_bf"></a><a href="#Footnote_bf" class="fnanchor">[bf]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. We dare not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. We dare not.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Then it seems I must be herald<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my own purpose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Then it seems I must be herald<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of my own purpose.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Reverend father, stop—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray you pause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Reverend father, stop—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I pray you pause.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Why so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Why so?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>But step this way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will tell you further. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>But step this way,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I will tell you further. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> IV.—<i>Interior of the Tower</i>.</h4> @@ -6480,292 +6435,292 @@ distance</i>—<i>A Terrace before a Tower</i>.—<i>Time, Twilight</i>. <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>alone</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The stars are forth, the moon above the tops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the snow-shining mountains.—Beautiful!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I linger yet with Nature, for the Night<a name="FNanchor_165" id="FNanchor_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_165" class="fnanchor">[165]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath been to me a more familiar face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than that of man; and in her starry shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of dim and solitary loveliness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I learned the language of another world.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do remember me, that in my youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I was wandering,—upon such a night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stood within the Coliseum's wall,<a name="FNanchor_166" id="FNanchor_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_166" class="fnanchor">[166]</a><span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trees which grew along the broken arches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber; and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More near from out the Cæsars' palace came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly,<a name="FNanchor_167" id="FNanchor_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_167" class="fnanchor">[167]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of distant sentinels the fitful song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begun and died upon the gentle wind.<a name="FNanchor_168" id="FNanchor_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_168" class="fnanchor">[168]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appeared to skirt the horizon, yet they stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within a bowshot. Where the Cæsars dwelt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A grove which springs through levelled battlements,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twines its roots with the imperial hearths,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A noble wreck in ruinous perfection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Cæsar's chambers, and the Augustan halls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou didst shine, thou rolling Moon, upon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this, and cast a wide and tender light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which softened down the hoar austerity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of rugged desolation, and filled up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving that beautiful which still was so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And making that which was not—till the place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Became religion, and the heart ran o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With silent worship of the Great of old,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead, but sceptred, Sovereigns, who still rule<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our spirits from their urns.<br /></span> -<span class="i29">'Twas such a night!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis strange that I recall it at this time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even at the moment when they should array<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Themselves in pensive order.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stars are forth, the moon above the tops<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the snow-shining mountains.—Beautiful!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I linger yet with Nature, for the Night<a id="FNanchor_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_165" class="fnanchor">[165]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath been to me a more familiar face<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than that of man; and in her starry shade<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of dim and solitary loveliness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I learned the language of another world.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I do remember me, that in my youth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When I was wandering,—upon such a night<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I stood within the Coliseum's wall,<a id="FNanchor_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_166" class="fnanchor">[166]</a><span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The trees which grew along the broken arches<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_132">[132]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber; and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More near from out the Cæsars' palace came<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly,<a id="FNanchor_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_167" class="fnanchor">[167]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of distant sentinels the fitful song<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Begun and died upon the gentle wind.<a id="FNanchor_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_168" class="fnanchor">[168]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Appeared to skirt the horizon, yet they stood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within a bowshot. Where the Cæsars dwelt,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidst<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A grove which springs through levelled battlements,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And twines its roots with the imperial hearths,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A noble wreck in ruinous perfection,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Cæsar's chambers, and the Augustan halls,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.—<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou didst shine, thou rolling Moon, upon<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All this, and cast a wide and tender light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which softened down the hoar austerity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of rugged desolation, and filled up,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving that beautiful which still was so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And making that which was not—till the place<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Became religion, and the heart ran o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With silent worship of the Great of old,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dead, but sceptred, Sovereigns, who still rule<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our spirits from their urns.<br ></span> +<span class="i29">'Twas such a night!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis strange that I recall it at this time;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even at the moment when they should array<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Themselves in pensive order.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Abbot</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>My good Lord!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I crave a second grace for this approach;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet let not my humble zeal offend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By its abruptness—all it hath of ill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recoils on me; its good in the effect<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">May light upon your head—could I say <i>heart</i>—<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I touch <i>that</i>, with words or prayers, I should<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recall a noble spirit which hath wandered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But is not yet all lost.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>My good Lord!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I crave a second grace for this approach;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But yet let not my humble zeal offend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By its abruptness—all it hath of ill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Recoils on me; its good in the effect<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_133">[133]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">May light upon your head—could I say <i>heart</i>—<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could I touch <i>that</i>, with words or prayers, I should<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Recall a noble spirit which hath wandered,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But is not yet all lost.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Thou know'st me not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My days are numbered, and my deeds recorded:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Retire, or 'twill be dangerous—Away!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Thou know'st me not;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My days are numbered, and my deeds recorded:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Retire, or 'twill be dangerous—Away!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Thou dost not mean to menace me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Thou dost not mean to menace me?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Not I!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I simply tell thee peril is at hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And would preserve thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Not I!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I simply tell thee peril is at hand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And would preserve thee.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>What dost thou mean?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s41"> </span>Look there!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What dost thou see?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>What dost thou mean?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s41"> </span>Look there!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What dost thou see?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Nothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Look there, I say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And steadfastly;—now tell me what thou seest?<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. That which should shake me,—but I fear it not:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see a dusk and awful figure rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like an infernal god, from out the earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Robed as with angry clouds: he stands between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thyself and me—but I do fear him not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Thou hast no cause—he shall not harm thee—but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I say to thee—Retire!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>And I reply—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never—till I have battled with this fiend:—<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What doth he here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Why—aye—what doth he here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did not send for him,—he is unbidden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Alas! lost Mortal! what with guests like these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast thou to do? I tremble for thy sake:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! he unveils his aspect: on his brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thunder-scars are graven; from his eye<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_169" id="FNanchor_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_169" class="fnanchor">[169]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glares forth the immortality of Hell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avaunt!—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Pronounce—what is thy mission?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s41"> </span>Come!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. What art thou, unknown being? answer!—speak!<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. The genius of this mortal.—Come!'tis time.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I am prepared for all things, but deny<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Power which summons me. Who sent thee here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Thou'lt know anon—Come! come!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>I have commanded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things of an essence greater far than thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Mortal! thine hour is come—Away! I say.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To render up my soul to such as thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away! I'll die as I have lived—alone.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Then I must summon up my brethren.—Rise!<a name="FNanchor_bg" id="FNanchor_bg"></a><a href="#Footnote_bg" class="fnanchor">[bg]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Other Spirits rise.</i></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Avaunt! ye evil ones!—Avaunt! I say,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye have no power where Piety hath power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I do charge ye in the name—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Old man!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waste not thy holy words on idle uses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It were in vain: this man is forfeited.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more—I summon him—Away! Away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I do defy ye,—though I feel my soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To breathe my scorn upon ye—earthly strength<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wrestle, though with spirits; what ye take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be ta'en limb by limb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Reluctant mortal!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is this the Magian who would so pervade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world invisible, and make himself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost our equal? Can it be that thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Art thus in love with life? the very life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which made thee wretched?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Thou false fiend, thou liest!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life is in its last hour,—<i>that</i> I know,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor would redeem a moment of that hour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do not combat against Death, but thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy surrounding angels; my past power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was purchased by no compact with thy crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But by superior science—penance, daring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And length of watching, strength of mind, and skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In knowledge of our Fathers—when the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw men and spirits walking side by side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave ye no supremacy: I stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my strength—I do defy—deny—<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spurn back, and scorn ye!—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>But thy many crimes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made thee—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>What are they to such as thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must crimes be punished but by other crimes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And greater criminals?—Back to thy hell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast no power upon me, <i>that</i> I feel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou never shalt possess me, <i>that</i> I know:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What I have done is done; I bear within<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A torture which could nothing gain from thine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Mind which is immortal makes itself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Requital for its good or evil thoughts,—<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is its own origin of ill and end—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And its own place and time:<a name="FNanchor_170" id="FNanchor_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_170" class="fnanchor">[170]</a> its innate sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When stripped of this mortality, derives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No colour from the fleeting things without,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But is absorbed in sufferance or in joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born from the knowledge of its own desert.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i> didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But was my own destroyer, and will be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My own hereafter.—Back, ye baffled fiends!<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hand of Death is on me—but not yours!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Demons disappear.</i></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Alas! how pale thou art—thy lips are white—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy breast heaves—and in thy gasping throat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The accents rattle: Give thy prayers to Heaven</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pray—albeit but in thought,—but die not thus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. 'Tis over—my dull eyes can fix thee not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all things swim around me, and the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaves as it were beneath me. Fare thee well—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me thy hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Cold—cold—even to the heart—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet one prayer—Alas! how fares it with thee?<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Old man! 'tis not so difficult to die.<a name="FNanchor_171" id="FNanchor_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_171" class="fnanchor">[171]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>expires.</i></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. He's gone—his soul hath ta'en its earthless flight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whither? I dread to think—but he is gone.<a name="FNanchor_172" id="FNanchor_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_172" class="fnanchor">[172]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Nothing.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Look there, I say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And steadfastly;—now tell me what thou seest?<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. That which should shake me,—but I fear it not:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I see a dusk and awful figure rise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like an infernal god, from out the earth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Robed as with angry clouds: he stands between<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thyself and me—but I do fear him not.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Thou hast no cause—he shall not harm thee—but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I say to thee—Retire!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>And I reply—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Never—till I have battled with this fiend:—<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What doth he here?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Why—aye—what doth he here?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I did not send for him,—he is unbidden.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Alas! lost Mortal! what with guests like these<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou to do? I tremble for thy sake:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! he unveils his aspect: on his brow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thunder-scars are graven; from his eye<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_134">[134]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_169" class="fnanchor">[169]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Glares forth the immortality of Hell—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Avaunt!—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Pronounce—what is thy mission?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s41"> </span>Come!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. What art thou, unknown being? answer!—speak!<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. The genius of this mortal.—Come!'tis time.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I am prepared for all things, but deny<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Power which summons me. Who sent thee here?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Thou'lt know anon—Come! come!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>I have commanded<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Things of an essence greater far than thine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Mortal! thine hour is come—Away! I say.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To render up my soul to such as thee:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Away! I'll die as I have lived—alone.<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>. Then I must summon up my brethren.—Rise!<a id="FNanchor_bg"></a><a href="#Footnote_bg" class="fnanchor">[bg]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Other Spirits rise.</i></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Avaunt! ye evil ones!—Avaunt! I say,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye have no power where Piety hath power,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I do charge ye in the name—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Old man!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Waste not thy holy words on idle uses,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It were in vain: this man is forfeited.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Once more—I summon him—Away! Away!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. I do defy ye,—though I feel my soul<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye;<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To breathe my scorn upon ye—earthly strength<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To wrestle, though with spirits; what ye take<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be ta'en limb by limb.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Reluctant mortal!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is this the Magian who would so pervade<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The world invisible, and make himself<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Almost our equal? Can it be that thou<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Art thus in love with life? the very life<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which made thee wretched?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Thou false fiend, thou liest!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_135">[135]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My life is in its last hour,—<i>that</i> I know,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor would redeem a moment of that hour;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I do not combat against Death, but thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thy surrounding angels; my past power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was purchased by no compact with thy crew,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But by superior science—penance, daring,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And length of watching, strength of mind, and skill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In knowledge of our Fathers—when the earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saw men and spirits walking side by side,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And gave ye no supremacy: I stand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon my strength—I do defy—deny—<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spurn back, and scorn ye!—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Spirit</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>But thy many crimes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have made thee—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>What are they to such as thee?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must crimes be punished but by other crimes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And greater criminals?—Back to thy hell!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast no power upon me, <i>that</i> I feel;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou never shalt possess me, <i>that</i> I know:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What I have done is done; I bear within<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A torture which could nothing gain from thine:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Mind which is immortal makes itself<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Requital for its good or evil thoughts,—<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is its own origin of ill and end—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And its own place and time:<a id="FNanchor_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_170" class="fnanchor">[170]</a> its innate sense,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When stripped of this mortality, derives<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No colour from the fleeting things without,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But is absorbed in sufferance or in joy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Born from the knowledge of its own desert.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i> didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But was my own destroyer, and will be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My own hereafter.—Back, ye baffled fiends!<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hand of Death is on me—but not yours!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Demons disappear.</i></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Alas! how pale thou art—thy lips are white—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thy breast heaves—and in thy gasping throat<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The accents rattle: Give thy prayers to Heaven</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_136">[136]</a></span><br > +<span class="i0">Pray—albeit but in thought,—but die not thus.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. 'Tis over—my dull eyes can fix thee not;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But all things swim around me, and the earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heaves as it were beneath me. Fare thee well—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Give me thy hand.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Cold—cold—even to the heart—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But yet one prayer—Alas! how fares it with thee?<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Old man! 'tis not so difficult to die.<a id="FNanchor_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_171" class="fnanchor">[171]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>expires.</i></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. He's gone—his soul hath ta'en its earthless flight;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whither? I dread to think—but he is gone.<a id="FNanchor_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_172" class="fnanchor">[172]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_106" id="Footnote_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> <a id="Note_85"></a>{85}[The MS. of <i>Manfred</i>, now in Mr. Murray's possession, is in Lord Byron's handwriting. A note is prefixed: "The scene of the drama is amongst the higher Alps, partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the mountains." The date, March 18, 1817, is in John Murray's handwriting.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_107" id="Footnote_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> [So, too, Faust is discovered "in a high—vaulted narrow +<p><a id="Footnote_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> [So, too, Faust is discovered "in a high—vaulted narrow Gothic chamber."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_108" id="Footnote_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> [Compare <i>Faust,</i> act i. sc. 1— +<p><a id="Footnote_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> [Compare <i>Faust,</i> act i. sc. 1— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Alas! I have explored<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Philosophy, and Law, and Medicine,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And over deep Divinity have pored,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Studying with ardent and laborious zeal."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas! I have explored<br ></span> +<span class="i1">Philosophy, and Law, and Medicine,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">And over deep Divinity have pored,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">Studying with ardent and laborious zeal."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Anster's Faust, 1883, p. 88.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ap" id="Footnote_ap"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ap"><span class="label">[ap]</span></a> <a id="Note_86"></a>{86} +<p><a id="Footnote_ap"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ap"><span class="label">[ap]</span></a> <a id="Note_86"></a>{86} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22"><i>Eternal Agency!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ye spirits of the immortal Universe!</i>—[MS. M.]<br /></span> +<span class="i22"><i>Eternal Agency!</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ye spirits of the immortal Universe!</i>—[MS. M.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_aq" id="Footnote_aq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aq"><span class="label">[aq]</span></a> <i>Of inaccessible mountains are the haunts</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_aq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aq"><span class="label">[aq]</span></a> <i>Of inaccessible mountains are the haunts</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_109" id="Footnote_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> [<i>Faust</i> contemplates the sign of the macrocosm, and +<p><a id="Footnote_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> [<i>Faust</i> contemplates the sign of the macrocosm, and makes use of the sign of the Spirit of the Earth. <i>Manfred's</i> written charm may have been "Abraxas," which comprehended the Greek numerals 365, and expressed the all-pervading spirits of the Universe.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_110" id="Footnote_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> [The Prince of the Spirits is Arimanes, <i>vide post,</i> <a href="#Page_112">act ii. sc. 4</a>, line 1, <i>seq.</i>]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_111" id="Footnote_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> <a id="Note_87"></a>{87}[Compare <i>Childe Harold,</i> Canto I. stanza lxxxiii. +<p><a id="Footnote_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> <a id="Note_87"></a>{87}[Compare <i>Childe Harold,</i> Canto I. stanza lxxxiii. lines 8, 9.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ar" id="Footnote_ar"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ar"><span class="label">[ar]</span></a> <i>Which is fit for my pavilion</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_ar"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ar"><span class="label">[ar]</span></a> <i>Which is fit for my pavilion</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_as" id="Footnote_as"></a><a href="#FNanchor_as"><span class="label">[as]</span></a> <i>Or makes its ice delay</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_as"></a><a href="#FNanchor_as"><span class="label">[as]</span></a> <i>Or makes its ice delay</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_112" id="Footnote_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> <a id="Note_89"></a>{89}[Compare "Creatures of clay, I receive you into mine +<p><a id="Footnote_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> <a id="Note_89"></a>{89}[Compare "Creatures of clay, I receive you into mine empire."—<i>Vathek,</i> 1887, p. 179.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_at" id="Footnote_at"></a><a href="#FNanchor_at"><span class="label">[at]</span></a> <a id="Note_90"></a>{90}<i>The Mind which is my Spirit—the high Soul.</i>—[MS. +<p><a id="Footnote_at"></a><a href="#FNanchor_at"><span class="label">[at]</span></a> <a id="Note_90"></a>{90}<i>The Mind which is my Spirit—the high Soul.</i>—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_au" id="Footnote_au"></a><a href="#FNanchor_au"><span class="label">[au]</span></a> <i>Answer—or I will teach ye.</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_au"></a><a href="#FNanchor_au"><span class="label">[au]</span></a> <i>Answer—or I will teach ye.</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_113" id="Footnote_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113"><span class="label">[113]</span></a> [So the MS., in which the word "say" clearly forms part +<p><a id="Footnote_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113"><span class="label">[113]</span></a> [So the MS., in which the word "say" clearly forms part of the <i>Spirit's</i> speech.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_114" id="Footnote_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> <a id="Note_91"></a>{91}[Compare "Stanzas for Music," i. 3, <i>Poetical Works,</i> +<p><a id="Footnote_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> <a id="Note_91"></a>{91}[Compare "Stanzas for Music," i. 3, <i>Poetical Works,</i> 1900, iii 435.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_115" id="Footnote_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> [It is evident that the female figure is not that of +<p><a id="Footnote_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> [It is evident that the female figure is not that of Astarte, but of the subject of the "Incantation."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_116" id="Footnote_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> [The italics are not indicated in the MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> [The italics are not indicated in the MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_117" id="Footnote_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> N.B.—Here follows the "Incantation," which being already +<p><a id="Footnote_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> N.B.—Here follows the "Incantation," which being already transcribed and (I suppose) published I do not transcribe again at present, because you can insert it in MS. here—as it belongs to this place: with its conclusion the 1st Scene closes. @@ -6775,7 +6730,7 @@ Other Poems</i>. London: Printed for John Murray, Albemarle Street, 1816." Immediately below the title is a note: "The following Poem was a Chorus in an unpublished Witch Drama, which was begun some years ago."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_118" id="Footnote_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118"><span class="label">[118]</span></a><a id="Note_92"></a>{92}[Manfred was done into Italian by a translator "who was +<p><a id="Footnote_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118"><span class="label">[118]</span></a><a id="Note_92"></a>{92}[Manfred was done into Italian by a translator "who was unable to find in the dictionaries ... any other signification of the 'wisp' of this line than 'a bundle of straw.'" Byron offered him two hundred francs if he would destroy the MS., and engage to withhold his @@ -6783,21 +6738,21 @@ hand from all past or future poems. He at first refused; but, finding that the alternative was to be a horsewhipping, accepted the money, and signed the agreement.—<i>Life</i>, p. 375, note.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_av" id="Footnote_av"></a><a href="#FNanchor_av"><span class="label">[av]</span></a> <a id="Note_93"></a>{93} <i>I do adjure thee to this spell.</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_av"></a><a href="#FNanchor_av"><span class="label">[av]</span></a> <a id="Note_93"></a>{93} <i>I do adjure thee to this spell.</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_119" id="Footnote_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> <a id="Note_94"></a>{94}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> <a id="Note_94"></a>{94}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0" title="ô~) di~os ai)thê\r, k.t.l.">ὦ δῖος αἰθὴρ, κ.τ.λ.<br /></span> +<span class="i0" title="ô~) di~os ai)thê\r, k.t.l.">ὦ δῖος αἰθὴρ, κ.τ.λ.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Æschylus, <i>Prometheus Vinctus,</i> lines 88-91.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_120" id="Footnote_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> <a id="Note_95"></a>{95}[Compare Hamlet's speech to Rosencrantz and +<p><a id="Footnote_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> <a id="Note_95"></a>{95}[Compare Hamlet's speech to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (<i>Hamlet,</i> act ii. sc. 2, lines 286, <i>sq.</i>).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_121" id="Footnote_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> [The germs of this and of several other passages in +<p><a id="Footnote_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> [The germs of this and of several other passages in <i>Manfred</i> may be found, as Lord Byron stated, in the Journal of his Swiss tour, which he transmitted to his sister. "Sept. 19, 1816.—Arrived at a lake in the very nipple of the bosom of the @@ -6822,27 +6777,27 @@ they played the 'Ranz des Vaches' and other airs, by way of farewell. I have lately repeopled my mind with Nature" (<i>Letters</i>, 1899, in. 354, 355).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_122" id="Footnote_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> <a id="Note_96"></a>{96}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> <a id="Note_96"></a>{96}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>To a Skylark</i>, by P. B. Shelley, stanza iii. line 5.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_123" id="Footnote_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> ["Passed <i>whole woods of withered pines, all withered</i>; +<p><a id="Footnote_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> ["Passed <i>whole woods of withered pines, all withered</i>; trunks stripped and barkless, branches lifeless; done by a <i>single winter</i>,—their appearance reminded me of me and my family" (<i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 360).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_124" id="Footnote_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> <a id="Note_97"></a>{97}["Ascended the Wengen mountain.... Heard the +<p><a id="Footnote_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> <a id="Note_97"></a>{97}["Ascended the Wengen mountain.... Heard the Avalanches falling every five minutes nearly—as if God was pelting the Devil down from Heaven with snow balls" (<i>Letters</i>, 1899, in. 359).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_aw" id="Footnote_aw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aw"><span class="label">[aw]</span></a> <i>Like foam from the round ocean of old Hell</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_aw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_aw"><span class="label">[aw]</span></a> <i>Like foam from the round ocean of old Hell</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_125" id="Footnote_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> ["The clouds rose from the opposite valley, curling up +<p><a id="Footnote_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> ["The clouds rose from the opposite valley, curling up perpendicular precipices like the foam of the Ocean of Hell, during a Spring-tide—it was white, and sulphury, and immeasurably deep in appearance. The side we ascended was (of course) not of so precipitous a @@ -6852,7 +6807,7 @@ upon a boiling sea of cloud, dashing against the crags on which we stood of snow, I made a snowball and pelted Hobhouse with it" (<i>ibid</i>, pp. 359. 360).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_126" id="Footnote_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> [The fall of the Rossberg took place September 2, 1806. +<p><a id="Footnote_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> [The fall of the Rossberg took place September 2, 1806. "A huge mass of conglomerate rock, 1000 feet broad and 100 feet thick, detached itself from the face of the mountain (Rossberg or Rufiberg, near Goldau, south of Lake Zug), and slipped down into the valley below, @@ -6864,7 +6819,7 @@ grating sound like thunder ... and beheld the valleys shrouded in a cloud of dust; when it had cleared away they found the face of nature changed."—<i>Handbook of Switzerland,</i> Part 1. pp 58, 59.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_127" id="Footnote_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> <a id="Note_99"></a>{99}[The critics of the day either affected to ignore or +<p><a id="Footnote_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> <a id="Note_99"></a>{99}[The critics of the day either affected to ignore or severely censured (e.g. writers in the <i>Critical</i>, <i>European</i>, and <i>Gentleman's</i> Magazines) the allusions to an incestuous passion between Manfred and Astarte. Shelley, in a letter to Mrs. Gisborne, November 16, @@ -6874,8 +6829,8 @@ scene between Amon and Tamar is perfectly tremendous. Well may Calderon say, in the person of the former— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Si sangre sin fuego hiere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Qua fara sangre con fuego.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Si sangre sin fuego hiere<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Qua fara sangre con fuego.'<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Incest is, like many other incorrect things, a very poetical @@ -6885,12 +6840,12 @@ may be that cynical rage which, confounding the good and the bad in existing opinions, breaks through them for the purpose of rioting in selfishness and antipathy."—<i>Works of P. B. Shelley,</i> 1880, iv. 142.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ax" id="Footnote_ax"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ax"><span class="label">[ax]</span></a> <a id="Note_100"></a>{100}——<i>and some insaner sin</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_ax"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ax"><span class="label">[ax]</span></a> <a id="Note_100"></a>{100}——<i>and some insaner sin</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_128" id="Footnote_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold,</i> Canto III. stanza v. lines +<p><a id="Footnote_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold,</i> Canto III. stanza v. lines 1, 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_129" id="Footnote_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> <a id="Note_102"></a>{102} This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the +<p><a id="Footnote_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> <a id="Note_102"></a>{102} This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the lower part of the Alpine torrents; it is exactly like a rainbow come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk into it: this effect lasts till noon. ["Before ascending the mountain, went to the torrent (7 @@ -6899,7 +6854,7 @@ part of all colours, but principally purple and gold; the bow moving as you move; I never saw anything like this; it is only in the Sunshine" (<i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii, 359).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_130" id="Footnote_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> ["Arrived at the foot of the Mountain (the Yung frau, +<p><a id="Footnote_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> ["Arrived at the foot of the Mountain (the Yung frau, i.e. the Maiden); Glaciers; torrents; one of these torrents <i>nine hundred feet</i> in height of visible descent ... heard an Avalanche fall, like thunder; saw Glacier—enormous. Storm came on, thunder, lightning, @@ -6911,34 +6866,34 @@ water, but a something between both; it's immense height ... gives it a wave, a curve, a spreading here, a condensation there, wonderful and indescribable" (ibid., pp. 357, 358).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ay" id="Footnote_ay"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ay"><span class="label">[ay]</span></a> <a id="Note_103"></a>{103} <i>Wherein seems glassed</i>——.—[MS. of extract, +<p><a id="Footnote_ay"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ay"><span class="label">[ay]</span></a> <a id="Note_103"></a>{103} <i>Wherein seems glassed</i>——.—[MS. of extract, February 15, 1817.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_131" id="Footnote_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> <a id="Note_104"></a>{104} [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza lxxii. +<p><a id="Footnote_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> <a id="Note_104"></a>{104} [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza lxxii. lines 2, 3, note 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_132" id="Footnote_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza clxxxiv. line +<p><a id="Footnote_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza clxxxiv. line 3, note 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_133" id="Footnote_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The moving moon went up the sky."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The moving moon went up the sky."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Ancient Mariner</i>, Part IV. line 263. </p><p> Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The climbing moon."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The climbing moon."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><a href="#Page_129">Act iii. sc. 3, line 40</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_134" id="Footnote_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> <a id="Note_105"></a>{105}[Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto II. stanzas v.-xi.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> <a id="Note_105"></a>{105}[Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto II. stanzas v.-xi.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_135" id="Footnote_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> The philosopher Jamblicus. The story of the raising of +<p><a id="Footnote_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> The philosopher Jamblicus. The story of the raising of Eros and Anteros may be found in his life by Eunapius. It is well told. ["It is reported of him," says Eunapius, "that while he and his scholars were bathing in the hot baths of Gadara, in Syria, a dispute arising @@ -6960,18 +6915,18 @@ more questions."—Eunapii Sardiani <i>Vitæ Philosophorum et Sophistar (28, 29), <i>Philostratorum</i>, etc., <i>Opera</i>, Paris, 1829, p. 459, lines 20-50.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_136" id="Footnote_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> <a id="Note_107"></a>{107}[There may be some allusion here to "the squall off +<p><a id="Footnote_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> <a id="Note_107"></a>{107}[There may be some allusion here to "the squall off Meillerie" on the Lake of Geneva (see Letter to Murray, June 27, 1816, <i>Letters,</i> 1899, iii. 333).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_137" id="Footnote_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137"><span class="label">[137]</span></a> [Compare the concluding sentence of the Journal in +<p><a id="Footnote_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137"><span class="label">[137]</span></a> [Compare the concluding sentence of the Journal in Switzerland (<i>ibid.,</i> p. 364).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_az" id="Footnote_az"></a><a href="#FNanchor_az"><span class="label">[az]</span></a> <i>And live—and live for ever</i>.—[Specimen sheet.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_az"></a><a href="#FNanchor_az"><span class="label">[az]</span></a> <i>And live—and live for ever</i>.—[Specimen sheet.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ba" id="Footnote_ba"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ba"><span class="label">[ba]</span></a> <a id="Note_108"></a>{108} <i>As from a bath</i>—.—[MS, erased.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_ba"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ba"><span class="label">[ba]</span></a> <a id="Note_108"></a>{108} <i>As from a bath</i>—.—[MS, erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_138" id="Footnote_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138"><span class="label">[138]</span></a> The story of Pausanias, king of Sparta, (who commanded +<p><a id="Footnote_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138"><span class="label">[138]</span></a> The story of Pausanias, king of Sparta, (who commanded the Greeks at the battle of Platea, and afterwards perished for an attempt to betray the Lacedæmonians), and Cleonice, is told in Plutarch's life of Cimon; and in the Laconics of Pausanias the sophist @@ -6992,7 +6947,7 @@ Her image appeared to him every night, and with a menacing tone repeated this heroic verse— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Go to the fate which pride and lust prepare!'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Go to the fate which pride and lust prepare!'<br ></span> </div></div> <p> The allies, highly incensed at this infamous action, joined Cimon to @@ -7014,27 +6969,27 @@ the deprecations of Jupiter Phyxius, and went to Phigalea to the Arcadian evocators of souls."—<i>Descr. of Greece</i> (translated by T. Taylor), 1794, i. 304, 305.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_139" id="Footnote_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139"><span class="label">[139]</span></a> <a id="Note_109"></a>{109}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139"><span class="label">[139]</span></a> <a id="Note_109"></a>{109}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But I have seen the soaring Jungfrau rear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her never-trodden snow."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But I have seen the soaring Jungfrau rear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her never-trodden snow."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza lxxiii. lines 6, 7. </p><p> Byron did not know, or ignored, the fact that the Jungfrau was first ascended in 1811, by the brothers Meyer, of Aarau.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_140" id="Footnote_140"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_140"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_140"><span class="label">[140]</span></a> <a id="Note_110"></a>{110}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And who commanded (and the silence came)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here let the billows stiffen and have rest?<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Motionless torrents! silent cataracts."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And who commanded (and the silence came)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here let the billows stiffen and have rest?<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Motionless torrents! silent cataracts."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Hymn before Sunrise, etc.,</i> by S.T. Coleridge, lines 47, 48, 53. </p><p> @@ -7042,18 +6997,18 @@ ascended in 1811, by the brothers Meyer, of Aarau.]</p></div> higher Glacier—twilight, but distinct—very fine Glacier, like <i>a frozen hurricane</i>" (Letters, 1899, iii. 360).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_141" id="Footnote_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141"><span class="label">[141]</span></a> [The idea of the Witches' Festival may have been derived +<p><a id="Footnote_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141"><span class="label">[141]</span></a> [The idea of the Witches' Festival may have been derived from the Walpurgisnacht on the Brocken.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_142" id="Footnote_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142"><span class="label">[142]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142"><span class="label">[142]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Freedom ne'er shall want an heir;<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">When once more her hosts assemble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tyrants shall believe and tremble—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smile they at this idle threat?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crimson tears will follow yet."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Freedom ne'er shall want an heir;<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">When once more her hosts assemble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tyrants shall believe and tremble—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Smile they at this idle threat?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Crimson tears will follow yet."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ode from the French,</i> v. 8, 11-14. <i>Poetical Works,</i> 1900, iii. 435. </p><p> @@ -7061,86 +7016,86 @@ Compare, too, <i>Napoleon's Farewell</i>, stanza 3, ibid., p. 428. The "Voice" prophesies that St. Helena will prove a second Elba, and that Napoleon will "live to fight another day."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_143" id="Footnote_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143"><span class="label">[143]</span></a> <a id="Note_111"></a>{111}[Byron may have had in his mind Thomas Lord Cochrane +<p><a id="Footnote_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143"><span class="label">[143]</span></a> <a id="Note_111"></a>{111}[Byron may have had in his mind Thomas Lord Cochrane (1775-1860), "who had done brilliant service in his successive commands—the <i>Speedy</i>, <i>Pallas</i>, <i>Impérieuse</i>, and the flotilla of fire-ships at Basque Roads in 1809." In his Diary, March 10, 1814, he speaks of him as "the stock-jobbing hoaxer" (<i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 396, note 1).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_144" id="Footnote_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144"><span class="label">[144]</span></a> <a id="Note_112"></a>{112}[Arimanes, the Aherman of <i>Vathek</i>, the Arimanius of +<p><a id="Footnote_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144"><span class="label">[144]</span></a> <a id="Note_112"></a>{112}[Arimanes, the Aherman of <i>Vathek</i>, the Arimanius of Greek and Latin writers, is the Ahriman (or Angra Mainyu, "who is all death," the spirit of evil, the counter-creator) of the <i>Zend-Avesta</i>, "Fargard," i. 5 (translated by James Darmesteter, 1895, p. 4). Byron may have got the form Arimanius (<i>vide</i> Steph., <i>Thesaurus</i>) from D'Herbelot, and changed it to Arimanes.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_145" id="Footnote_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145"><span class="label">[145]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145"><span class="label">[145]</span></a> <a id="Note_113"></a>{113} [The "formidable Eblis" sat on a globe of fire—"in his hand ... he swayed the iron sceptre that causes ... all the powers of the abyss to tremble."—<i>Vathek</i>, by William Beckford, 1887, p. 178.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bb" id="Footnote_bb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bb"><span class="label">[bb]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_bb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bb"><span class="label">[bb]</span></a> <i>The comets herald through the burning skies</i>.—[Alternative reading in MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_146" id="Footnote_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146"><span class="label">[146]</span></a> <a id="Note_114"></a>{114}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146"><span class="label">[146]</span></a> <a id="Note_114"></a>{114}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sorrow is Knowledge."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sorrow is Knowledge."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Act I. sc. 1, line 10, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_85">p. 85</a>. </p><p> Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'All that we know is, nothing can be known.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'All that we know is, nothing can be known.'"<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto II. stanza vii. lines 1, 2,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto II. stanza vii. lines 1, 2,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 103.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_147" id="Footnote_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147"> +<p><a id="Footnote_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147"> <span class="label">[147]</span></a> <a id="Note_115"></a> {115}[Astarte is the classical form (<i>vide</i> Cicero, <i>De Naturâ Deorum</i>, iii. 23, and Lucian, <i>De Syriâ Deâ</i>, iv.) of Milton's </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">"Moonéd Ashtaroth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven's queen and mother both."<br /></span> +<span class="i8">"Moonéd Ashtaroth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven's queen and mother both."<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Cicero says that she was married to Adonis, alluding, no doubt, to the myth of the Phoenician Astoreth, who was at once the bride and mother of Tammuz or Adonis.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bc" id="Footnote_bc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bc"><span class="label">[bc]</span></a> <a id="Note_116"></a>{116}<i>Or dost Qy?</i>—[Marginal reading in MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bc"><span class="label">[bc]</span></a> <a id="Note_116"></a>{116}<i>Or dost Qy?</i>—[Marginal reading in MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_148" id="Footnote_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148"><span class="label">[148]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148"><span class="label">[148]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i29">" ... illume<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With hectic light, the Hesperus of the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her consuming cheek the autumnal leaf-like red."<br /></span> +<span class="i29">" ... illume<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With hectic light, the Hesperus of the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of her consuming cheek the autumnal leaf-like red."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cii. lines 7-9.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_149" id="Footnote_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149"><span class="label">[149]</span></a> <a id="Note_118"></a>{118}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149"><span class="label">[149]</span></a> <a id="Note_118"></a>{118}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">" ... a firm will, and a deep sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which even in torture can descry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its own concentered recompense."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">" ... a firm will, and a deep sense,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which even in torture can descry<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Its own concentered recompense."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Prometheus</i>, iii. 55-57, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_51">p. 51</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_150" id="Footnote_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150"><span class="label">[150]</span></a> <a id="Note_119"></a>{119}[On September 22, 1816 (<i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 357, +<p><a id="Footnote_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150"><span class="label">[150]</span></a> <a id="Note_119"></a>{119}[On September 22, 1816 (<i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 357, note 2), Byron rode from Neuhaus, at the Interlaken end of Lake Thun, to the Staubbach. On the way between Matten and Müllinen, not far from the village of Wilderswyl, he passed the baronial Castle of Unspunnen, @@ -7165,13 +7120,13 @@ retelling the story is that there appeared to be "a striking coincidence in some characteristic features between Lord Byron's drama and the Swiss tradition."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_151" id="Footnote_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151"> +<p><a id="Footnote_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151"> <span class="label">[151]</span></a> [The "revised version" makes no further mention of the "key and casket;" but in the first draft (<i>vide infra</i>, <a href="#Footnote_154">p. 122</a>) they were used by Manfred in calling up Astaroth (<i>Selections from Byron</i>, New York, 1900, p. 370).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_152" id="Footnote_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152"><span class="label">[152]</span></a> <a id="Note_120"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152"><span class="label">[152]</span></a> <a id="Note_120"></a> {120}[Byron may have had in his mind a sentence in a letter of C. Cassius to Cicero (<i>Epist.,</i> xv. 19), in which he says, "It is difficult to persuade men that goodness is desirable for its own sake @@ -7182,139 +7137,139 @@ calm are won by virtue, justice, in a word by goodness (<span title="tô~| kalô~|">τῷ καλῷ</span>)."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_153" id="Footnote_153"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_153"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_153"><span class="label">[153]</span></a>St. Maurice is in the Rhone valley, some sixteen miles from Villeneuve. The abbey (now occupied by Augustinian monks) was founded in the fourth century, and endowed by Sigismund, King of Burgundy.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_154" id="Footnote_154"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_154"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_154"><span class="label">[154]</span></a> <a id="Note_121"></a> {121}[Thus far the text stands as originally written. The rest of the scene as given in the first MS. is as follows:— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Then, hear and tremble! For the headstrong wretch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who in the mail of innate hardihood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would shield himself, and battle for his sins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is the stake on earth—and beyond earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eternal—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Then, hear and tremble! For the headstrong wretch<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who in the mail of innate hardihood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would shield himself, and battle for his sins,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is the stake on earth—and beyond earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Eternal—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>Charity, most reverend father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Becomes thy lips so much more than this menace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I would call thee back to it: but say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would'st thou with me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>Charity, most reverend father,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Becomes thy lips so much more than this menace,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I would call thee back to it: but say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What would'st thou with me?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>It may be there are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things that would shake thee—but I keep them back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give thee till to-morrow to repent.<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then if thou dost not all devote thyself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To penance, and with gift of all thy lands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Monastery——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>It may be there are<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Things that would shake thee—but I keep them back,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And give thee till to-morrow to repent.<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then if thou dost not all devote thyself<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To penance, and with gift of all thy lands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Monastery——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>I understand thee,—well!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>I understand thee,—well!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Expect no mercy; I have warned thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. Expect no mercy; I have warned thee.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>opening the casket</i>).<span class="s16"> </span>Stop—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a gift for thee within this casket.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>opens the casket, strikes a light, and burns some incense.</i></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ho! Ashtaroth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. (<i>opening the casket</i>).<span class="s16"> </span>Stop—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is a gift for thee within this casket.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>opens the casket, strikes a light, and burns some incense.</i></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ho! Ashtaroth!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Demon Ashtaroth</span> <i>appears, singing as follows:—</i> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">The raven sits<br /></span> -<span class="i8">On the Raven-stone,[<a href="#X154A">A</a>]<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And his black wing flits<br /></span> -<span class="i8">O'er the milk—white bone;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i6">To and fro, as the night—winds blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The carcass of the assassin swings;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And there alone, on the Raven-stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The raven flaps his dusky wings.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The raven sits<br ></span> +<span class="i8">On the Raven-stone,[<a href="#X154A">A</a>]<br ></span> +<span class="i6">And his black wing flits<br ></span> +<span class="i8">O'er the milk—white bone;<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i6">To and fro, as the night—winds blow,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">The carcass of the assassin swings;<br ></span> +<span class="i6">And there alone, on the Raven-stone,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">The raven flaps his dusky wings.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">The fetters creak—and his ebon beak<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Croaks to the close of the hollow sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And this is the tune, by the light of the Moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">To which the Witches dance their round—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Merrily—merrily—cheerily—cheerily—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Merrily—merrily—speeds the ball:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i6">The dead in their shrouds, and the Demons in clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Flock to the Witches' Carnival.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The fetters creak—and his ebon beak<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Croaks to the close of the hollow sound;<br ></span> +<span class="i6">And this is the tune, by the light of the Moon,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">To which the Witches dance their round—<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Merrily—merrily—cheerily—cheerily—<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Merrily—merrily—speeds the ball:<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i6">The dead in their shrouds, and the Demons in clouds,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Flock to the Witches' Carnival.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. I fear thee not—hence—hence—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avaunt thee, evil One!—help, ho! without there!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Abbot</i>. I fear thee not—hence—hence—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Avaunt thee, evil One!—help, ho! without there!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Convey this man to the Shreckhorn—to its peak—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To its extremest peak—watch with him there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From now till sunrise; let him gaze, and know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He ne'er again will be so near to Heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But harm him not; and, when the morrow breaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set him down safe in his cell—away with him!<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Convey this man to the Shreckhorn—to its peak—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To its extremest peak—watch with him there<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From now till sunrise; let him gaze, and know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He ne'er again will be so near to Heaven.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But harm him not; and, when the morrow breaks,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Set him down safe in his cell—away with him!<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ash</i>. Had I not better bring his brethren too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Convent and all, to bear him company?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ash</i>. Had I not better bring his brethren too,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Convent and all, to bear him company?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. No, this will serve for the present. Take him up.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. No, this will serve for the present. Take him up.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ash</i>. Come, Friar! now an exorcism or two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we shall fly the lighter.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ash</i>. Come, Friar! now an exorcism or two,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we shall fly the lighter.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Ashtaroth</span> <i>disappears with the</i> <span class="smcap">Abbot</span>, <i>singing as follows:—</i> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">A prodigal son, and a maid undone,[<a href="#X154B">B</a>]<br /></span> -<span class="i8">And a widow re-wedded within the year;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And a worldly monk, and a pregnant nun,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Are things which every day appear.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">A prodigal son, and a maid undone,[<a href="#X154B">B</a>]<br ></span> +<span class="i8">And a widow re-wedded within the year;<br ></span> +<span class="i6">And a worldly monk, and a pregnant nun,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Are things which every day appear.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>alone.</i> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Why would this fool break in on me, and force<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My art to pranks fantastical?—no matter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not of my seeking. My heart sickens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And weighs a fixed foreboding on my soul.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it is calm—calm as a sullen sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After the hurricane; the winds are still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the cold waves swell high and heavily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there is danger in them. Such a rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is no repose. My life hath been a combat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every thought a wound, till I am scarred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the immortal part of me.—What now?]<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Man</i>. Why would this fool break in on me, and force<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My art to pranks fantastical?—no matter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was not of my seeking. My heart sickens,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And weighs a fixed foreboding on my soul.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But it is calm—calm as a sullen sea<br ></span> +<span class="i0">After the hurricane; the winds are still,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the cold waves swell high and heavily,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there is danger in them. Such a rest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is no repose. My life hath been a combat,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And every thought a wound, till I am scarred<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the immortal part of me.—What now?]<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> </div></div> -<p>[<a id="X154A" name="X154A">A</a>] "Raven-stone (Rabenstein), a translation of the German word for the +<p>[<a id="X154A">A</a>] "Raven-stone (Rabenstein), a translation of the German word for the gibbet, which in Germany and Switzerland is permanent, and made of stone." [Compare <i>Werner,</i> act ii. sc. 2. Compare, too, Anster's <i>Faust,</i> 1883, p. 306.] </p> <p> -[<a id="X154B" name="X154B">B</a>] +[<a id="X154B">B</a>] </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A prodigal son—and a pregnant nun, nun,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i5"><i>And a widow re-wedded within the year—</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And a calf at grass—and a priest at mass.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Are things which every day appear</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A prodigal son—and a pregnant nun, nun,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i5"><i>And a widow re-wedded within the year—</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And a calf at grass—and a priest at mass.</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Are things which every day appear</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_155" id="Footnote_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155"><span class="label">[155]</span></a> <a id="Note_123"></a>{123}[A supplementary MS. supplies the text for the +<p><a id="Footnote_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155"><span class="label">[155]</span></a> <a id="Note_123"></a>{123}[A supplementary MS. supplies the text for the remainder of the scene.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_156" id="Footnote_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156"><span class="label">[156]</span></a> <a id="Note_124"></a>{124}[For the death of Nero, "Rome's sixth Emperor," +<p><a id="Footnote_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156"><span class="label">[156]</span></a> <a id="Note_124"></a>{124}[For the death of Nero, "Rome's sixth Emperor," <i>vide</i> <i>C. Suet. Tranq</i>., lib. vi. cap. xlix.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bd" id="Footnote_bd"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_bd"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_bd"><span class="label">[bd]</span></a> </p> <p> @@ -7327,83 +7282,83 @@ remainder of the scene.]</p></div> </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_157" id="Footnote_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157"><span class="label">[157]</span></a> [A reminiscence of the clouds of spray from the Fall of +<p><a id="Footnote_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157"><span class="label">[157]</span></a> [A reminiscence of the clouds of spray from the Fall of the Staubbach, which, in certain aspects, appear to be springing upwards from the bed of the waterfall.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_158" id="Footnote_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158"><span class="label">[158]</span></a> <a id="Note_125"></a>{125}[Compare <i>The Giaour,</i> lines 282-284. Compare, too, +<p><a id="Footnote_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158"><span class="label">[158]</span></a> <a id="Note_125"></a>{125}[Compare <i>The Giaour,</i> lines 282-284. Compare, too, <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto IV. stanza lvii. line 8.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_159" id="Footnote_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159"><span class="label">[159]</span></a> [Here, as in so many other passages of <i>Manfred,</i> Byron +<p><a id="Footnote_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159"><span class="label">[159]</span></a> [Here, as in so many other passages of <i>Manfred,</i> Byron is recording his own feelings and forebodings. The same note is struck in the melancholy letters of the autumn of 1811. See, for example, the letter to Dallas, October 11, "It seems as though I were to experience in my youth the greatest misery of age," etc. (<i>Letters,</i> 1898, ii. 52).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_160" id="Footnote_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160"><span class="label">[160]</span></a> <a id="Note_126"></a>{126}["Pray, was Manfred's speech to <i>the Sun</i> still +<p><a id="Footnote_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160"><span class="label">[160]</span></a> <a id="Note_126"></a>{126}["Pray, was Manfred's speech to <i>the Sun</i> still retained in Act third? I hope so: it was one of the best in the thing, and better than the Colosseum."—Letter to Murray, July 9, 1817, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 147. Compare Byron's early rendering of "Ossian's Address to the Sun 'in Carthon.'"—<i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 229.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_161" id="Footnote_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161"><span class="label">[161]</span></a> <a id="Note_127"></a>{127} "And it came to pass, that the <i>Sons of God</i> saw the +<p><a id="Footnote_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161"><span class="label">[161]</span></a> <a id="Note_127"></a>{127} "And it came to pass, that the <i>Sons of God</i> saw the daughters of men, that they were fair," etc.—"There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the <i>Sons of God</i> came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown."—<i>Genesis</i>, ch. vi. verses 2 and 4.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_162" id="Footnote_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162"><span class="label">[162]</span></a> [For the "Chaldeans" and "mountain-tops," see <i>Childe +<p><a id="Footnote_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162"><span class="label">[162]</span></a> [For the "Chaldeans" and "mountain-tops," see <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III, stanza xiv. line i, and stanza xci. lines 1-3.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_be" id="Footnote_be"></a><a href="#FNanchor_be"><span class="label">[be]</span></a> <a id="Note_129"></a>{129} <i>Some strange things in these far years</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_be"></a><a href="#FNanchor_be"><span class="label">[be]</span></a> <a id="Note_129"></a>{129} <i>Some strange things in these far years</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_163" id="Footnote_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163"><span class="label">[163]</span></a> [The Grosse Eiger is a few miles to the south of the +<p><a id="Footnote_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163"><span class="label">[163]</span></a> [The Grosse Eiger is a few miles to the south of the Castle of Unspunnen.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_164" id="Footnote_164"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_164"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_164"><span class="label">[164]</span></a> The remainder of the act in its original shape, ran thus— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Look—look—the tower—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tower's on fire. Oh, heavens and earth! what sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What dreadful sound is that? <span class="ilsd">[<i>A crash like thunder</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Look—look—the tower—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tower's on fire. Oh, heavens and earth! what sound,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What dreadful sound is that? <span class="ilsd">[<i>A crash like thunder</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Help, help, there!—to the rescue of the Count,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Count's in danger,—what ho! there! approach!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<i>The Servants, Vassals, and Peasantry approach stupifed with terror</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If there be any of you who have heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love of human kind, and will to aid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those in distress—pause not—but follow me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The portal's open, follow. <span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manuel</span> <i>goes in</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Help, help, there!—to the rescue of the Count,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Count's in danger,—what ho! there! approach!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<i>The Servants, Vassals, and Peasantry approach stupifed with terror</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If there be any of you who have heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And love of human kind, and will to aid<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those in distress—pause not—but follow me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The portal's open, follow. <span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manuel</span> <i>goes in</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Come—who follows?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What, none of ye?—ye recreants! shiver then<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without. I will not see old Manuel risk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His few remaining years unaided. <span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Herman</span> <i>goes in</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Come—who follows?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What, none of ye?—ye recreants! shiver then<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without. I will not see old Manuel risk<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His few remaining years unaided. <span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Herman</span> <i>goes in</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vassal</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Hark!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No—all is silent—not a breath—the flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shot forth such a blaze is also gone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What may this mean? Let's enter!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vassal</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Hark!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No—all is silent—not a breath—the flame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shot forth such a blaze is also gone:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What may this mean? Let's enter!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Peasant</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Faith, not I,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not but, if one, or two, or more, will join,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I then will stay behind; but, for my part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do not see precisely to what end.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Peasant</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Faith, not I,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not but, if one, or two, or more, will join,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I then will stay behind; but, for my part,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I do not see precisely to what end.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vassal</i>. Cease your vain prating—come.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vassal</i>. Cease your vain prating—come.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i> (<i>speaking within</i>).<span class="s14"> </span>'Tis all in vain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i> (<i>speaking within</i>).<span class="s14"> </span>'Tis all in vain—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He's dead.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. (<i>within</i>). Not so—even now methought he moved;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it is dark—so bear him gently out—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Softly—how cold he is! take care of his temples<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In winding down the staircase.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. (<i>within</i>). Not so—even now methought he moved;<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But it is dark—so bear him gently out—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Softly—how cold he is! take care of his temples<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In winding down the staircase.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Manuel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Herman</span>, @@ -7412,54 +7367,54 @@ The remainder of the act in its original shape, ran thus— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Hie to the castle, some of ye, and bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What aid you can. Saddle the barb, and speed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the leech to the city—quick! some water there!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Hie to the castle, some of ye, and bring<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What aid you can. Saddle the barb, and speed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the leech to the city—quick! some water there!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. His cheek is black—but there is a faint beat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still lingering about the heart. Some water.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>They sprinkle</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>with water:<br />after a pause, he gives some signs of life</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. His cheek is black—but there is a faint beat<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still lingering about the heart. Some water.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>They sprinkle</i> <span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>with water:<br >after a pause, he gives some signs of life</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. He seems to strive to speak—come—cheerly, Count!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He moves his lips—canst hear him! I am old,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cannot catch faint sounds.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Herman</span> <i>inclining his head and listening</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. He seems to strive to speak—come—cheerly, Count!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He moves his lips—canst hear him! I am old,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cannot catch faint sounds.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Herman</span> <i>inclining his head and listening</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>I hear a word<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or two—but indistinctly—what is next?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What's to be done? let's bear him to the castle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>motions with his hand not to remove him</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>I hear a word<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or two—but indistinctly—what is next?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What's to be done? let's bear him to the castle.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span> <i>motions with his hand not to remove him</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. He disapproves—and 'twere of no avail—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He changes rapidly.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. He disapproves—and 'twere of no avail—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He changes rapidly.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>'Twill soon be over.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>'Twill soon be over.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Oh! what a death is this! that I should live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shake my gray hairs over the last chief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the house of Sigismund.—And such a death!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone—we know not how—unshrived—untended—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With strange accompaniments and fearful signs—<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shudder at the sight—but must not leave him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Oh! what a death is this! that I should live<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To shake my gray hairs over the last chief<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the house of Sigismund.—And such a death!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alone—we know not how—unshrived—untended—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With strange accompaniments and fearful signs—<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I shudder at the sight—but must not leave him.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manfred</i> (<i>speaking faintly and slowly</i>). <br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old man! 'tis not so difficult to die.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span>, <i>having said this, expires</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. His eyes are fixed and lifeless.—He is gone.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manfred</i> (<i>speaking faintly and slowly</i>). <br ></span> +<span class="i0">Old man! 'tis not so difficult to die.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"> <span class="ilsd">[<span class="smcap">Manfred</span>, <i>having said this, expires</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her</i>. His eyes are fixed and lifeless.—He is gone.—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Close them.—My old hand quivers.—He departs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whither? I dread to think—but he is gone!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Manuel</i>. Close them.—My old hand quivers.—He departs—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whither? I dread to think—but he is gone!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">End of Act Third, and of the poem."] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bf" id="Footnote_bf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bf"><span class="label">[bf]</span></a> <a id="Note_131"></a>{131} <i>Sirrah! I command thee</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bf"><span class="label">[bf]</span></a> <a id="Note_131"></a>{131} <i>Sirrah! I command thee</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_165" id="Footnote_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165"><span class="label">[165]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza lxxxvi. line +<p><a id="Footnote_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165"><span class="label">[165]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza lxxxvi. line 1; stanza lxxxix. lines 1, 2; and stanza xc. lines 1, 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_166" id="Footnote_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166"><span class="label">[166]</span></a> ["Drove at midnight to see the Coliseum by moonlight: but +<p><a id="Footnote_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166"><span class="label">[166]</span></a> ["Drove at midnight to see the Coliseum by moonlight: but what can I say of the Coliseum? It must be <i>seen</i>; to describe it I should have thought impossible, if I had not read <i>Manfred</i>.... His [Byron's] description is the very thing itself; but what cannot he do on @@ -7468,47 +7423,47 @@ produce waters even from the barren rock?"—Matthews's <i>Diary of an Invalid</i>, 1820, pp. 158, 159. (Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanzas cxxviii.-cxxxi.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_167" id="Footnote_167"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_167"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_167"><span class="label">[167]</span></a> <a id="Note_132"></a>{132}[Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanzas cvi.-cix.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_168" id="Footnote_168"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_168"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_168"><span class="label">[168]</span></a> [For "begun," compare <i>Don Juan</i>, Canto II. stanza clxvii. line 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_169" id="Footnote_169"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_169"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_169"><span class="label">[169]</span></a> <a id="Note_133"></a> {133}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i18">" ... but his face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep scars of thunder had intrenched."<br /></span> +<span class="i18">" ... but his face<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deep scars of thunder had intrenched."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Paradise Lost</i>, i. 600.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bg" id="Footnote_bg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bg"><span class="label">[bg]</span></a> <i>Summons</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bg"><span class="label">[bg]</span></a> <i>Summons</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_170" id="Footnote_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170"><span class="label">[170]</span></a> <a id="Note_135"></a>{135} +<p><a id="Footnote_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170"><span class="label">[170]</span></a> <a id="Note_135"></a>{135} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["The mind is its own place, and in itself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["The mind is its own place, and in itself<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Paradise Lost</i>, i. 254, 255.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_171" id="Footnote_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171"><span class="label">[171]</span></a> <a id="Note_136"></a>{136}[In the first edition (p. 75), this line was left out +<p><a id="Footnote_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171"><span class="label">[171]</span></a> <a id="Note_136"></a>{136}[In the first edition (p. 75), this line was left out at Gifford's suggestion (<i>Memoirs, etc.,</i> 1891, i. 387). Byron was indignant, and wrote to Murray, August 12, 1817 (<i>Letters,</i> 1900, iv. 157), "You have destroyed the whole effect and moral of the poem, by omitting the last line of Manfred's speaking."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_172" id="Footnote_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172"><span class="label">[172]</span></a> [For Goethes translation of the following passages in +<p><a id="Footnote_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172"><span class="label">[172]</span></a> [For Goethes translation of the following passages in <i>Manfred</i>, viz (i) Manfred's soliloquy, act 1. sc. 1, line 1 <i>seq.</i>; (ii) "The Incantation." act i. sc. 1, lines 192-261; (iii)Manfred's soliloquy, act ii, sc. 2 lines 164-204; (iv.) the duologue between @@ -7520,18 +7475,18 @@ Professor A. Brandl's <i>Goethe-Jahrbuch.</i> 1899, and Goethe's <i>Werke,</i> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="THE_LAMENT_OF_TASSO" id="THE_LAMENT_OF_TASSO"></a>THE LAMENT OF TASSO.</h2> +<h2><a id="THE_LAMENT_OF_TASSO"></a>THE LAMENT OF TASSO.</h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>THE LAMENT OF TASSO</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> @@ -7557,16 +7512,16 @@ August, 1817, vol. 87, pp. 150, 151; in <i>The Scot's Magazine</i>, August, in <i>Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine</i>, November, 1817, vol. ii. pp. 142-144.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> <h3>ADVERTISEMENT -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p>At Ferrara, in the Library, are preserved the original MSS. of Tasso's -Gierusalemme<a name="FNanchor_173" id="FNanchor_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_173" class="fnanchor">[173]</a> and of Guarini's Pastor Fido, with letters of Tasso, +Gierusalemme<a id="FNanchor_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_173" class="fnanchor">[173]</a> and of Guarini's Pastor Fido, with letters of Tasso, one from Titian to Ariosto, and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house, of the latter. But, as misfortune has a greater interest for posterity, and little or none for the cotemporary, the cell where Tasso @@ -7576,322 +7531,322 @@ effect on me. There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the wonder and the indignation of the spectator. Ferrara is much decayed and depopulated: the castle still exists entire; and I saw the court where Parisina and -Hugo were beheaded, according to the annal of Gibbon.<a name="FNanchor_174" id="FNanchor_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_174" class="fnanchor">[174]</a></p> +Hugo were beheaded, according to the annal of Gibbon.<a id="FNanchor_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_174" class="fnanchor">[174]</a></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> -<h3>THE LAMENT OF TASSO.<a name="FNanchor_175" id="FNanchor_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_175" class="fnanchor">[175]</a> +<h3>THE LAMENT OF TASSO.<a id="FNanchor_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_175" class="fnanchor">[175]</a> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Long</span> years!—It tries the thrilling frame to bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eagle-spirit of a Child of Song—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long years of outrage—calumny—and wrong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imputed madness, prisoned solitude,<a name="FNanchor_176" id="FNanchor_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_176" class="fnanchor">[176]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Mind's canker in its savage mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the impatient thirst of light and air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Parches the heart; and the abhorred grate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marring the sunbeams with its hideous shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Works through the throbbing eyeball to the brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a hot sense of heaviness and pain;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bare, at once, Captivity displayed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands scoffing through the never-opened gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which nothing through its bars admits, save day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tasteless food, which I have eat alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till its unsocial bitterness is gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I can banquet like a beast of prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sullen and lonely, couching in the cave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is my lair, and—it may be—my grave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this hath somewhat worn me, and may wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But must be borne. I stoop not to despair;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have battled with mine agony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made me wings wherewith to overfly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The narrow circus of my dungeon wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And revelled among men and things divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poured my spirit over Palestine,<a name="FNanchor_177" id="FNanchor_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_177" class="fnanchor">[177]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In honour of the sacred war for Him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The God who was on earth and is in Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For He has strengthened me in heart and limb.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That through this sufferance I might be forgiven,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have employed my penance to record<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How Salem's shrine was won, and how adored.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Long</span> years!—It tries the thrilling frame to bear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And eagle-spirit of a Child of Song—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Long years of outrage—calumny—and wrong;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Imputed madness, prisoned solitude,<a id="FNanchor_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_176" class="fnanchor">[176]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the Mind's canker in its savage mood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When the impatient thirst of light and air<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Parches the heart; and the abhorred grate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Marring the sunbeams with its hideous shade,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Works through the throbbing eyeball to the brain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a hot sense of heaviness and pain;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And bare, at once, Captivity displayed<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_144">[144]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stands scoffing through the never-opened gate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which nothing through its bars admits, save day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And tasteless food, which I have eat alone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till its unsocial bitterness is gone;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I can banquet like a beast of prey,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sullen and lonely, couching in the cave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is my lair, and—it may be—my grave.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All this hath somewhat worn me, and may wear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But must be borne. I stoop not to despair;<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I have battled with mine agony,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And made me wings wherewith to overfly<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The narrow circus of my dungeon wall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And freed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And revelled among men and things divine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And poured my spirit over Palestine,<a id="FNanchor_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_177" class="fnanchor">[177]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In honour of the sacred war for Him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The God who was on earth and is in Heaven,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For He has strengthened me in heart and limb.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That through this sufferance I might be forgiven,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have employed my penance to record<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How Salem's shrine was won, and how adored.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But this is o'er—my pleasant task is done:—<a name="FNanchor_178" id="FNanchor_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_178" class="fnanchor">[178]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My long-sustaining Friend of many years!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I do blot thy final page with tears,<a name="FNanchor_179" id="FNanchor_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_179" class="fnanchor">[179]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know, that my sorrows have wrung from me none.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Thou, my young creation! my Soul's child!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ever playing round me came and smiled,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wooed me from myself with thy sweet sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou too art gone—and so is my delight:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore do I weep and inly bleed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With this last bruise upon a broken reed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou too art ended—what is left me now?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have anguish yet to bear—and how?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not that—but in the innate force<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my own spirit shall be found resource.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not sunk, for I had no remorse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor cause for such: they called me mad—and why?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh Leonora! wilt not thou reply?<a name="FNanchor_180" id="FNanchor_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_180" class="fnanchor">[180]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was indeed delirious in my heart<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lift my love so lofty as thou art;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still my frenzy was not of the mind:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew my fault, and feel my punishment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not less because I suffer it unbent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath been the sin which shuts me from mankind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let them go, or torture as they will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart can multiply thine image still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Successful Love may sate itself away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have all feeling, save the one, decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every passion into one dilate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As rapid rivers into Ocean pour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this is o'er—my pleasant task is done:—<a id="FNanchor_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_178" class="fnanchor">[178]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My long-sustaining Friend of many years!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I do blot thy final page with tears,<a id="FNanchor_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_179" class="fnanchor">[179]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Know, that my sorrows have wrung from me none.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But Thou, my young creation! my Soul's child!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which ever playing round me came and smiled,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_145">[145]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wooed me from myself with thy sweet sight,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou too art gone—and so is my delight:<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore do I weep and inly bleed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With this last bruise upon a broken reed.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou too art ended—what is left me now?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I have anguish yet to bear—and how?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not that—but in the innate force<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of my own spirit shall be found resource.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have not sunk, for I had no remorse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor cause for such: they called me mad—and why?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh Leonora! wilt not thou reply?<a id="FNanchor_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_180" class="fnanchor">[180]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I was indeed delirious in my heart<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lift my love so lofty as thou art;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But still my frenzy was not of the mind:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I knew my fault, and feel my punishment<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not less because I suffer it unbent.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath been the sin which shuts me from mankind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let them go, or torture as they will,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My heart can multiply thine image still;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Successful Love may sate itself away;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To have all feeling, save the one, decay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And every passion into one dilate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As rapid rivers into Ocean pour;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of minds and bodies in captivity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hark! the lash and the increasing howl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the half-inarticulate blasphemy!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There be some here with worse than frenzy foul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some who do still goad on the o'er-laboured mind,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dim the little light that's left behind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With needless torture, as their tyrant Will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is wound up to the lust of doing ill:<a name="FNanchor_181" id="FNanchor_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_181" class="fnanchor">[181]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With these and with their victims am I classed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Mid sounds and sights like these long years have passed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Mid sights and sounds like these my life may close:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So let it be—for then I shall repose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of minds and bodies in captivity.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hark! the lash and the increasing howl,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the half-inarticulate blasphemy!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There be some here with worse than frenzy foul,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some who do still goad on the o'er-laboured mind,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And dim the little light that's left behind<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_146">[146]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With needless torture, as their tyrant Will<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is wound up to the lust of doing ill:<a id="FNanchor_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_181" class="fnanchor">[181]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With these and with their victims am I classed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid sounds and sights like these long years have passed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid sights and sounds like these my life may close:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So let it be—for then I shall repose.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have been patient, let me be so yet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had forgotten half I would forget,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it revives—Oh! would it were my lot<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be forgetful as I am forgot!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this vast Lazar-house of many woes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where laughter is not mirth, nor thought the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor words a language, nor ev'n men mankind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each is tortured in his separate hell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we are crowded in our solitudes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many, but each divided by the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">While all can hear, none heed his neighbour's call—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None! save that One, the veriest wretch of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was not made to be the mate of these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor bound between Distraction and Disease.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel I not wroth with those who placed me here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who have debased me in the minds of men,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Debarring me the usage of my own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blighting my life in best of its career,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would I not pay them back these pangs again,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And teach them inward Sorrow's stifled groan?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The struggle to be calm, and cold distress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which undermines our Stoical success?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No!—still too proud to be vindictive—I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have pardoned Princes' insults, and would die.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, Sister of my Sovereign! for thy sake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I weed all bitterness from out my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It hath no business where <i>thou</i> art a guest:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy brother hates—but I can not detest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou pitiest not—but I can not forsake.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have been patient, let me be so yet;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had forgotten half I would forget,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But it revives—Oh! would it were my lot<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be forgetful as I am forgot!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In this vast Lazar-house of many woes?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where laughter is not mirth, nor thought the mind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor words a language, nor ev'n men mankind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And each is tortured in his separate hell—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For we are crowded in our solitudes—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Many, but each divided by the wall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods;<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">While all can hear, none heed his neighbour's call—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">None! save that One, the veriest wretch of all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who was not made to be the mate of these,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor bound between Distraction and Disease.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Feel I not wroth with those who placed me here?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who have debased me in the minds of men,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_147">[147]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Debarring me the usage of my own,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Blighting my life in best of its career,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would I not pay them back these pangs again,<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And teach them inward Sorrow's stifled groan?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The struggle to be calm, and cold distress,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which undermines our Stoical success?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No!—still too proud to be vindictive—I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have pardoned Princes' insults, and would die.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, Sister of my Sovereign! for thy sake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I weed all bitterness from out my breast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It hath no business where <i>thou</i> art a guest:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy brother hates—but I can not detest;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou pitiest not—but I can not forsake.<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Look on a love which knows not to despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all unquenched is still my better part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As dwells the gathered lightning in its cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Encompassed with its dark and rolling shroud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till struck,—forth flies the all-ethereal dart!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus at the collision of thy name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vivid thought still flashes through my frame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for a moment all things as they were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flit by me;—they are gone—I am the same.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet my love without ambition grew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew thy state—my station—and I knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Princess was no love-mate for a bard;<a name="FNanchor_182" id="FNanchor_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_182" class="fnanchor">[182]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I told it not—I breathed it not<a name="FNanchor_183" id="FNanchor_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_183" class="fnanchor">[183]</a>—it was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sufficient to itself, its own reward;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if my eyes revealed it, they, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were punished by the silentness of thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I did not venture to repine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wert to me a crystal-girded shrine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worshipped at holy distance, and around<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hallowed and meekly kissed the saintly ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not for thou wert a Princess, but that Love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had robed thee with a glory, and arrayed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy lineaments in beauty that dismayed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! not dismayed—but awed, like One above!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in that sweet severity<a name="FNanchor_184" id="FNanchor_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_184" class="fnanchor">[184]</a> there was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A something which all softness did surpass—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not how—thy Genius mastered mine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Star stood still before thee:—if it were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presumptuous thus to love without design,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sad fatality hath cost me dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou art dearest still, and I should be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit for this cell, which wrongs me—but for <i>thee</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very love which locked me to my chain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath lightened half its weight; and for the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And look to thee with undivided breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And foil the ingenuity of Pain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look on a love which knows not to despair,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But all unquenched is still my better part,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As dwells the gathered lightning in its cloud,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Encompassed with its dark and rolling shroud,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till struck,—forth flies the all-ethereal dart!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus at the collision of thy name<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The vivid thought still flashes through my frame,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for a moment all things as they were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Flit by me;—they are gone—I am the same.<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet my love without ambition grew;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I knew thy state—my station—and I knew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Princess was no love-mate for a bard;<a id="FNanchor_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_182" class="fnanchor">[182]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I told it not—I breathed it not<a id="FNanchor_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_183" class="fnanchor">[183]</a>—it was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_148">[148]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sufficient to itself, its own reward;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if my eyes revealed it, they, alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were punished by the silentness of thine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet I did not venture to repine.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou wert to me a crystal-girded shrine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Worshipped at holy distance, and around<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hallowed and meekly kissed the saintly ground;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not for thou wert a Princess, but that Love<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had robed thee with a glory, and arrayed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy lineaments in beauty that dismayed—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! not dismayed—but awed, like One above!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in that sweet severity<a id="FNanchor_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_184" class="fnanchor">[184]</a> there was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A something which all softness did surpass—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not how—thy Genius mastered mine—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Star stood still before thee:—if it were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Presumptuous thus to love without design,<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That sad fatality hath cost me dear;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But thou art dearest still, and I should be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fit for this cell, which wrongs me—but for <i>thee</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The very love which locked me to my chain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath lightened half its weight; and for the rest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And look to thee with undivided breast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And foil the ingenuity of Pain.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is no marvel—from my very birth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My soul was drunk with Love,—which did pervade<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of objects all inanimate I made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rocks, whereby they grew, a Paradise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where I did lay me down within the shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of waving trees, and dreamed uncounted hours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though I was chid for wandering; and the Wise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shook their white agéd heads o'er me, and said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such materials wretched men were made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such a truant boy would end in woe,<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that the only lesson was a blow;<a name="FNanchor_185" id="FNanchor_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_185" class="fnanchor">[185]</a>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then they smote me, and I did not weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But cursed them in my heart, and to my haunt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Returned and wept alone, and dreamed again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The visions which arise without a sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with my years my soul began to pant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the whole heart exhaled into One Want,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But undefined and wandering, till the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I found the thing I sought—and that was thee;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I lost my being, all to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Absorbed in thine;—the world was past away;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i> didst annihilate the earth to me!<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0">It is no marvel—from my very birth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My soul was drunk with Love,—which did pervade<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of objects all inanimate I made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_149">[149]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And rocks, whereby they grew, a Paradise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where I did lay me down within the shade<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of waving trees, and dreamed uncounted hours,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though I was chid for wandering; and the Wise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shook their white agéd heads o'er me, and said<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of such materials wretched men were made,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And such a truant boy would end in woe,<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that the only lesson was a blow;<a id="FNanchor_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_185" class="fnanchor">[185]</a>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then they smote me, and I did not weep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But cursed them in my heart, and to my haunt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Returned and wept alone, and dreamed again<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The visions which arise without a sleep.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And with my years my soul began to pant<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the whole heart exhaled into One Want,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But undefined and wandering, till the day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I found the thing I sought—and that was thee;<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then I lost my being, all to be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Absorbed in thine;—the world was past away;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i> didst annihilate the earth to me!<br ></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I loved all Solitude—but little thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To spend I know not what of life, remote<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From all communion with existence, save<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The maniac and his tyrant;—had I been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fellow, many years ere this had seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My mind like theirs corrupted to its grave.<a name="FNanchor_bh" id="FNanchor_bh"></a><a href="#Footnote_bh" class="fnanchor">[bh]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But who hath seen me writhe, or heard me rave?<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance in such a cell we suffer more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the wrecked sailor on his desert shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world is all before him—<i>mine</i> is <i>here</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce twice the space they must accord my bier.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What though <i>he</i> perish, he may lift his eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a dying glance upbraid the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not raise my own in such reproof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although 'tis clouded by my dungeon roof.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I loved all Solitude—but little thought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To spend I know not what of life, remote<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From all communion with existence, save<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The maniac and his tyrant;—had I been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their fellow, many years ere this had seen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My mind like theirs corrupted to its grave.<a id="FNanchor_bh"></a><a href="#Footnote_bh" class="fnanchor">[bh]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But who hath seen me writhe, or heard me rave?<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance in such a cell we suffer more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than the wrecked sailor on his desert shore;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The world is all before him—<i>mine</i> is <i>here</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce twice the space they must accord my bier.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What though <i>he</i> perish, he may lift his eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And with a dying glance upbraid the sky;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will not raise my own in such reproof,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although 'tis clouded by my dungeon roof.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet do I feel at times my mind decline,<a name="FNanchor_186" id="FNanchor_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_186" class="fnanchor">[186]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with a sense of its decay: I see<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unwonted lights along my prison shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a strange Demon,<a name="FNanchor_187" id="FNanchor_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_187" class="fnanchor">[187]</a> who is vexing me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pilfering pranks and petty pains, below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The feeling of the healthful and the free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But much to One, who long hath suffered so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sickness of heart, and narrowness of place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all that may be borne, or can debase.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought mine enemies had been but Man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Spirits may be leagued with them—all Earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Abandons—Heaven forgets me;—in the dearth<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such defence the Powers of Evil can—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may be—tempt me further,—and prevail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the outworn creature they assail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why in this furnace is my spirit proved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like steel in tempering fire? because I loved?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I loved what not to love, and see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was more or less than mortal, and than me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet do I feel at times my mind decline,<a id="FNanchor_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_186" class="fnanchor">[186]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But with a sense of its decay: I see<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unwonted lights along my prison shine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And a strange Demon,<a id="FNanchor_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_187" class="fnanchor">[187]</a> who is vexing me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_151">[151]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With pilfering pranks and petty pains, below<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The feeling of the healthful and the free;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But much to One, who long hath suffered so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sickness of heart, and narrowness of place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all that may be borne, or can debase.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I thought mine enemies had been but Man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But Spirits may be leagued with them—all Earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Abandons—Heaven forgets me;—in the dearth<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of such defence the Powers of Evil can—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It may be—tempt me further,—and prevail<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against the outworn creature they assail.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why in this furnace is my spirit proved,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like steel in tempering fire? because I loved?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because I loved what not to love, and see,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was more or less than mortal, and than me.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I once was quick in feeling—that is o'er;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My scars are callous, or I should have dashed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brain against these bars, as the sun flashed<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mockery through them;—- If I bear and bore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The much I have recounted, and the more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which hath no words,—'t is that I would not die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sanction with self-slaughter the dull lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which snared me here, and with the brand of shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stamp Madness deep into my memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And woo Compassion to a blighted name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sealing the sentence which my foes proclaim.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No—it shall be immortal!—and I make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A future temple of my present cell,<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which nations yet shall visit for my sake.<a name="FNanchor_bi" id="FNanchor_bi"></a><a href="#Footnote_bi" class="fnanchor">[bi]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">While thou, Ferrara! when no longer dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ducal chiefs within thee, shall fall down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crumbling piecemeal view thy hearthless halls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Poet's wreath shall be thine only crown,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Poet's dungeon thy most far renown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While strangers wonder o'er thy unpeopled walls!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou, Leonora!—thou—who wert ashamed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That such as I could love—who blushed to hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To less than monarchs that thou couldst be dear,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go! tell thy brother, that my heart, untamed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By grief—years—weariness—and it may be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A taint of that he would impute to me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From long infection of a den like this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the mind rots congenial with the abyss,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adores thee still;—and add—that when the towers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And battlements which guard his joyous hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of banquet, dance, and revel, are forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or left untended in a dull repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This—this—shall be a consecrated spot!<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But <i>Thou</i>—when all that Birth and Beauty throws<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of magic round thee is extinct—shalt have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One half the laurel which o'ershades my grave.<a name="FNanchor_188" id="FNanchor_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_188" class="fnanchor">[188]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No power in death can tear our names apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As none in life could rend thee from my heart.<a name="FNanchor_bj" id="FNanchor_bj"></a><a href="#Footnote_bj" class="fnanchor">[bj]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, Leonora! it shall be our fate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be entwined<a name="FNanchor_189" id="FNanchor_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_189" class="fnanchor">[189]</a> for ever—but too late!<a name="FNanchor_190" id="FNanchor_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_190" class="fnanchor">[190]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I once was quick in feeling—that is o'er;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My scars are callous, or I should have dashed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My brain against these bars, as the sun flashed<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In mockery through them;—- If I bear and bore<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The much I have recounted, and the more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which hath no words,—'t is that I would not die<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sanction with self-slaughter the dull lie<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which snared me here, and with the brand of shame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stamp Madness deep into my memory,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And woo Compassion to a blighted name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sealing the sentence which my foes proclaim.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No—it shall be immortal!—and I make<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A future temple of my present cell,<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which nations yet shall visit for my sake.<a id="FNanchor_bi"></a><a href="#Footnote_bi" class="fnanchor">[bi]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">While thou, Ferrara! when no longer dwell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ducal chiefs within thee, shall fall down,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And crumbling piecemeal view thy hearthless halls,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Poet's wreath shall be thine only crown,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Poet's dungeon thy most far renown,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While strangers wonder o'er thy unpeopled walls!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou, Leonora!—thou—who wert ashamed<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_152">[152]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That such as I could love—who blushed to hear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To less than monarchs that thou couldst be dear,<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Go! tell thy brother, that my heart, untamed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By grief—years—weariness—and it may be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A taint of that he would impute to me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From long infection of a den like this,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the mind rots congenial with the abyss,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Adores thee still;—and add—that when the towers<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And battlements which guard his joyous hours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of banquet, dance, and revel, are forgot,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or left untended in a dull repose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This—this—shall be a consecrated spot!<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But <i>Thou</i>—when all that Birth and Beauty throws<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of magic round thee is extinct—shalt have<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One half the laurel which o'ershades my grave.<a id="FNanchor_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_188" class="fnanchor">[188]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No power in death can tear our names apart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As none in life could rend thee from my heart.<a id="FNanchor_bj"></a><a href="#Footnote_bj" class="fnanchor">[bj]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, Leonora! it shall be our fate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be entwined<a id="FNanchor_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_189" class="fnanchor">[189]</a> for ever—but too late!<a id="FNanchor_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_190" class="fnanchor">[190]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_173" id="Footnote_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173"><span class="label">[173]</span></a> <a id="Note_141"></a>{141}[A MS. of the <i>Gerusalemme</i> is preserved and +<p><a id="Footnote_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173"><span class="label">[173]</span></a> <a id="Note_141"></a>{141}[A MS. of the <i>Gerusalemme</i> is preserved and exhibited at Sir John Soane's Museum in Lincoln's Inn Fields.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_174" id="Footnote_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174"><span class="label">[174]</span></a> [The original MS. of this poem is dated, "The Apennines, +<p><a id="Footnote_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174"><span class="label">[174]</span></a> [The original MS. of this poem is dated, "The Apennines, April 20, 1817."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_175" id="Footnote_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175"><span class="label">[175]</span></a> <a id="Note_143"></a>{143}[The MS. of the <i>Lament of Tasso</i> corresponds, save +<p><a id="Footnote_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175"><span class="label">[175]</span></a> <a id="Note_143"></a>{143}[The MS. of the <i>Lament of Tasso</i> corresponds, save in three lines where alternate readings are superscribed, <i>verbatim et literatim</i> with the text. A letter dated August 21, 1817, from G. Polidori to John Murray, with reference to the translation of the @@ -7900,7 +7855,7 @@ handwriting) to the Earl of Guilford, dated August 3, 1817, form part of the same volume.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_176" id="Footnote_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_176"><span class="label">[176]</span></a> [In a letter written to his friend Scipio Gonzaga ("Di +<p><a id="Footnote_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_176"><span class="label">[176]</span></a> [In a letter written to his friend Scipio Gonzaga ("Di prizione in Sant' Anna, questo mese di mezzio l'anno 1579"), Tasso exclaims, "Ah, wretched me! I had designed to write, besides two epic poems of most noble argument, four tragedies, of which I had formed the @@ -7918,18 +7873,18 @@ such a state, and in such affliction—she would have some compassion on me."—<i>Lettere di Torouato Tasso</i>, 1853, ii. 60.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_177" id="Footnote_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_177"><span class="label">[177]</span></a> <a id="Note_144"></a>{144}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_177"><span class="label">[177]</span></a> <a id="Note_144"></a>{144}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The second of a tenderer sadder mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall pour his soul out o'er Jerusalem."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The second of a tenderer sadder mood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall pour his soul out o'er Jerusalem."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Prophecy of Dante</i>, Canto IV. lines 136, 137.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_178" id="Footnote_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_178"><span class="label">[178]</span></a> [Tasso's imprisonment in the Hospital of Sant' Anna +<p><a id="Footnote_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_178"><span class="label">[178]</span></a> [Tasso's imprisonment in the Hospital of Sant' Anna lasted from March, 1579, to July, 1586. The <i>Gerusalemme</i> had been finished many years before. He sent the first four cantos to his friend Scipio Gonzaga, February 17, and the last three on October 4, 1575 @@ -7938,12 +7893,12 @@ edition was published in 1580 by "Orazio <i>alias</i> Celio de' Malespini, avventuriere intrigante" (Solerti's <i>Vita, etc.</i>, 1895, i. 329).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_179" id="Footnote_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_179"><span class="label">[179]</span></a> [So, too, Gibbon was overtaken by a "sober melancholy" +<p><a id="Footnote_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_179"><span class="label">[179]</span></a> [So, too, Gibbon was overtaken by a "sober melancholy" when he had finished the last line of the last page of the <i>Decline and Fall</i> on the night of June 27, 1787.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_180" id="Footnote_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_180"><span class="label">[180]</span></a> <a id="Note_145"></a>{145}[Not long after his imprisonment, Tasso appealed to +<p><a id="Footnote_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_180"><span class="label">[180]</span></a> <a id="Note_145"></a>{145}[Not long after his imprisonment, Tasso appealed to the mercy of Alfonso, in a canzone of great beauty, ... and ... in another ode to the princesses, whose pity he invoked in the name of their own mother, who had herself known, if not the like horrors, the @@ -7953,7 +7908,7 @@ prints the canzone in full; Solerti (<i>Vita, etc.</i>, i. 316-318) gives selections.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_181" id="Footnote_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_181"><span class="label">[181]</span></a> <a id="Note_146"></a>{146}["For nearly the first year of his confinement Tasso +<p><a id="Footnote_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_181"><span class="label">[181]</span></a> <a id="Note_146"></a>{146}["For nearly the first year of his confinement Tasso endured all the horrors of a solitary sordid cell, and was under the care of a gaoler whose chief virtue, although he was a poet and a man of letters, was a cruel obedience to the commands of his prince.... His @@ -7973,7 +7928,7 @@ too cultivated and courteous a gentleman to have exercised any severity towards him <i>proprio motu</i>, or otherwise than in obedience to orders.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_182" id="Footnote_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_182"><span class="label">[182]</span></a> <a id="Note_147"></a>{147}[It is highly improbable that Tasso openly indulged, +<p><a id="Footnote_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_182"><span class="label">[182]</span></a> <a id="Note_147"></a>{147}[It is highly improbable that Tasso openly indulged, or secretly nourished, a consuming passion for Leonora d'Este, and it is certain that the "Sister of his Sovereign" had nothing to do with his being shut up in the Hospital of Sant' Anna. That poet and princess had @@ -7987,33 +7942,33 @@ sonnets and canzoni; but it was not for her "sweet sake" that Tasso lost either his wits or his liberty.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_183" id="Footnote_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_183"><span class="label">[183]</span></a> Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_183"><span class="label">[183]</span></a> Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">"Stanzas for Music," line 1, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 413.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_184" id="Footnote_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_184"><span class="label">[184]</span></a> <a id="Note_148"></a>{148}[Compare the following lines from the canzone +<p><a id="Footnote_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_184"><span class="label">[184]</span></a> <a id="Note_148"></a>{148}[Compare the following lines from the canzone entitled, "La Prima di Tre Sorelle Scritte a Madaroa Leonora d'Este ... 1567:"— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"E certo il primo dì che'l bel sereno<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Delia tua fronte agli occhi miei s'offerse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E vidi armato spaziarvi Amore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Se non che riverenza allor converse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E Meraviglia in fredda selce il seno,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ivi pería con doppia morte il core;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ma parte degli strali, e dell' ardore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sentii pur anco entro 'l gelato marmo."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"E certo il primo dì che'l bel sereno<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Delia tua fronte agli occhi miei s'offerse<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E vidi armato spaziarvi Amore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Se non che riverenza allor converse,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E Meraviglia in fredda selce il seno,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ivi pería con doppia morte il core;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ma parte degli strali, e dell' ardore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sentii pur anco entro 'l gelato marmo."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_185" id="Footnote_185"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_185"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_185"><span class="label">[185]</span></a> <a id="Note_149"></a>{149}[Ariosto (<i>Sat.</i> 7, Terz. 53) complains that his father chased him "not with spurs only, but with darts and lances, to @@ -8026,35 +7981,35 @@ suggested this picture of a "poetic child" at variance with the authorities:— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Now hasting thence a verdant mead he found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where flowers of fragrant smell adorned the ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet was the scene, and here from human eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Apart he sits, and thus he speaks mid sighs."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now hasting thence a verdant mead he found,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where flowers of fragrant smell adorned the ground;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet was the scene, and here from human eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Apart he sits, and thus he speaks mid sighs."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Canto I. stanza xviii. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Thus have I sung in youth's aspiring days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rinaldo's pleasing plains and martial praise:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While other studies slowly I pursued<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere twice revolved nine annual suns I viewed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ungrateful studies, whence oppressed I groaned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A burden to myself and to the world unknown.<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">But this first-fruit of new awakened powers!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear offspring of a few short studious hours!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou infant volume child of fancy born<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Brenta's waves the sunny meads adorn."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thus have I sung in youth's aspiring days<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rinaldo's pleasing plains and martial praise:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While other studies slowly I pursued<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ere twice revolved nine annual suns I viewed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ungrateful studies, whence oppressed I groaned,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A burden to myself and to the world unknown.<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">But this first-fruit of new awakened powers!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dear offspring of a few short studious hours!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou infant volume child of fancy born<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where Brenta's waves the sunny meads adorn."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Canto XII. stanza xc.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bh" id="Footnote_bh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bh"><span class="label">[bh]</span></a> <a id="Note_150"></a>{150} <i>My mind like theirs adapted to its grave</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bh"><span class="label">[bh]</span></a> <a id="Note_150"></a>{150} <i>My mind like theirs adapted to its grave</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_186" id="Footnote_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_186"><span class="label">[186]</span></a> ["Nor do I lament," wrote Tasso, shortly after his +<p><a id="Footnote_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_186"><span class="label">[186]</span></a> ["Nor do I lament," wrote Tasso, shortly after his confinement, "that my heart is deluged with almost constant misery, that my head is always heavy and often painful, that my sight and hearing are much impaired, and that all my frame is become spare and meagre; but, @@ -8067,7 +8022,7 @@ as if I were overcome by an unwonted numbness and oppressive stupor."—<i>Opere</i>, Venice, 1738, viii. 258, 263.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_187" id="Footnote_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_187"><span class="label">[187]</span></a> [In a letter to Maurizio Cataneo, dated December 25, +<p><a id="Footnote_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_187"><span class="label">[187]</span></a> [In a letter to Maurizio Cataneo, dated December 25, 1585, Tasso gives an account of his sprite (<i>folletto</i>): "The little thief has stolen from me many crowns.... He puts all my books topsy-turvy (<i>mi mette tutti i libri sottosopra</i>), opens my chest and @@ -8080,7 +8035,7 @@ have ... seen sparks issue from them."—Letters 454, 456, <i>Le Lettere</i> 1853, ii. 475, 479.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bi" id="Footnote_bi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bi"><span class="label">[bi]</span></a> <a id="Note_151"></a>{151} +<p><a id="Footnote_bi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bi"><span class="label">[bi]</span></a> <a id="Note_151"></a>{151} </p><p> <i>Which</i> <span style="font-size:200%;vertical-align:-0.2em;">{</span> @@ -8092,13 +8047,13 @@ have ... seen sparks issue from them."—Letters 454, 456, <i>Le Lettere</i> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_188" id="Footnote_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_188"><span class="label">[188]</span></a> <a id="Note_152"></a>{152}["Tasso, notwithstanding the criticisms of the +<p><a id="Footnote_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_188"><span class="label">[188]</span></a> <a id="Note_152"></a>{152}["Tasso, notwithstanding the criticisms of the Cruscanti, would have been crowned in the Capitol, but for his death," Reply to <i>Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine</i> (Ravenna, March 15, 1820), <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. Appendix IX. p. 487.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bj" id="Footnote_bj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bj"><span class="label">[bj]</span></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_bj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bj"><span class="label">[bj]</span></a> </p><p> <i>As none in life could</i> <span style="font-size:200%;vertical-align:-0.2em;">{</span> @@ -8110,11 +8065,11 @@ Reply to <i>Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine</i> (Ravenna, March 15, 1820), </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_189" id="Footnote_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_189"><span class="label">[189]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_189"><span class="label">[189]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"From Life's commencement to its slow decline<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are entwined."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"From Life's commencement to its slow decline<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We are entwined."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Epistle to Augusta</i>, stanza xvi. lines 6, 7, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_62">p. 62</a>.] @@ -8122,16 +8077,16 @@ Reply to <i>Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine</i> (Ravenna, March 15, 1820), </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_190" id="Footnote_190"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_190"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_190"><span class="label">[190]</span></a> [The Apennines, April 20, 1817.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="BEPPO" id="BEPPO"></a>BEPPO:<br /> +<h2><a id="BEPPO"></a>BEPPO:<br > <span style="font-size:smaller;">A VENETIAN STORY.</span></h2> @@ -8148,19 +8103,19 @@ that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have swam in a <p>That is, <i>been at Venice</i>, which was much visited by the young English gentlemen of those times, and was <i>then</i> what <i>Paris</i> is <i>now</i>—the seat of all -dissoluteness.—S. A.<a name="FNanchor_191" id="FNanchor_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_191" class="fnanchor">[191]</a> -<br /> +dissoluteness.—S. A.<a id="FNanchor_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_191" class="fnanchor">[191]</a> +<br > [The initials S. A. (Samuel Ayscough) are not attached to this note, but to another note on the same page (see <i>Dramatic Works</i> of William Shakspeare, 1807, i. 242).] </p> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>BEPPO</i> -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><i><span class="smcap">Beppo</span></i> was written in the autumn (September 6—October 12, <i>Letters</i>, @@ -8169,7 +8124,7 @@ stanzas of the Fourth Canto of <i>Childe Harold</i>. His new poem, as he admitted from the first, was "after the excellent manner" of John Hookham Frere's <i>jeu d'esprit</i>, known as <i>Whistlecraft</i> (<i>Prospectus and Specimen of an intended National Work</i> by William and Robert -Whistlecraft, London, 1818<a name="FNanchor_192" id="FNanchor_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_192" class="fnanchor">[192]</a>), which must have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> reached him in the +Whistlecraft, London, 1818<a id="FNanchor_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_192" class="fnanchor">[192]</a>), which must have<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> reached him in the summer of 1817. Whether he divined the identity of "Whistlecraft" from the first, or whether his guess was an after-thought, he did not hesitate to take the water and shoot ahead of his unsuspecting rival. It @@ -8183,7 +8138,7 @@ acquaintance at first hand with the parents and inspirers of <i>Morgante Maggiore</i>, which J. H. Merivale had printed in the <i>Monthly Magazine</i> for 1806-1807, vol. xxi. pp. 304, 510, etc., and it is certain that he was familiar with his <i>Orlando in Roncesvalles</i>, published in -1814. He distinctly states that he had not seen W. S. Rose's<a name="FNanchor_193" id="FNanchor_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_193" class="fnanchor">[193]</a> +1814. He distinctly states that he had not seen W. S. Rose's<a id="FNanchor_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_193" class="fnanchor">[193]</a> translation of Casti's <i>Animali Parlanti</i> (first edition [anonymous], 1816), but, according to Pryse Gordon (<i>Personal Memoirs</i>, ii. 328), he had read the original. If we may trust Ugo Foscolo (see "Narrative and @@ -8192,7 +8147,7 @@ xxi. pp. 486-526), there is some evidence that Byron had read Forteguerri's <i>Ricciardetto</i> (translated in 1819 by Sylvester (Douglas) Lord Glenbervie, and again, by John Herman Merivale, under the title of <i>The Two First Cantos of Richardetto</i>, 1820), but the parallel which he -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> adduces (<i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_166">p. 166</a>) is not very striking or convincing.</p> <p>On the other hand, after the poem was completed (March 25, 1818), he was @@ -8228,15 +8183,15 @@ criticism may be borrowed from "Lord Byron's Combolio" (<i>sic</i>), <i>Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine</i>, 1822, xi. 162-165.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The story that's in it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May be told in a minute;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But <i>par parenthèse</i> chatting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On this thing and that thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeps the shuttlecock flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And attention from dying."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The story that's in it<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May be told in a minute;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But <i>par parenthèse</i> chatting,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On this thing and that thing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Keeps the shuttlecock flying,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And attention from dying."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><i>Beppo, a Venetian Story</i> (xcv. stanzas) was published<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> February 28, +<p><i>Beppo, a Venetian Story</i> (xcv. stanzas) was published<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> February 28, 1818; and a fifth edition, consisting of xcix. stanzas, was issued May 4, 1818.</p> @@ -8253,1388 +8208,1388 @@ Review</i>, March, 1818, vol. 85, pp. 285-290; and in the <i>Eclectic Review</i>, N.S., June, 1818, vol. ix. pp. 555-557. </p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> -<h2>BEPPO.<a name="FNanchor_194" id="FNanchor_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_194" class="fnanchor">[194]</a> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> +<h2>BEPPO.<a id="FNanchor_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_194" class="fnanchor">[194]</a> </h2> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All countries of the Catholic persuasion,<a name="FNanchor_195" id="FNanchor_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_195" class="fnanchor">[195]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday comes about,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The People take their fill of recreation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And buy repentance, ere they grow devout,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">However high their rank, or low their station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masquing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And other things which may be had for asking.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All countries of the Catholic persuasion,<a id="FNanchor_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_195" class="fnanchor">[195]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday comes about,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The People take their fill of recreation,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And buy repentance, ere they grow devout,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">However high their rank, or low their station,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masquing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And other things which may be had for asking.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moment night with dusky mantle covers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The skies (and the more duskily the better),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Time less liked by husbands than by lovers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Begins, and Prudery flings aside her fetter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Giggling with all the gallants who beset her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there are songs and quavers, roaring, humming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guitars, and every other sort of strumming.<a name="FNanchor_196" id="FNanchor_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_196" class="fnanchor">[196]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moment night with dusky mantle covers<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The skies (and the more duskily the better),<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Time less liked by husbands than by lovers<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Begins, and Prudery flings aside her fetter;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Giggling with all the gallants who beset her;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there are songs and quavers, roaring, humming,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guitars, and every other sort of strumming.<a id="FNanchor_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_196" class="fnanchor">[196]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And there are dresses splendid, but fantastical,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Masks of all times and nations, Turks and Jews,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And harlequins and clowns, with feats gymnastical,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Greeks, Romans, Yankee-doodles, and Hindoos;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All kinds of dress, except the ecclesiastical,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All people, as their fancies hit, may choose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no one in these parts may quiz the Clergy,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore take heed, ye Freethinkers! I charge ye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there are dresses splendid, but fantastical,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Masks of all times and nations, Turks and Jews,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And harlequins and clowns, with feats gymnastical,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">Greeks, Romans, Yankee-doodles, and Hindoos;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All kinds of dress, except the ecclesiastical,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All people, as their fancies hit, may choose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But no one in these parts may quiz the Clergy,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore take heed, ye Freethinkers! I charge ye.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You'd better walk about begirt with briars,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Instead of coat and smallclothes, than put on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A single stitch reflecting upon friars,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Although you swore it only was in fun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'd haul you o'er the coals, and stir the fires<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Phlegethon with every mother's son,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor say one mass to cool the cauldron's bubble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That boiled your bones, unless you paid them double.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'd better walk about begirt with briars,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Instead of coat and smallclothes, than put on<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A single stitch reflecting upon friars,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Although you swore it only was in fun;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They'd haul you o'er the coals, and stir the fires<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Phlegethon with every mother's son,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor say one mass to cool the cauldron's bubble<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That boiled your bones, unless you paid them double.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But saving this, you may put on whate'er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You like by way of doublet, cape, or cloak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as in Monmouth-street, or in Rag Fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would rig you out in seriousness or joke;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even in Italy such places are,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With prettier name in softer accents spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, bating Covent Garden, I can hit on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No place that's called "Piazza" in Great Britain.<a name="FNanchor_197" id="FNanchor_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_197" class="fnanchor">[197]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But saving this, you may put on whate'er<br ></span> +<span class="i2">You like by way of doublet, cape, or cloak,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as in Monmouth-street, or in Rag Fair,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Would rig you out in seriousness or joke;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And even in Italy such places are,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With prettier name in softer accents spoke,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For, bating Covent Garden, I can hit on<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No place that's called "Piazza" in Great Britain.<a id="FNanchor_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_197" class="fnanchor">[197]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This feast is named the Carnival, which being<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Interpreted, implies "farewell to flesh:"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So called, because the name and thing agreeing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through Lent they live on fish both salt and fresh.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why they usher Lent with so much glee in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is more than I can tell, although I guess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis as we take a glass with friends at parting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Stage-Coach or Packet, just at starting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This feast is named the Carnival, which being<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Interpreted, implies "farewell to flesh:"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So called, because the name and thing agreeing,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Through Lent they live on fish both salt and fresh.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But why they usher Lent with so much glee in,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is more than I can tell, although I guess<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis as we take a glass with friends at parting,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the Stage-Coach or Packet, just at starting.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thus they bid farewell to carnal dishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And solid meats, and highly spiced ragouts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live for forty days on ill-dressed fishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because they have no sauces to their stews;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing which causes many "poohs" and "pishes,"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And several oaths (which would not suit the Muse),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From travellers accustomed from a boy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To eat their salmon, at the least, with soy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus they bid farewell to carnal dishes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And solid meats, and highly spiced ragouts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To live for forty days on ill-dressed fishes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because they have no sauces to their stews;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thing which causes many "poohs" and "pishes,"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And several oaths (which would not suit the Muse),<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From travellers accustomed from a boy<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To eat their salmon, at the least, with soy;<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And therefore humbly I would recommend<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"The curious in fish-sauce," before they cross<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea, to bid their cook, or wife, or friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Walk or ride to the Strand, and buy in gross<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Or if set out beforehand, these may send<br /></span> -<span class="i3">By any means least liable to loss),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ketchup, Soy, Chili-vinegar, and Harvey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, by the Lord! a Lent will well nigh starve ye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore humbly I would recommend<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"The curious in fish-sauce," before they cross<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sea, to bid their cook, or wife, or friend,<br ></span> +<span class="i3">Walk or ride to the Strand, and buy in gross<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Or if set out beforehand, these may send<br ></span> +<span class="i3">By any means least liable to loss),<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ketchup, Soy, Chili-vinegar, and Harvey,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or, by the Lord! a Lent will well nigh starve ye;<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is to say, if your religion's Roman,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And you at Rome would do as Romans do,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">According to the proverb,—although no man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If foreign, is obliged to fast; and you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If Protestant, or sickly, or a woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would rather dine in sin on a ragout—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dine and be d—d! I don't mean to be coarse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that's the penalty, to say no worse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That is to say, if your religion's Roman,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And you at Rome would do as Romans do,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_162">[162]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">According to the proverb,—although no man,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">If foreign, is obliged to fast; and you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If Protestant, or sickly, or a woman,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Would rather dine in sin on a ragout—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dine and be d—d! I don't mean to be coarse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But that's the penalty, to say no worse.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>X.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of all the places where the Carnival<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was most facetious in the days of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For dance, and song, and serenade, and ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Masque, and Mime, and Mystery, and more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I have time to tell now, or at all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Venice the bell from every city bore,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at the moment when I fix my story,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sea-born city was in all her glory.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the places where the Carnival<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Was most facetious in the days of yore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For dance, and song, and serenade, and ball,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Masque, and Mime, and Mystery, and more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than I have time to tell now, or at all,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Venice the bell from every city bore,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And at the moment when I fix my story,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That sea-born city was in all her glory.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They've pretty faces yet, those same Venetians,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Black eyes, arched brows, and sweet expressions still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as of old were copied from the Grecians,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In ancient arts by moderns mimicked ill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like so many Venuses of Titian's<a name="FNanchor_198" id="FNanchor_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_198" class="fnanchor">[198]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">(The best's at Florence—see it, if ye will,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They look when leaning over the balcony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or stepped from out a picture by Giorgione,<a name="FNanchor_199" id="FNanchor_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_199" class="fnanchor">[199]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They've pretty faces yet, those same Venetians,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Black eyes, arched brows, and sweet expressions still;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as of old were copied from the Grecians,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In ancient arts by moderns mimicked ill;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And like so many Venuses of Titian's<a id="FNanchor_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_198" class="fnanchor">[198]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">(The best's at Florence—see it, if ye will,)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They look when leaning over the balcony,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or stepped from out a picture by Giorgione,<a id="FNanchor_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_199" class="fnanchor">[199]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whose tints are Truth and Beauty at their best;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when you to Manfrini's palace go,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_200" id="FNanchor_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_200" class="fnanchor">[200]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That picture (howsoever fine the rest)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is loveliest to my mind of all the show;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may perhaps be also to <i>your</i> zest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that's the cause I rhyme upon it so:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tis but a portrait of his Son, and Wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And self; but <i>such</i> a Woman! Love in life!<a name="FNanchor_201" id="FNanchor_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_201" class="fnanchor">[201]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose tints are Truth and Beauty at their best;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And when you to Manfrini's palace go,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_163">[163]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_200" class="fnanchor">[200]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That picture (howsoever fine the rest)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is loveliest to my mind of all the show;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It may perhaps be also to <i>your</i> zest,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that's the cause I rhyme upon it so:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tis but a portrait of his Son, and Wife,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And self; but <i>such</i> a Woman! Love in life!<a id="FNanchor_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_201" class="fnanchor">[201]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Love in full life and length, not love ideal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But something better still, so very real,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That the sweet Model must have been the same;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing that you would purchase, beg, or steal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wer't not impossible, besides a shame:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The face recalls some face, as 'twere with pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You once have seen, but ne'er will see again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love in full life and length, not love ideal,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But something better still, so very real,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That the sweet Model must have been the same;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thing that you would purchase, beg, or steal,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wer't not impossible, besides a shame:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The face recalls some face, as 'twere with pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You once have seen, but ne'er will see again;<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One of those forms which flit by us, when we<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are young, and fix our eyes on every face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, oh! the Loveliness at times we see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In momentary gliding, the soft grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Youth, the Bloom, the Beauty which agree,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In many a nameless being we retrace,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose course and home we knew not, nor shall know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the lost Pleiad<a name="FNanchor_202" id="FNanchor_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_202" class="fnanchor">[202]</a> seen no more below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One of those forms which flit by us, when we<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are young, and fix our eyes on every face;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, oh! the Loveliness at times we see<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In momentary gliding, the soft grace,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Youth, the Bloom, the Beauty which agree,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In many a nameless being we retrace,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_164">[164]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose course and home we knew not, nor shall know,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like the lost Pleiad<a id="FNanchor_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_202" class="fnanchor">[202]</a> seen no more below.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I said that like a picture by Giorgione<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Venetian women were, and so they <i>are</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Particularly seen from a balcony,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(For beauty's sometimes best set off afar)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there, just like a heroine of Goldoni,<a name="FNanchor_202A" id="FNanchor_202A"></a><a href="#Footnote_202A" class="fnanchor">[202A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">They peep from out the blind, or o'er the bar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And truth to say, they're mostly very pretty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rather like to show it, more's the pity!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I said that like a picture by Giorgione<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Venetian women were, and so they <i>are</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Particularly seen from a balcony,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(For beauty's sometimes best set off afar)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there, just like a heroine of Goldoni,<a id="FNanchor_202A"></a><a href="#Footnote_202A" class="fnanchor">[202A]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">They peep from out the blind, or o'er the bar;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And truth to say, they're mostly very pretty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And rather like to show it, more's the pity!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which flies on wings of light-heeled Mercuries,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who do such things because they know no better;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then, God knows what mischief may arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When Love links two young people in one fetter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vile assignations, and adulterous beds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Elopements, broken vows, and hearts, and heads.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which flies on wings of light-heeled Mercuries,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who do such things because they know no better;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then, God knows what mischief may arise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When Love links two young people in one fetter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vile assignations, and adulterous beds,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Elopements, broken vows, and hearts, and heads.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shakspeare described the sex in Desdemona<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As very fair, but yet suspect in fame,<a name="FNanchor_202B" id="FNanchor_202B"></a><a href="#Footnote_202B" class="fnanchor">[202B]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to this day from Venice to Verona<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such matters may be probably the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except that since those times was never known a<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Husband whom mere suspicion could inflame<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To suffocate a wife no more than twenty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because she had a "Cavalier Servente."<a name="FNanchor_203" id="FNanchor_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_203" class="fnanchor">[203]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shakspeare described the sex in Desdemona<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As very fair, but yet suspect in fame,<a id="FNanchor_202B"></a><a href="#Footnote_202B" class="fnanchor">[202B]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to this day from Venice to Verona<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such matters may be probably the same,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except that since those times was never known a<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Husband whom mere suspicion could inflame<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_165">[165]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To suffocate a wife no more than twenty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because she had a "Cavalier Servente."<a id="FNanchor_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_203" class="fnanchor">[203]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their jealousy (if they are ever jealous)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is of a fair complexion altogether,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not like that sooty devil of Othello's,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which smothers women in a bed of feather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But worthier of these much more jolly fellows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When weary of the matrimonial tether<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His head for such a wife no mortal bothers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But takes at once another, or <i>another's</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their jealousy (if they are ever jealous)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is of a fair complexion altogether,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not like that sooty devil of Othello's,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which smothers women in a bed of feather,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But worthier of these much more jolly fellows,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When weary of the matrimonial tether<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His head for such a wife no mortal bothers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But takes at once another, or <i>another's</i>.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Didst ever see a Gondola? For fear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You should not, I'll describe it you exactly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis a long covered boat that's common here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Carved at the prow, built lightly, but compactly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rowed by two rowers, each call'd "Gondolier,"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It glides along the water looking blackly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just like a coffin clapt in a canoe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where none can make out what you say or do.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Didst ever see a Gondola? For fear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">You should not, I'll describe it you exactly:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a long covered boat that's common here,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Carved at the prow, built lightly, but compactly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rowed by two rowers, each call'd "Gondolier,"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It glides along the water looking blackly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Just like a coffin clapt in a canoe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where none can make out what you say or do.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And up and down the long canals they go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And under the Rialto<a name="FNanchor_204" id="FNanchor_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_204" class="fnanchor">[204]</a> shoot along,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">By night and day, all paces, swift or slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And round the theatres, a sable throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They wait in their dusk livery of woe,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But not to them do woeful things belong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sometimes they contain a deal of fun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like mourning coaches when the funeral's done.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And up and down the long canals they go,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And under the Rialto<a id="FNanchor_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_204" class="fnanchor">[204]</a> shoot along,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_166">[166]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">By night and day, all paces, swift or slow,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And round the theatres, a sable throng,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They wait in their dusk livery of woe,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But not to them do woeful things belong,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For sometimes they contain a deal of fun,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like mourning coaches when the funeral's done.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But to my story.—'Twas some years ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It may be thirty, forty, more or less,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Carnival was at its height, and so<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were all kinds of buffoonery and dress;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A certain lady went to see the show,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her real name I know not, nor can guess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so we'll call her Laura, if you please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because it slips into my verse with ease.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to my story.—'Twas some years ago,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It may be thirty, forty, more or less,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Carnival was at its height, and so<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were all kinds of buffoonery and dress;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A certain lady went to see the show,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Her real name I know not, nor can guess,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so we'll call her Laura, if you please,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because it slips into my verse with ease.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She was not old, nor young, nor at the years<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which certain people call a "<i>certain age</i>,"<a name="FNanchor_205" id="FNanchor_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_205" class="fnanchor">[205]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which yet the most uncertain age appears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because I never heard, nor could engage<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A person yet by prayers, or bribes, or tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To name, define by speech, or write on page,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The period meant precisely by that word,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which surely is exceedingly absurd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was not old, nor young, nor at the years<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which certain people call a "<i>certain age</i>,"<a id="FNanchor_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_205" class="fnanchor">[205]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which yet the most uncertain age appears,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because I never heard, nor could engage<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_167">[167]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A person yet by prayers, or bribes, or tears,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To name, define by speech, or write on page,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The period meant precisely by that word,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which surely is exceedingly absurd.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laura was blooming still, had made the best<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Time, and Time returned the compliment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And treated her genteelly, so that, dressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She looked extremely well where'er she went;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pretty woman is a welcome guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Laura's brow a frown had rarely bent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed, she shone all smiles, and seemed to flatter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laura was blooming still, had made the best<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Time, and Time returned the compliment,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And treated her genteelly, so that, dressed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">She looked extremely well where'er she went;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A pretty woman is a welcome guest,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Laura's brow a frown had rarely bent;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed, she shone all smiles, and seemed to flatter<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She was a married woman; 'tis convenient,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because in Christian countries 'tis a rule<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To view their little slips with eyes more lenient;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whereas if single ladies play the fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Unless within the period intervenient<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A well-timed wedding makes the scandal cool)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I don't know how they ever can get over it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except they manage never to discover it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was a married woman; 'tis convenient,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because in Christian countries 'tis a rule<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To view their little slips with eyes more lenient;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whereas if single ladies play the fool,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Unless within the period intervenient<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A well-timed wedding makes the scandal cool)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I don't know how they ever can get over it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except they manage never to discover it.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her husband sailed upon the Adriatic,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And made some voyages, too, in other seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when he lay in Quarantine for pratique<a name="FNanchor_206" id="FNanchor_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_206" class="fnanchor">[206]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">(A forty days' precaution 'gainst disease),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife would mount, at times, her highest attic,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For thence she could discern the ship with ease:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was a merchant trading to Aleppo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His name Giuseppe, called more briefly, Beppo.<a name="FNanchor_207" id="FNanchor_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_207" class="fnanchor">[207]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her husband sailed upon the Adriatic,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And made some voyages, too, in other seas,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when he lay in Quarantine for pratique<a id="FNanchor_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_206" class="fnanchor">[206]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">(A forty days' precaution 'gainst disease),<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His wife would mount, at times, her highest attic,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For thence she could discern the ship with ease:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was a merchant trading to Aleppo,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His name Giuseppe, called more briefly, Beppo.<a id="FNanchor_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_207" class="fnanchor">[207]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was a man as dusky as a Spaniard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sunburnt with travel, yet a portly figure;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though coloured, as it were, within a tanyard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He was a person both of sense and vigour—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A better seaman never yet did man yard;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And she, although her manners showed no rigour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was deemed a woman of the strictest principle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much as to be thought almost invincible.<a name="FNanchor_208" id="FNanchor_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_208" class="fnanchor">[208]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was a man as dusky as a Spaniard,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sunburnt with travel, yet a portly figure;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_168">[168]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though coloured, as it were, within a tanyard,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He was a person both of sense and vigour—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A better seaman never yet did man yard;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And she, although her manners showed no rigour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was deemed a woman of the strictest principle,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So much as to be thought almost invincible.<a id="FNanchor_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_208" class="fnanchor">[208]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But several years elapsed since they had met;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some people thought the ship was lost, and some<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he had somehow blundered into debt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And did not like the thought of steering home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there were several offered any bet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or that he would, or that he would not come;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For most men (till by losing rendered sager)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will back their own opinions with a wager.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But several years elapsed since they had met;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Some people thought the ship was lost, and some<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he had somehow blundered into debt,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And did not like the thought of steering home;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there were several offered any bet,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or that he would, or that he would not come;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For most men (till by losing rendered sager)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will back their own opinions with a wager.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis said that their last parting was pathetic,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As partings often are, or ought to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their presentiment was quite prophetic,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That they should never more each other see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(A sort of morbid feeling, half poetic,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which I have known occur in two or three,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When kneeling on the shore upon her sad knee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He left this Adriatic Ariadne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis said that their last parting was pathetic,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As partings often are, or ought to be,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And their presentiment was quite prophetic,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That they should never more each other see,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(A sort of morbid feeling, half poetic,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which I have known occur in two or three,)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When kneeling on the shore upon her sad knee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He left this Adriatic Ariadne.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Laura waited long, and wept a little,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thought of wearing weeds, as well she might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She almost lost all appetite for victual,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And could not sleep with ease alone at night;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She deemed the window-frames and shutters brittle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against a daring housebreaker or sprite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so she thought it prudent to connect her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a vice-husband, <i>chiefly</i> to <i>protect her</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Laura waited long, and wept a little,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And thought of wearing weeds, as well she might;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She almost lost all appetite for victual,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And could not sleep with ease alone at night;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_169">[169]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">She deemed the window-frames and shutters brittle<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Against a daring housebreaker or sprite,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so she thought it prudent to connect her<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a vice-husband, <i>chiefly</i> to <i>protect her</i>.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She chose, (and what is there they will not choose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If only you will but oppose their choice?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till Beppo should return from his long cruise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bid once more her faithful heart rejoice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man some women like, and yet abuse—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Coxcomb was he by the public voice;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Count of wealth, they said as well as quality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his pleasures of great liberality.<a name="FNanchor_bk" id="FNanchor_bk"></a><a href="#Footnote_bk" class="fnanchor">[bk]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She chose, (and what is there they will not choose,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">If only you will but oppose their choice?)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till Beppo should return from his long cruise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And bid once more her faithful heart rejoice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A man some women like, and yet abuse—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Coxcomb was he by the public voice;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Count of wealth, they said as well as quality,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in his pleasures of great liberality.<a id="FNanchor_bk"></a><a href="#Footnote_bk" class="fnanchor">[bk]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then he was a Count, and then he knew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Music, and dancing, fiddling, French and Tuscan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last not easy, be it known to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For few Italians speak the right Etruscan.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was a critic upon operas, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And knew all niceties of sock and buskin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no Venetian audience could endure a<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Song, scene, or air, when he cried "seccatura!"<a name="FNanchor_209" id="FNanchor_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_209" class="fnanchor">[209]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then he was a Count, and then he knew<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Music, and dancing, fiddling, French and Tuscan;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The last not easy, be it known to you,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For few Italians speak the right Etruscan.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was a critic upon operas, too,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And knew all niceties of sock and buskin;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And no Venetian audience could endure a<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Song, scene, or air, when he cried "seccatura!"<a id="FNanchor_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_209" class="fnanchor">[209]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His "bravo" was decisive, for that sound<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hushed "Academie" sighed in silent awe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fiddlers trembled as he looked around,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For fear of some false note's detected flaw;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The "Prima Donna's" tuneful heart would bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dreading the deep damnation of his "Bah!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soprano, Basso, even the Contra-Alto,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">His "bravo" was decisive, for that sound<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hushed "Academie" sighed in silent awe;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fiddlers trembled as he looked around,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For fear of some false note's detected flaw;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The "Prima Donna's" tuneful heart would bound,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Dreading the deep damnation of his "Bah!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Soprano, Basso, even the Contra-Alto,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></div></div> <h4>XXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He patronised the Improvisatori,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nay, could himself extemporise some stanzas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrote rhymes, sang songs, could also tell a story,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sold pictures, and was skilful in the dance as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Italians can be, though in this their glory<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must surely yield the palm to that which France has;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In short, he was a perfect Cavaliero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to his very valet seemed a hero.<a name="FNanchor_210" id="FNanchor_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_210" class="fnanchor">[210]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He patronised the Improvisatori,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nay, could himself extemporise some stanzas,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wrote rhymes, sang songs, could also tell a story,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sold pictures, and was skilful in the dance as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Italians can be, though in this their glory<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Must surely yield the palm to that which France has;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In short, he was a perfect Cavaliero,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to his very valet seemed a hero.<a id="FNanchor_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_210" class="fnanchor">[210]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then he was faithful too, as well as amorous;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So that no sort of female could complain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although they're now and then a little clamorous,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He never put the pretty souls in pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His heart was one of those which most enamour us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wax to receive, and marble to retain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was a lover of the good old school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who still become more constant as they cool.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then he was faithful too, as well as amorous;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So that no sort of female could complain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although they're now and then a little clamorous,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He never put the pretty souls in pain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His heart was one of those which most enamour us,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wax to receive, and marble to retain:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was a lover of the good old school,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who still become more constant as they cool.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No wonder such accomplishments should turn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A female head, however sage and steady—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With scarce a hope that Beppo could return,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In law he was almost as good as dead, he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor sent, nor wrote, nor showed the least concern,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And she had waited several years already:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And really if a man won't let us know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he's alive, he's <i>dead</i>—or should be so.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No wonder such accomplishments should turn<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A female head, however sage and steady—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With scarce a hope that Beppo could return,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In law he was almost as good as dead, he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sent, nor wrote, nor showed the least concern,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And she had waited several years already:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And really if a man won't let us know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he's alive, he's <i>dead</i>—or should be so.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Besides, within the Alps, to every woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Although, God knows, it is a grievous sin,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis, I may say, permitted to have <i>two</i> men;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I can't tell who first brought the custom in,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But "Cavalier Serventes" are quite common,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And no one notices or cares a pin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An we may call this (not to say the worst)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A <i>second</i> marriage which corrupts the <i>first</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, within the Alps, to every woman,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(Although, God knows, it is a grievous sin,)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis, I may say, permitted to have <i>two</i> men;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I can't tell who first brought the custom in,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_171">[171]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But "Cavalier Serventes" are quite common,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And no one notices or cares a pin;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An we may call this (not to say the worst)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A <i>second</i> marriage which corrupts the <i>first</i>.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The word was formerly a "Cicisbeo,"<a name="FNanchor_211" id="FNanchor_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_211" class="fnanchor">[211]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But <i>that</i> is now grown vulgar and indecent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Spaniards call the person a "<i>Cortejo</i>,"<a name="FNanchor_212" id="FNanchor_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_212" class="fnanchor">[212]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the same mode subsists in Spain, though recent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In short it reaches from the Po to Teio,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And may perhaps at last be o'er the sea sent:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Heaven preserve Old England from such courses!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or what becomes of damage and divorces?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The word was formerly a "Cicisbeo,"<a id="FNanchor_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_211" class="fnanchor">[211]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">But <i>that</i> is now grown vulgar and indecent;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Spaniards call the person a "<i>Cortejo</i>,"<a id="FNanchor_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_212" class="fnanchor">[212]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">For the same mode subsists in Spain, though recent;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In short it reaches from the Po to Teio,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And may perhaps at last be o'er the sea sent:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But Heaven preserve Old England from such courses!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or what becomes of damage and divorces?<br ></span> </div></div> -<h4>XXXVIII.<a name="FNanchor_213" id="FNanchor_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_213" class="fnanchor">[213]</a></h4> +<h4>XXXVIII.<a id="FNanchor_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_213" class="fnanchor">[213]</a></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">However, I still think, with all due deference<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the fair <i>single</i> part of the creation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That married ladies should preserve the preference<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In <i>tête à tête</i> or general conversation—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this I say without peculiar reference<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To England, France, or any other nation—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because they know the world, and are at ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And being natural, naturally please.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">However, I still think, with all due deference<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To the fair <i>single</i> part of the creation,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That married ladies should preserve the preference<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In <i>tête à tête</i> or general conversation—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this I say without peculiar reference<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To England, France, or any other nation—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because they know the world, and are at ease,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And being natural, naturally please.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis true, your budding Miss is very charming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But shy and awkward at first coming out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much alarmed, that she is quite alarming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All Giggle, Blush; half Pertness, and half Pout;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And glancing at <i>Mamma</i>, for fear there's harm in<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What you, she, it, or they, may be about:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Nursery still lisps out in all they utter—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.<a name="FNanchor_214" id="FNanchor_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_214" class="fnanchor">[214]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis true, your budding Miss is very charming,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But shy and awkward at first coming out,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So much alarmed, that she is quite alarming,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All Giggle, Blush; half Pertness, and half Pout;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And glancing at <i>Mamma</i>, for fear there's harm in<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What you, she, it, or they, may be about:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_172">[172]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Nursery still lisps out in all they utter—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.<a id="FNanchor_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_214" class="fnanchor">[214]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XL.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But "Cavalier Servente" is the phrase<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Used in politest circles to express<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This supernumerary slave, who stays<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Close to the lady as a part of dress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her word the only law which he obeys.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His is no sinecure, as you may guess;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coach, servants, gondola, he goes to call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carries fan and tippet, gloves and shawl.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But "Cavalier Servente" is the phrase<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Used in politest circles to express<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This supernumerary slave, who stays<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Close to the lady as a part of dress,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her word the only law which he obeys.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His is no sinecure, as you may guess;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Coach, servants, gondola, he goes to call,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And carries fan and tippet, gloves and shawl.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With all its sinful doings, I must say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Italy's a pleasant place to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who love to see the Sun shine every day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And vines (not nailed to walls) from tree to tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Festooned, much like the back scene of a play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or melodrame, which people flock to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the first act is ended by a dance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vineyards copied from the South of France.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all its sinful doings, I must say,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That Italy's a pleasant place to me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who love to see the Sun shine every day,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And vines (not nailed to walls) from tree to tree<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Festooned, much like the back scene of a play,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or melodrame, which people flock to see,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When the first act is ended by a dance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In vineyards copied from the South of France.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I like on Autumn evenings to ride out,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without being forced to bid my groom be sure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My cloak is round his middle strapped about,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because the skies are not the most secure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know too that, if stopped upon my route,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the green alleys windingly allure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reeling with <i>grapes</i> red wagons choke the way,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In England 'twould be dung, dust, or a dray.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I like on Autumn evenings to ride out,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Without being forced to bid my groom be sure<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My cloak is round his middle strapped about,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because the skies are not the most secure;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know too that, if stopped upon my route,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where the green alleys windingly allure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reeling with <i>grapes</i> red wagons choke the way,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In England 'twould be dung, dust, or a dray.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I also like to dine on becaficas,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see the Sun set, sure he'll rise to-morrow,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not through a misty morning twinkling weak as<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with all Heaven t'himself; the day will break as<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I also like to dine on becaficas,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To see the Sun set, sure he'll rise to-morrow,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_173">[173]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not through a misty morning twinkling weak as<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But with all Heaven t'himself; the day will break as<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,<a name="FNanchor_215" id="FNanchor_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_215" class="fnanchor">[215]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which melts like kisses from a female mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sounds as if it should be writ on satin,<a name="FNanchor_216" id="FNanchor_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_216" class="fnanchor">[216]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That not a single accent seems uncouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,<a id="FNanchor_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_215" class="fnanchor">[215]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which melts like kisses from a female mouth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sounds as if it should be writ on satin,<a id="FNanchor_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_216" class="fnanchor">[216]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That not a single accent seems uncouth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I like the women too (forgive my folly!),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the rich peasant cheek of ruddy bronze,<a name="FNanchor_bl" id="FNanchor_bl"></a><a href="#Footnote_bl" class="fnanchor">[bl]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And large black eyes that flash on you a volley<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of rays that say a thousand things at once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the high Dama's brow, more melancholy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But clear, and with a wild and liquid glance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.<a name="FNanchor_bm" id="FNanchor_bm"></a><a href="#Footnote_bm" class="fnanchor">[bm]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I like the women too (forgive my folly!),<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From the rich peasant cheek of ruddy bronze,<a id="FNanchor_bl"></a><a href="#Footnote_bl" class="fnanchor">[bl]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And large black eyes that flash on you a volley<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of rays that say a thousand things at once,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the high Dama's brow, more melancholy,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But clear, and with a wild and liquid glance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.<a id="FNanchor_bm"></a><a href="#Footnote_bm" class="fnanchor">[bm]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Eve of the land which still is Paradise!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Italian Beauty didst thou not inspire<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raphael,<a name="FNanchor_217" id="FNanchor_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_217" class="fnanchor">[217]</a> who died in thy embrace, and vies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all we know of Heaven, or can desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In what he hath bequeathed us?—in what guise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though flashing from the fervour of the Lyre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would <i>words</i> describe thy past and present glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While yet Canova<a name="FNanchor_218" id="FNanchor_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_218" class="fnanchor">[218]</a> can create below?<a name="FNanchor_219" id="FNanchor_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_219" class="fnanchor">[219]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eve of the land which still is Paradise!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Italian Beauty didst thou not inspire<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_174">[174]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Raphael,<a id="FNanchor_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_217" class="fnanchor">[217]</a> who died in thy embrace, and vies<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With all we know of Heaven, or can desire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In what he hath bequeathed us?—in what guise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though flashing from the fervour of the Lyre,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would <i>words</i> describe thy past and present glow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While yet Canova<a id="FNanchor_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_218" class="fnanchor">[218]</a> can create below?<a id="FNanchor_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_219" class="fnanchor">[219]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"England! with all thy faults I love thee still,"<a name="FNanchor_220" id="FNanchor_220"></a><a href="#Footnote_220" class="fnanchor">[220]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I said at Calais, and have not forgot it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I like to speak and lucubrate my fill;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I like the government (but that is not it);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I like the freedom of the press and quill;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I like the Habeas Corpus (when we've got it);<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I like a Parliamentary debate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Particularly when 'tis not too late;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"England! with all thy faults I love thee still,"<a id="FNanchor_220"></a><a href="#Footnote_220" class="fnanchor">[220]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I said at Calais, and have not forgot it;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I like to speak and lucubrate my fill;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I like the government (but that is not it);<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I like the freedom of the press and quill;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I like the Habeas Corpus (when we've got it);<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_175">[175]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I like a Parliamentary debate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Particularly when 'tis not too late;<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I like the taxes, when they're not too many;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I like a seacoal fire, when not too dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I like a beef-steak, too, as well as any;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have no objection to a pot of beer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I like the weather,—when it is not rainy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That is, I like two months of every year.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so God save the Regent, Church, and King!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which means that I like all and every thing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I like the taxes, when they're not too many;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I like a seacoal fire, when not too dear;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I like a beef-steak, too, as well as any;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Have no objection to a pot of beer;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I like the weather,—when it is not rainy,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That is, I like two months of every year.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so God save the Regent, Church, and King!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which means that I like all and every thing.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our standing army, and disbanded seamen,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Poor's rate, Reform, my own, the nation's debt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our little riots just to show we're free men,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Our trifling bankruptcies in the Gazette,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our cloudy climate, and our chilly women,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">All these I can forgive, and those forget,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And greatly venerate our recent glories,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wish they were not owing to the Tories.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our standing army, and disbanded seamen,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">Poor's rate, Reform, my own, the nation's debt,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our little riots just to show we're free men,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">Our trifling bankruptcies in the Gazette,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our cloudy climate, and our chilly women,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">All these I can forgive, and those forget,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And greatly venerate our recent glories,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wish they were not owing to the Tories.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>L.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But to my tale of Laura,—for I find<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Digression is a sin, that by degrees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Becomes exceeding tedious to my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, therefore, may the reader too displease—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gentle reader, who may wax unkind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And caring little for the Author's ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insist on knowing what he means—a hard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hapless situation for a Bard.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to my tale of Laura,—for I find<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Digression is a sin, that by degrees<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Becomes exceeding tedious to my mind,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, therefore, may the reader too displease—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gentle reader, who may wax unkind,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And caring little for the Author's ease,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Insist on knowing what he means—a hard<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hapless situation for a Bard.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh! that I had the art of easy writing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What should be easy reading! could I scale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Parnassus, where the Muses sit inditing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those pretty poems never known to fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How quickly would I print (the world delighting)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Grecian, Syrian,<a name="FNanchor_221" id="FNanchor_221"></a><a href="#Footnote_221" class="fnanchor">[221]</a> or <i>Ass</i>yrian tale;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sell you, mixed with western Sentimentalism,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some samples of the <i>finest Orientalism.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! that I had the art of easy writing<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What should be easy reading! could I scale<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Parnassus, where the Muses sit inditing<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Those pretty poems never known to fail,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How quickly would I print (the world delighting)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Grecian, Syrian,<a id="FNanchor_221"></a><a href="#Footnote_221" class="fnanchor">[221]</a> or <i>Ass</i>yrian tale;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_176">[176]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sell you, mixed with western Sentimentalism,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some samples of the <i>finest Orientalism.</i><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I am but a nameless sort of person,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(A broken Dandy<a name="FNanchor_222" id="FNanchor_222"></a><a href="#Footnote_222" class="fnanchor">[222]</a> lately on my travels)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take for rhyme, to hook my rambling verse on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I can't find that, I put a worse on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not caring as I ought for critics' cavils;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've half a mind to tumble down to prose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But verse is more in fashion—so here goes!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I am but a nameless sort of person,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(A broken Dandy<a id="FNanchor_222"></a><a href="#Footnote_222" class="fnanchor">[222]</a> lately on my travels)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And take for rhyme, to hook my rambling verse on,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when I can't find that, I put a worse on,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Not caring as I ought for critics' cavils;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I've half a mind to tumble down to prose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But verse is more in fashion—so here goes!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Count and Laura made their new arrangement,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which lasted, as arrangements sometimes do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For half a dozen years without estrangement;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They had their little differences, too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those jealous whiffs, which never any change meant;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In such affairs there probably are few<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who have not had this pouting sort of squabble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From sinners of high station to the rabble.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Count and Laura made their new arrangement,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which lasted, as arrangements sometimes do,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For half a dozen years without estrangement;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They had their little differences, too;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those jealous whiffs, which never any change meant;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In such affairs there probably are few<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_177">[177]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who have not had this pouting sort of squabble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From sinners of high station to the rabble.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, on the whole, they were a happy pair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As happy as unlawful love could make them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gentleman was fond, the lady fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their chains so slight, 'twas not worth while to break them:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The World beheld them with indulgent air;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pious only wished "the Devil take them!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He took them not; he very often waits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leaves old sinners to be young ones' baits.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, on the whole, they were a happy pair,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As happy as unlawful love could make them;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gentleman was fond, the lady fair,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their chains so slight, 'twas not worth while to break them:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The World beheld them with indulgent air;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The pious only wished "the Devil take them!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He took them not; he very often waits,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And leaves old sinners to be young ones' baits.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But they were young: Oh! what without our Youth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would Love be! What would Youth be without Love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Youth lends its joy, and sweetness, vigour, truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heart, soul, and all that seems as from above;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, languishing with years, it grows uncouth—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One of few things Experience don't improve;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is, perhaps, the reason why old fellows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are always so preposterously jealous.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they were young: Oh! what without our Youth<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Would Love be! What would Youth be without Love!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Youth lends its joy, and sweetness, vigour, truth,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Heart, soul, and all that seems as from above;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But, languishing with years, it grows uncouth—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">One of few things Experience don't improve;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is, perhaps, the reason why old fellows<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are always so preposterously jealous.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was the Carnival, as I have said<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some six and thirty stanzas back, and so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laura the usual preparations made,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which you do when your mind's made up to go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-night to Mrs. Boehm's masquerade,<a name="FNanchor_223" id="FNanchor_223"></a><a href="#Footnote_223" class="fnanchor">[223]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spectator, or Partaker in the show;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The only difference known between the cases<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is—<i>here</i>, we have six weeks of "varnished faces."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was the Carnival, as I have said<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Some six and thirty stanzas back, and so<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Laura the usual preparations made,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which you do when your mind's made up to go<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To-night to Mrs. Boehm's masquerade,<a id="FNanchor_223"></a><a href="#Footnote_223" class="fnanchor">[223]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Spectator, or Partaker in the show;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The only difference known between the cases<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is—<i>here</i>, we have six weeks of "varnished faces."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p> <h4>LVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laura, when dressed, was (as I sang before)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A pretty woman as was ever seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fresh as the Angel o'er a new inn door,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or frontispiece of a new Magazine,<a name="FNanchor_224" id="FNanchor_224"></a><a href="#Footnote_224" class="fnanchor">[224]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the fashions which the last month wore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Coloured, and silver paper leaved between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That and the title-page, for fear the Press<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should soil with parts of speech the parts of dress.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laura, when dressed, was (as I sang before)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A pretty woman as was ever seen,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fresh as the Angel o'er a new inn door,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or frontispiece of a new Magazine,<a id="FNanchor_224"></a><a href="#Footnote_224" class="fnanchor">[224]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all the fashions which the last month wore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Coloured, and silver paper leaved between<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That and the title-page, for fear the Press<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should soil with parts of speech the parts of dress.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They went to the Ridotto;<a name="FNanchor_225" id="FNanchor_225"></a><a href="#Footnote_225" class="fnanchor">[225]</a> 'tis a hall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where People dance, and sup, and dance again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its proper name, perhaps, were a masqued ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But that's of no importance to my strain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis (on a smaller scale) like our Vauxhall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Excepting that it can't be spoilt by rain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The company is "mixed" (the phrase I quote is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much as saying, they're below your notice);<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They went to the Ridotto;<a id="FNanchor_225"></a><a href="#Footnote_225" class="fnanchor">[225]</a> 'tis a hall<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where People dance, and sup, and dance again;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its proper name, perhaps, were a masqued ball,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But that's of no importance to my strain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis (on a smaller scale) like our Vauxhall,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Excepting that it can't be spoilt by rain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The company is "mixed" (the phrase I quote is<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As much as saying, they're below your notice);<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For a "mixed company" implies that, save<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yourself and friends, and half a hundred more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom you may bow to without looking grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rest are but a vulgar set, the Bore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of public places, where they basely brave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fashionable stare of twenty score<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of well-bred persons, called "<i>The World</i>;" but I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although I know them, really don't know why.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a "mixed company" implies that, save<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yourself and friends, and half a hundred more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whom you may bow to without looking grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The rest are but a vulgar set, the Bore<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of public places, where they basely brave<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The fashionable stare of twenty score<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of well-bred persons, called "<i>The World</i>;" but I,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although I know them, really don't know why.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is the case in England; at least was<br /></span> -<span class="i2">During the dynasty of Dandies, now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance succeeded by some other class<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of imitated Imitators:—how<a name="FNanchor_bn" id="FNanchor_bn"></a><a href="#Footnote_bn" class="fnanchor">[bn]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Irreparably soon decline, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Demagogues of fashion: all below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is frail; how easily the world is lost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Love, or War, and, now and then,—by Frost!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the case in England; at least was<br ></span> +<span class="i2">During the dynasty of Dandies, now<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_179">[179]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance succeeded by some other class<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of imitated Imitators:—how<a id="FNanchor_bn"></a><a href="#Footnote_bn" class="fnanchor">[bn]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Irreparably soon decline, alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Demagogues of fashion: all below<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is frail; how easily the world is lost<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By Love, or War, and, now and then,—by Frost!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crushed was Napoleon by the northern Thor,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who knocked his army down with icy hammer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stopped by the <i>Elements</i><a name="FNanchor_226" id="FNanchor_226"></a><a href="#Footnote_226" class="fnanchor">[226]</a>—like a Whaler—or<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A blundering novice in his new French grammar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good cause had he to doubt the chance of war,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as for Fortune—but I dare not d—n her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because, were I to ponder to Infinity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The more I should believe in her Divinity.<a name="FNanchor_227" id="FNanchor_227"></a><a href="#Footnote_227" class="fnanchor">[227]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crushed was Napoleon by the northern Thor,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who knocked his army down with icy hammer,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stopped by the <i>Elements</i><a id="FNanchor_226"></a><a href="#Footnote_226" class="fnanchor">[226]</a>—like a Whaler—or<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A blundering novice in his new French grammar;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Good cause had he to doubt the chance of war,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And as for Fortune—but I dare not d—n her,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because, were I to ponder to Infinity,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The more I should believe in her Divinity.<a id="FNanchor_227"></a><a href="#Footnote_227" class="fnanchor">[227]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She rules the present, past, and all to be yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She gives us luck in lotteries, love, and marriage;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot say that she's done much for me yet;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not that I mean her bounties to disparage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We've not yet closed accounts, and we shall see yet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How much she'll make amends for past miscarriage;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meantime the Goddess I'll no more importune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless to thank her when she's made my fortune.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">She rules the present, past, and all to be yet,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">She gives us luck in lotteries, love, and marriage;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot say that she's done much for me yet;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Not that I mean her bounties to disparage,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We've not yet closed accounts, and we shall see yet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How much she'll make amends for past miscarriage;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime the Goddess I'll no more importune,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unless to thank her when she's made my fortune.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></div></div> <h4>LXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To turn,—and to return;—the Devil take it!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This story slips for ever through my fingers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because, just as the stanza likes to make it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It needs must be—and so it rather lingers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This form of verse began, I can't well break it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But must keep time and tune like public singers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if I once get through my present measure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll take another when I'm next at leisure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To turn,—and to return;—the Devil take it!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">This story slips for ever through my fingers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because, just as the stanza likes to make it,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It needs must be—and so it rather lingers;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This form of verse began, I can't well break it,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But must keep time and tune like public singers;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But if I once get through my present measure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll take another when I'm next at leisure.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They went to the Ridotto ('tis a place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To which I mean to go myself to-morrow,<a name="FNanchor_228" id="FNanchor_228"></a><a href="#Footnote_228" class="fnanchor">[228]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just to divert my thoughts a little space<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because I'm rather hippish, and may borrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some spirits, guessing at what kind of face<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May lurk beneath each mask; and as my sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slackens its pace sometimes, I'll make, or find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Something shall leave it half an hour behind.)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They went to the Ridotto ('tis a place<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To which I mean to go myself to-morrow,<a id="FNanchor_228"></a><a href="#Footnote_228" class="fnanchor">[228]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Just to divert my thoughts a little space<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because I'm rather hippish, and may borrow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some spirits, guessing at what kind of face<br ></span> +<span class="i2">May lurk beneath each mask; and as my sorrow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Slackens its pace sometimes, I'll make, or find,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Something shall leave it half an hour behind.)<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smiles in her eyes, and simpers on her lips;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To some she whispers, others speaks aloud;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To some she curtsies, and to some she dips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Complains of warmth, and this complaint avowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her lover brings the lemonade, she sips;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She then surveys, condemns, but pities still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her dearest friends for being dressed so ill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Smiles in her eyes, and simpers on her lips;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To some she whispers, others speaks aloud;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To some she curtsies, and to some she dips,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Complains of warmth, and this complaint avowed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Her lover brings the lemonade, she sips;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She then surveys, condemns, but pities still<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her dearest friends for being dressed so ill.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One has false curls, another too much paint,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A third—where did she buy that frightful turban?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fourth's so pale she fears she's going to faint,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A fifth's look's vulgar, dowdyish, and suburban,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sixth's white silk has got a yellow taint,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A seventh's thin muslin surely will be her bane,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lo! an eighth appears,—"I'll see no more!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear, like Banquo's kings, they reach a score.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One has false curls, another too much paint,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A third—where did she buy that frightful turban?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A fourth's so pale she fears she's going to faint,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A fifth's look's vulgar, dowdyish, and suburban,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sixth's white silk has got a yellow taint,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A seventh's thin muslin surely will be her bane,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_181">[181]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And lo! an eighth appears,—"I'll see no more!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For fear, like Banquo's kings, they reach a score.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Meantime, while she was thus at others gazing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Others were levelling their looks at her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She heard the men's half-whispered mode of praising<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, till 'twas done, determined not to stir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The women only thought it quite amazing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That, at her time of life, so many were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admirers still,—but "Men are so debased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those brazen Creatures always suit their taste."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime, while she was thus at others gazing,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Others were levelling their looks at her;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She heard the men's half-whispered mode of praising<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, till 'twas done, determined not to stir;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The women only thought it quite amazing<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That, at her time of life, so many were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Admirers still,—but "Men are so debased,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those brazen Creatures always suit their taste."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For my part, now, I ne'er could understand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why naughty women—but I won't discuss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing which is a scandal to the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I only don't see why it should be thus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if I were but in a gown and band,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just to entitle me to make a fuss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'd preach on this till Wilberforce and Romilly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should quote in their next speeches from my homily.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For my part, now, I ne'er could understand<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Why naughty women—but I won't discuss<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thing which is a scandal to the land,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I only don't see why it should be thus;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if I were but in a gown and band,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Just to entitle me to make a fuss,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'd preach on this till Wilberforce and Romilly<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should quote in their next speeches from my homily.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Talking, she knew not why, and cared not what,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that her female friends, with envy broiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beheld her airs, and triumph, and all that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And well-dressed males still kept before her filing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And passing bowed and mingled with her chat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than the rest one person seemed to stare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pertinacity that's rather rare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Talking, she knew not why, and cared not what,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that her female friends, with envy broiling,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beheld her airs, and triumph, and all that;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And well-dressed males still kept before her filing,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And passing bowed and mingled with her chat;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More than the rest one person seemed to stare<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With pertinacity that's rather rare.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was a Turk, the colour of mahogany;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Laura saw him, and at first was glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because the Turks so much admire philogyny,<a name="FNanchor_bo" id="FNanchor_bo"></a><a href="#Footnote_bo" class="fnanchor">[bo]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Although their usage of their wives is sad;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis said they use no better than a dog any<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor woman, whom they purchase like a pad:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have a number, though they ne'er exhibit 'em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four wives by law, and concubines "ad libitum."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was a Turk, the colour of mahogany;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Laura saw him, and at first was glad,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because the Turks so much admire philogyny,<a id="FNanchor_bo"></a><a href="#Footnote_bo" class="fnanchor">[bo]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Although their usage of their wives is sad;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_182">[182]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis said they use no better than a dog any<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Poor woman, whom they purchase like a pad:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They have a number, though they ne'er exhibit 'em,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Four wives by law, and concubines "ad libitum."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They lock them up, and veil, and guard them daily,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They scarcely can behold their male relations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that their moments do not pass so gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As is supposed the case with northern nations;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confinement, too, must make them look quite palely;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as the Turks abhor long conversations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their days are either passed in doing nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bathing, nursing, making love, and clothing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They lock them up, and veil, and guard them daily,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They scarcely can behold their male relations,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that their moments do not pass so gaily<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As is supposed the case with northern nations;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Confinement, too, must make them look quite palely;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And as the Turks abhor long conversations,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their days are either passed in doing nothing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or bathing, nursing, making love, and clothing.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They cannot read, and so don't lisp in criticism;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor write, and so they don't affect the Muse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were never caught in epigram or witticism,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have no romances, sermons, plays, reviews,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Harams learning soon would make a pretty schism,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But luckily these Beauties are no "Blues;"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No bustling <i>Botherby</i><a name="FNanchor_229" id="FNanchor_229"></a><a href="#Footnote_229" class="fnanchor">[229]</a> have they to show 'em<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That charming passage in the last new poem:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They cannot read, and so don't lisp in criticism;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nor write, and so they don't affect the Muse;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were never caught in epigram or witticism,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Have no romances, sermons, plays, reviews,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Harams learning soon would make a pretty schism,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But luckily these Beauties are no "Blues;"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No bustling <i>Botherby</i><a id="FNanchor_229"></a><a href="#Footnote_229" class="fnanchor">[229]</a> have they to show 'em<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"That charming passage in the last new poem:"<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> <h4>LXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No solemn, antique gentleman of rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who having angled all his life for Fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And getting but a nibble at a time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still fussily keeps fishing on, the same<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small "Triton of the minnows," the sublime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Mediocrity, the furious tame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Echo's echo, usher of the school<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of female wits, boy bards—in short, a fool!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No solemn, antique gentleman of rhyme,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who having angled all his life for Fame,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And getting but a nibble at a time,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Still fussily keeps fishing on, the same<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Small "Triton of the minnows," the sublime<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Mediocrity, the furious tame,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Echo's echo, usher of the school<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of female wits, boy bards—in short, a fool!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A stalking oracle of awful phrase,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The approving <i>"Good!"</i> (by no means <span class="smcap">good</span> in law)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humming like flies around the newest blaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bluest of bluebottles you e'er saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Teasing with blame, excruciating with praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gorging the little fame he gets all raw,<a name="FNanchor_bp" id="FNanchor_bp"></a><a href="#Footnote_bp" class="fnanchor">[bp]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Translating tongues he knows not even by letter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweating plays so middling, bad were better.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A stalking oracle of awful phrase,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The approving <i>"Good!"</i> (by no means <span class="smcap">good</span> in law)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Humming like flies around the newest blaze,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The bluest of bluebottles you e'er saw,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Teasing with blame, excruciating with praise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Gorging the little fame he gets all raw,<a id="FNanchor_bp"></a><a href="#Footnote_bp" class="fnanchor">[bp]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Translating tongues he knows not even by letter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sweating plays so middling, bad were better.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One hates an author that's <i>all author</i>—fellows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In foolscap uniforms turned up with ink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So very anxious, clever, fine, and jealous,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One don't know what to say to them, or think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless to puff them with a pair of bellows;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Coxcombry's worst coxcombs e'en the pink<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are preferable to these shreds of paper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These unquenched snuffings of the midnight taper.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One hates an author that's <i>all author</i>—fellows<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In foolscap uniforms turned up with ink,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So very anxious, clever, fine, and jealous,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">One don't know what to say to them, or think,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unless to puff them with a pair of bellows;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Coxcombry's worst coxcombs e'en the pink<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are preferable to these shreds of paper,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These unquenched snuffings of the midnight taper.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of these same we see several, and of others.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Men of the world, who know the World like Men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scott, Rogers, Moore, and all the better brothers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who think of something else besides the pen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for the children of the "Mighty Mother's,"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The would-be wits, and can't-be gentlemen,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I leave them to their daily "tea is ready,"<a name="FNanchor_230" id="FNanchor_230"></a><a href="#Footnote_230" class="fnanchor">[230]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smug coterie, and literary lady.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of these same we see several, and of others.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Men of the world, who know the World like Men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Scott, Rogers, Moore, and all the better brothers,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who think of something else besides the pen;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But for the children of the "Mighty Mother's,"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The would-be wits, and can't-be gentlemen,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_184">[184]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I leave them to their daily "tea is ready,"<a id="FNanchor_230"></a><a href="#Footnote_230" class="fnanchor">[230]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Smug coterie, and literary lady.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The poor dear Mussul<i>women</i> whom I mention<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have none of these instructive pleasant people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>one</i> would seem to them a new invention,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unknown as bells within a Turkish steeple;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think 'twould almost be worth while to pension<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Though best-sown projects very often reap ill)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A missionary author—just to preach<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Christian usage of the parts of speech.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The poor dear Mussul<i>women</i> whom I mention<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Have none of these instructive pleasant people,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>one</i> would seem to them a new invention,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Unknown as bells within a Turkish steeple;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I think 'twould almost be worth while to pension<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(Though best-sown projects very often reap ill)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A missionary author—just to preach<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our Christian usage of the parts of speech.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No Chemistry for them unfolds her gases,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No Metaphysics are let loose in lectures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Circulating Library amasses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Religious novels, moral tales, and strictures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the living manners, as they pass us;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No Exhibition glares with annual pictures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They stare not on the stars from out their attics,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor deal (thank God for that!) in Mathematics.<a name="FNanchor_231" id="FNanchor_231"></a><a href="#Footnote_231" class="fnanchor">[231]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Chemistry for them unfolds her gases,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No Metaphysics are let loose in lectures,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No Circulating Library amasses<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Religious novels, moral tales, and strictures<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the living manners, as they pass us;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No Exhibition glares with annual pictures;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They stare not on the stars from out their attics,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor deal (thank God for that!) in Mathematics.<a id="FNanchor_231"></a><a href="#Footnote_231" class="fnanchor">[231]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why I thank God for that is no great matter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have my reasons, you no doubt suppose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as, perhaps, they would not highly flatter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I'll keep them for my life (to come) in prose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fear I have a little turn for Satire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet methinks the older that one grows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inclines us more to laugh than scold, though Laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">Why I thank God for that is no great matter,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I have my reasons, you no doubt suppose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And as, perhaps, they would not highly flatter,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I'll keep them for my life (to come) in prose;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I fear I have a little turn for Satire,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And yet methinks the older that one grows<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inclines us more to laugh than scold, though Laughter<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></div></div> -<h4>LXXX.<a name="FNanchor_232" id="FNanchor_232"></a><a href="#Footnote_232" class="fnanchor">[232]</a></h4> +<h4>LXXX.<a id="FNanchor_232"></a><a href="#Footnote_232" class="fnanchor">[232]</a></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these sad centuries of sin and slaughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Abominable Man no more allays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His thirst with such pure beverage. No matter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love you both, and both shall have my praise:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, for old Saturn's reign of sugar-candy!—-<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meantime I drink to your return in brandy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In these sad centuries of sin and slaughter,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Abominable Man no more allays<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His thirst with such pure beverage. No matter,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I love you both, and both shall have my praise:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, for old Saturn's reign of sugar-candy!—-<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime I drink to your return in brandy.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our Laura's Turk still kept his eyes upon her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Less in the Mussulman than Christian way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which seems to say, "Madam, I do you honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And while I please to stare, you'll please to stay."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could staring win a woman, this had won her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But Laura could not thus be led astray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She had stood fire too long and well, to boggle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even at this Stranger's most outlandish ogle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Laura's Turk still kept his eyes upon her,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Less in the Mussulman than Christian way,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which seems to say, "Madam, I do you honour,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And while I please to stare, you'll please to stay."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could staring win a woman, this had won her,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But Laura could not thus be led astray;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She had stood fire too long and well, to boggle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even at this Stranger's most outlandish ogle.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The morning now was on the point of breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A turn of time at which I would advise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ladies who have been dancing, or partaking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In any other kind of exercise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make their preparations for forsaking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ball-room ere the Sun begins to rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because when once the lamps and candles fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His blushes make them look a little pale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The morning now was on the point of breaking,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A turn of time at which I would advise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ladies who have been dancing, or partaking<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In any other kind of exercise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make their preparations for forsaking<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The ball-room ere the Sun begins to rise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because when once the lamps and candles fail,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His blushes make them look a little pale.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I've seen some balls and revels in my time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stayed them over for some silly reason,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I looked (I hope it was no crime)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see what lady best stood out the season;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though I've seen some thousands in their prime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lovely and pleasing, and who still may please on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never saw but one (the stars withdrawn)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose bloom could after dancing dare the Dawn.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">I've seen some balls and revels in my time,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And stayed them over for some silly reason,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then I looked (I hope it was no crime)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To see what lady best stood out the season;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And though I've seen some thousands in their prime<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Lovely and pleasing, and who still may please on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I never saw but one (the stars withdrawn)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose bloom could after dancing dare the Dawn.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></div></div> <h4>LXXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The name of this Aurora I'll not mention,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Although I might, for she was nought to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than that patent work of God's invention,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A charming woman, whom we like to see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But writing names would merit reprehension,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet if you like to find out this fair <i>She,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the next London or Parisian ball<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You still may mark her cheek, out-blooming all.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The name of this Aurora I'll not mention,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Although I might, for she was nought to me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More than that patent work of God's invention,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A charming woman, whom we like to see;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But writing names would merit reprehension,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yet if you like to find out this fair <i>She,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">At the next London or Parisian ball<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You still may mark her cheek, out-blooming all.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laura, who knew it would not do at all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To meet the daylight after seven hours' sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among three thousand people at a ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To make her curtsey thought it right and fitting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Count was at her elbow with her shawl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they the room were on the point of quitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When lo! those curséd Gondoliers had got<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just in the very place where they <i>should not.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laura, who knew it would not do at all<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To meet the daylight after seven hours' sitting<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Among three thousand people at a ball,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To make her curtsey thought it right and fitting;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Count was at her elbow with her shawl,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And they the room were on the point of quitting,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! those curséd Gondoliers had got<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Just in the very place where they <i>should not.</i><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this they're like our coachmen, and the cause<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is much the same—the crowd, and pulling, hauling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With blasphemies enough to break their jaws,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They make a never intermitted bawling.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At home, our Bow-street gem'men keep the laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And here a sentry stands within your calling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for all that, there is a deal of swearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nauseous words past mentioning or bearing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this they're like our coachmen, and the cause<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is much the same—the crowd, and pulling, hauling,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With blasphemies enough to break their jaws,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They make a never intermitted bawling.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At home, our Bow-street gem'men keep the laws,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And here a sentry stands within your calling;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But for all that, there is a deal of swearing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And nauseous words past mentioning or bearing.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Count and Laura found their boat at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And homeward floated o'er the silent tide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discussing all the dances gone and past;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dancers and their dresses, too, beside;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some little scandals eke; but all aghast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(As to their palace-stairs the rowers glide)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sate Laura by the side of her adorer,<a name="FNanchor_bq" id="FNanchor_bq"></a><a href="#Footnote_bq" class="fnanchor">[bq]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When lo! the Mussulman was there before her!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Count and Laura found their boat at last,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And homeward floated o'er the silent tide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Discussing all the dances gone and past;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The dancers and their dresses, too, beside;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some little scandals eke; but all aghast<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(As to their palace-stairs the rowers glide)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sate Laura by the side of her adorer,<a id="FNanchor_bq"></a><a href="#Footnote_bq" class="fnanchor">[bq]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! the Mussulman was there before her!<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> <h4>LXXXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sir," said the Count, with brow exceeding grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Your unexpected presence here will make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It necessary for myself to crave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its import? But perhaps 'tis a mistake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hope it is so; and, at once to waive<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All compliment, I hope so for <i>your</i> sake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You understand my meaning, or you <i>shall.</i>"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sir," (quoth the Turk) "'tis no mistake at all:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sir," said the Count, with brow exceeding grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Your unexpected presence here will make<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It necessary for myself to crave<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Its import? But perhaps 'tis a mistake;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I hope it is so; and, at once to waive<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All compliment, I hope so for <i>your</i> sake;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You understand my meaning, or you <i>shall.</i>"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Sir," (quoth the Turk) "'tis no mistake at all:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"That Lady is <i>my wife!</i>" Much wonder paints<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The lady's changing cheek, as well it might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where an Englishwoman sometimes faints,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Italian females don't do so outright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They only call a little on their Saints,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then come to themselves, almost, or quite;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprinkling faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cutting stays, as usual in such cases.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That Lady is <i>my wife!</i>" Much wonder paints<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The lady's changing cheek, as well it might;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But where an Englishwoman sometimes faints,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Italian females don't do so outright;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They only call a little on their Saints,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And then come to themselves, almost, or quite;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprinkling faces,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cutting stays, as usual in such cases.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XC.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She said,—what could she say? Why, not a word;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the Count courteously invited in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Stranger, much appeased by what he heard:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Such things, perhaps, we'd best discuss within,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said he; "don't let us make ourselves absurd<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In public, by a scene, nor raise a din,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For then the chief and only satisfaction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be much quizzing on the whole transaction."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She said,—what could she say? Why, not a word;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But the Count courteously invited in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Stranger, much appeased by what he heard:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Such things, perhaps, we'd best discuss within,"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Said he; "don't let us make ourselves absurd<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In public, by a scene, nor raise a din,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For then the chief and only satisfaction<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will be much quizzing on the whole transaction."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They entered, and for Coffee called—it came,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A beverage for Turks and Christians both,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although the way they make it's not the same.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now Laura, much recovered, or less loth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To speak, cries "Beppo! what's your pagan name?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bless me! your beard is of amazing growth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how came you to keep away so long?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are you not sensible 'twas very wrong?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">They entered, and for Coffee called—it came,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A beverage for Turks and Christians both,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although the way they make it's not the same.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Now Laura, much recovered, or less loth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To speak, cries "Beppo! what's your pagan name?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Bless me! your beard is of amazing growth!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And how came you to keep away so long?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are you not sensible 'twas very wrong?<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></div></div> <h4>XCII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And are you <i>really, truly,</i> now a Turk?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With any other women did you wive?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is't true they use their fingers for a fork?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Well, that's the prettiest Shawl—as I'm alive!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'll give it me? They say you eat no pork.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how so many years did you contrive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To—Bless me! did I ever? No, I never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw a man grown so yellow! How's your liver?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And are you <i>really, truly,</i> now a Turk?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With any other women did you wive?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is't true they use their fingers for a fork?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Well, that's the prettiest Shawl—as I'm alive!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You'll give it me? They say you eat no pork.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And how so many years did you contrive<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To—Bless me! did I ever? No, I never<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saw a man grown so yellow! How's your liver?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Beppo! that beard of yours becomes you not;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It shall be shaved before you're a day older:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why do you wear it? Oh! I had forgot—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pray don't you think the weather here is colder?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How do I look? You shan't stir from this spot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should find you out, and make the story known.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How short your hair is! Lord! how grey it's grown!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Beppo! that beard of yours becomes you not;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It shall be shaved before you're a day older:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why do you wear it? Oh! I had forgot—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Pray don't you think the weather here is colder?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How do I look? You shan't stir from this spot<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should find you out, and make the story known.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How short your hair is! Lord! how grey it's grown!"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What answer Beppo made to these demands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is more than I know. He was cast away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About where Troy stood once, and nothing stands;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Became a slave of course, and for his pay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had bread and bastinadoes, till some bands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of pirates landing in a neighbouring bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He joined the rogues and prospered, and became<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A renegade of indifferent fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What answer Beppo made to these demands<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is more than I know. He was cast away<br ></span> +<span class="i0">About where Troy stood once, and nothing stands;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Became a slave of course, and for his pay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had bread and bastinadoes, till some bands<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of pirates landing in a neighbouring bay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He joined the rogues and prospered, and became<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A renegade of indifferent fame.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Keen the desire to see his home again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He thought himself in duty bound to do so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And not be always thieving on the main;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely he felt, at times, as Robin Crusoe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And so he hired a vessel come from Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bound for Corfu: she was a fine polacca,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Manned with twelve hands, and laden with tobacco.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Keen the desire to see his home again,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He thought himself in duty bound to do so,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And not be always thieving on the main;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lonely he felt, at times, as Robin Crusoe,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And so he hired a vessel come from Spain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bound for Corfu: she was a fine polacca,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Manned with twelve hands, and laden with tobacco.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></div></div> <h4>XCVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Himself, and much (heaven knows how gotten!) cash,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He then embarked, with risk of life and limb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And got clear off, although the attempt was rash;<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>He</i> said that <i>Providence</i> protected him—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my part, I say nothing—lest we clash<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In our opinions:—well—the ship was trim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set sail, and kept her reckoning fairly on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except three days of calm when off Cape Bonn.<a name="FNanchor_233" id="FNanchor_233"></a><a href="#Footnote_233" class="fnanchor">[233]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Himself, and much (heaven knows how gotten!) cash,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He then embarked, with risk of life and limb,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And got clear off, although the attempt was rash;<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>He</i> said that <i>Providence</i> protected him—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For my part, I say nothing—lest we clash<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In our opinions:—well—the ship was trim,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Set sail, and kept her reckoning fairly on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except three days of calm when off Cape Bonn.<a id="FNanchor_233"></a><a href="#Footnote_233" class="fnanchor">[233]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They reached the Island, he transferred his lading,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And self and live stock to another bottom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And passed for a true Turkey-merchant, trading<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With goods of various names—but I've forgot 'em.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However, he got off by this evading,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or else the people would perhaps have shot him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus at Venice landed to reclaim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife, religion, house, and Christian name.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They reached the Island, he transferred his lading,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And self and live stock to another bottom,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And passed for a true Turkey-merchant, trading<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With goods of various names—but I've forgot 'em.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">However, he got off by this evading,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or else the people would perhaps have shot him;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus at Venice landed to reclaim<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His wife, religion, house, and Christian name.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His wife received, the Patriarch re-baptised him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(He made the Church a present, by the way;)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He then threw off the garments which disguised him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And borrowed the Count's smallclothes for a day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His friends the more for his long absence prized him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Finding he'd wherewithal to make them gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For stories—but <i>I</i> don't believe the half of them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His wife received, the Patriarch re-baptised him,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(He made the Church a present, by the way;)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He then threw off the garments which disguised him,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And borrowed the Count's smallclothes for a day:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His friends the more for his long absence prized him,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Finding he'd wherewithal to make them gay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of them,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For stories—but <i>I</i> don't believe the half of them.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whate'er his youth had suffered, his old age<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With wealth and talking made him some amends;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I've heard the Count and he were always friends.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My pen is at the bottom of a page,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which being finished, here the story ends:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis to be wished it had been sooner done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But stories somehow lengthen when begun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er his youth had suffered, his old age<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With wealth and talking made him some amends;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I've heard the Count and he were always friends.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My pen is at the bottom of a page,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which being finished, here the story ends:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis to be wished it had been sooner done,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But stories somehow lengthen when begun.<br ></span> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_191" id="Footnote_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_191"><span class="label">[191]</span></a> <a id="Note_153"></a>{153}["Although I was in Italie only ix. days, I saw, in +<p><a id="Footnote_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_191"><span class="label">[191]</span></a> <a id="Note_153"></a>{153}["Although I was in Italie only ix. days, I saw, in that little tyme, more liberty to sin than ever I heard tell of in our noble citie of London in ix. yeares."—<i>Schoolmaster</i>, bk. i. <i>ad fin</i>. By Roger Ascham.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_192" id="Footnote_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_192"><span class="label">[192]</span></a> <a id="Note_155"></a>{155} -</p> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["I've often wish'd that I could write a book,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Such as all English people might peruse;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I never shall regret the pains it took,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That's just the sort of fame that I should choose:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To sail about the world like Captain Cook,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I'd sling a cot up for my favourite Muse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And we'd take verses out to Demerara,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To New South Wales, and up to Niagara.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"Poets consume exciseable commodities,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They raise the nation's spirit when victorious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They drive an export trade in whims and oddities,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Making our commerce and revenue glorious;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As an industrious and pains-taking body 'tis<br /></span> -<span class="i5">That Poets should be reckoned meritorious:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And therefore I submissively propose<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To erect one Board for Verse and one for Prose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"Princes protecting Sciences and Art<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I've often seen in copper-plate and print;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I never saw them elsewhere, for my part,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And therefore I conclude there's nothing in't:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But every body knows the Regent's heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I trust he won't reject a well-meant hint;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each Board to have twelve members, with a seat<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To bring them in per ann. five hundred neat:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"From Princes I descend to the Nobility:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In former times all persons of high stations,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lords, Baronets, and Persons of gentility,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Paid twenty guineas for the dedications;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This practice was attended with utility;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The patrons lived to future generations,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The poets lived by their industrious earning,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So men alive and dead could live by Learning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"Then twenty guineas was a little fortune;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Now, we must starve unless the times should mend:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our poets now-a-days are deemed importune<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If their addresses are diffusely penned;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Most fashionable authors make a short one<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To their own wife, or child, or private friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To show their independence, I suppose;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that may do for Gentlemen like those.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Lastly, the common people I beseech—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Dear People! if you think my verses clever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Preserve with care your noble parts of speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And take it as a maxim to endeavour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To talk as your good mothers used to teach,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And then these lines of mine may last for ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And don't confound the language of the nation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With long-tailed words in <i>osity</i> and <i>ation</i>."<br /></span> +<p><a id="Footnote_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_192"><span class="label">[192]</span></a> <a id="Note_155"></a>{155} +</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">["I've often wish'd that I could write a book,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Such as all English people might peruse;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I never shall regret the pains it took,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">That's just the sort of fame that I should choose:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To sail about the world like Captain Cook,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">I'd sling a cot up for my favourite Muse,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And we'd take verses out to Demerara,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">To New South Wales, and up to Niagara.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Poets consume exciseable commodities,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">They raise the nation's spirit when victorious,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They drive an export trade in whims and oddities,<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Making our commerce and revenue glorious;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As an industrious and pains-taking body 'tis<br ></span> +<span class="i5">That Poets should be reckoned meritorious:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And therefore I submissively propose<br ></span> +<span class="i4">To erect one Board for Verse and one for Prose.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Princes protecting Sciences and Art<br ></span> +<span class="i4">I've often seen in copper-plate and print;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I never saw them elsewhere, for my part,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And therefore I conclude there's nothing in't:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But every body knows the Regent's heart;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">I trust he won't reject a well-meant hint;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Each Board to have twelve members, with a seat<br ></span> +<span class="i4">To bring them in per ann. five hundred neat:—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"From Princes I descend to the Nobility:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">In former times all persons of high stations,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Lords, Baronets, and Persons of gentility,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Paid twenty guineas for the dedications;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">This practice was attended with utility;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The patrons lived to future generations,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The poets lived by their industrious earning,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So men alive and dead could live by Learning.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Then twenty guineas was a little fortune;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Now, we must starve unless the times should mend:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Our poets now-a-days are deemed importune<br ></span> +<span class="i4">If their addresses are diffusely penned;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Most fashionable authors make a short one<br ></span> +<span class="i4">To their own wife, or child, or private friend,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To show their independence, I suppose;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that may do for Gentlemen like those.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lastly, the common people I beseech—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Dear People! if you think my verses clever,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Preserve with care your noble parts of speech,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And take it as a maxim to endeavour<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To talk as your good mothers used to teach,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And then these lines of mine may last for ever;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And don't confound the language of the nation<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With long-tailed words in <i>osity</i> and <i>ation</i>."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Canto I. stanzas i.-vi.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_193" id="Footnote_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_193"><span class="label">[193]</span></a> <a id="Note_156"></a>{156}[For some admirable stanzas in the metre and style of +<p><a id="Footnote_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_193"><span class="label">[193]</span></a> <a id="Note_156"></a>{156}[For some admirable stanzas in the metre and style of <i>Beppo</i>, by W.S. Rose, who passed the winter of 1817-18 in Venice, and who sent them to Byron from Albaro in the spring of 1818, see <i>Letters</i>, 1900 iv. 211-214, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_194" id="Footnote_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_194"><span class="label">[194]</span></a> <a id="Note_159"></a>{159}[The MS. of <i>Beppo</i>, in Byron's handwriting, is now +<p><a id="Footnote_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_194"><span class="label">[194]</span></a> <a id="Note_159"></a>{159}[The MS. of <i>Beppo</i>, in Byron's handwriting, is now in the possession of Captain the Hon. F. L. King Noel. It is dated October 10, 1817.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_195" id="Footnote_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_195"><span class="label">[195]</span></a> [The use of "persuasion" as a synonime for "religion," +<p><a id="Footnote_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_195"><span class="label">[195]</span></a> [The use of "persuasion" as a synonime for "religion," is, perhaps, of American descent. Thomas Jefferson, in his first inaugural address as President of U.S.A., speaks "of whatever state or persuasion, political or religious." At the beginning of the nineteenth @@ -9643,7 +9598,7 @@ between a religion and a sect or party was imperfectly discerned. Hence the solecism.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_196" id="Footnote_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_196"> +<p><a id="Footnote_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_196"> <span class="label">[196]</span></a> [Compare the lines which Byron enclosed in a letter to Moore, dated December 24, 1816 (<i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 30)— @@ -9651,26 +9606,26 @@ Moore, dated December 24, 1816 (<i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 30)— <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But the Carnival's coming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh Thomas Moore,<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Masking and humming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fifing and drumming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guitarring and strumming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh Thomas Moore."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But the Carnival's coming,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh Thomas Moore,<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Masking and humming,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fifing and drumming,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guitarring and strumming,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh Thomas Moore."]<br ></span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_197" id="Footnote_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_197"><span class="label">[197]</span></a> <a id="Note_160"></a>{160}[Monmouth Street, now absorbed in Shaftesbury Avenue +<p><a id="Footnote_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_197"><span class="label">[197]</span></a> <a id="Note_160"></a>{160}[Monmouth Street, now absorbed in Shaftesbury Avenue (west side), was noted throughout the eighteenth century for the sale of second-hand clothes. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Thames Street gives cheeses, Covent Garden fruits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moorfields old books, and Monmouth Street old suits."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thames Street gives cheeses, Covent Garden fruits,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Moorfields old books, and Monmouth Street old suits."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Gay's <i>Trivia</i>, ii. 547, 548. </p><p> @@ -9678,7 +9633,7 @@ Rag Fair or Rosemary Lane, now Royal Mint Street, was the Monmouth Street of the City. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Where wave the tattered ensigns of Rag Fair."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where wave the tattered ensigns of Rag Fair."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Pope's <i>Dunciad</i>, i. 29, <i>var</i>. </p><p> @@ -9689,14 +9644,14 @@ as the "Piazzas."—<i>London Past and Present</i>, by H. B. Wheatley, 1891, i. 461, ii. 554, iii. 145.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_198" id="Footnote_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_198"><span class="label">[198]</span></a> <a id="Note_162"></a>{162}["At Florence I remained but a day.... What struck me +<p><a id="Footnote_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_198"><span class="label">[198]</span></a> <a id="Note_162"></a>{162}["At Florence I remained but a day.... What struck me most was ... the mistress of Titian, a portrait; a Venus of Titian in the Medici Gallery ..."—Letter to Murray, April 27, 1817, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 113. Compare, too, <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xlix. line i, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 365, note 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_199" id="Footnote_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_199"><span class="label">[199]</span></a> ["I know nothing of pictures myself, and care almost as +<p><a id="Footnote_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_199"><span class="label">[199]</span></a> ["I know nothing of pictures myself, and care almost as little: but to me there are none like the Venetian—above all, Giorgione. I remember well his Judgment of Solomon in the Mareschalchi Gallery [in the Via Delle Asse, formerly celebrated for its pictures] in @@ -9704,7 +9659,7 @@ Bologna."—Letter to William Bankes, February 26, 1820, <i>Letters</i>, 190 iv. 411.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_200" id="Footnote_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_200"><span class="label">[200]</span></a> ["I also went over the Manfrini Palace, famous for its +<p><a id="Footnote_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_200"><span class="label">[200]</span></a> ["I also went over the Manfrini Palace, famous for its pictures. Among them, there is a portrait of Ariosto by Titian [now in the possession of the Earl of Rosebery], surpassing all my anticipations of the power of painting or human expression: it is the poetry of @@ -9727,12 +9682,12 @@ a storm breaking over the landscape."—<i>Handbook of Painting</i>, by Aust H. Layard, 1891, part ii. p. 553.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_201" id="Footnote_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_201"><span class="label">[201]</span></a> <a id="Note_163"></a>{163}[According to Vasari and others, Giorgione (Giorgio +<p><a id="Footnote_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_201"><span class="label">[201]</span></a> <a id="Note_163"></a>{163}[According to Vasari and others, Giorgione (Giorgio Barbarelli, b. 1478) was never married. He died of the plague, A.D. 1511.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_202" id="Footnote_202"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_202"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_202"><span class="label">[202]</span></a> <a id="Note_164"></a>{164} "Quæ septem dici, sex tanien esse solent."—Ovid., @@ -9740,7 +9695,7 @@ Barbarelli, b. 1478) was never married. He died of the plague, A.D. </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_202A" id="Footnote_202A"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_202A"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_202A"><span class="label">[202A]</span></a> [Carlo Goldoni (1707-1793). His play, <i>Belisarius</i>, was first performed November 24, 1734; <i>Le Bourru Bienfaisant</i>, November 4, @@ -9749,32 +9704,32 @@ stage. His <i>Mémoires</i> were published in 1787.]</p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_202B" id="Footnote_202B"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_202B"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_202B"><span class="label">[202B]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i23">["Look to't:<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown."<br /></span> +<span class="i23">["Look to't:<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Othello</i>, act iii. sc. 3, lines 206-208.]</p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_203" id="Footnote_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_203"><span class="label">[203]</span></a> <a id="Note_165"></a>{165}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_203"><span class="label">[203]</span></a> <a id="Note_165"></a>{165}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"An English lady asked of an Italian,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What were the actual and official duties<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the strange thing, some women set a value on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which hovers oft about some married beauties,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Called 'Cavalier Servente,' a Pygmalion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose statues warm (I fear, alas! too true 't is)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath his art. The dame, pressed to disclose them,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said—'Lady, I beseech you to <i>suppose them</i>.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"An English lady asked of an Italian,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What were the actual and official duties<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the strange thing, some women set a value on,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which hovers oft about some married beauties,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Called 'Cavalier Servente,' a Pygmalion<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose statues warm (I fear, alas! too true 't is)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath his art. The dame, pressed to disclose them,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Said—'Lady, I beseech you to <i>suppose them</i>.'"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Don Juan</i>, Canto IX. stanza li. </p><p> @@ -9785,7 +9740,7 @@ on the editor (George Edward) Griffiths, and his "scribbler Mr. Hodgson."—<i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 226.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_204" id="Footnote_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_204"><span class="label">[204]</span></a> ["An English abbreviation. Rialto is the name, not of the +<p><a id="Footnote_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_204"><span class="label">[204]</span></a> ["An English abbreviation. Rialto is the name, not of the bridge, but of the island from which it is called; and the Venetians say, <i>Il ponti di Rialto</i>, as we say Westminster Bridge. In that island is the Exchange; and I have often walked there as on classic ground.... @@ -9797,8 +9752,8 @@ annoverata fra le prime dell' universo.' It was there that the Christian held discourse with the Jew; and Shylock refers to it when he says— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Signer Antonio, many a time and oft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Rialto you have rated me.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Signer Antonio, many a time and oft,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the Rialto you have rated me.'<br ></span> </div></div> <p> 'Andiamo a Rialto,'—' L'ora di Rialto,' were on every tongue; and @@ -9808,7 +9763,7 @@ Venice</i>, Poems, by Samuel Rogers, 1852, ii. 88, 89. See, too, <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza iv. line 6, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 331.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_205" id="Footnote_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_205"><span class="label">[205]</span></a> <a id="Note_166"></a>{166}[Compare "At the epoch called a certain age she found +<p><a id="Footnote_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_205"><span class="label">[205]</span></a> <a id="Note_166"></a>{166}[Compare "At the epoch called a certain age she found herself an old maid."—Jane Porter, <i>Thaddeus of Warsaw</i> (1803), cap. xxxviii. (See <i>N. Eng. Dict</i>., art. "Certain.") </p><p> @@ -9817,21 +9772,21 @@ xxi. pp. 486-556, quotes these lines in illustration of a stanza from Forteguerri's <i>Ricciardetto</i>, iv. 2— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quando si giugne ad una certa età,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ch'io non voglio descrivervi qual è," etc.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quando si giugne ad una certa età,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ch'io non voglio descrivervi qual è," etc.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_206" id="Footnote_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_206"><span class="label">[206]</span></a> <a id="Note_167"></a>{167}[A clean bill of health after quarantine. Howell +<p><a id="Footnote_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_206"><span class="label">[206]</span></a> <a id="Note_167"></a>{167}[A clean bill of health after quarantine. Howell spells the word "pratic," and Milton "pratticke."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_207" id="Footnote_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_207"><span class="label">[207]</span></a> Beppo is the "Joe" of the Italian Joseph.</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_207"><span class="label">[207]</span></a> Beppo is the "Joe" of the Italian Joseph.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_208" id="Footnote_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_208"><span class="label">[208]</span></a> <a id="Note_168"></a>{168}["The general state of morals here is much the same +<p><a id="Footnote_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_208"><span class="label">[208]</span></a> <a id="Note_168"></a>{168}["The general state of morals here is much the same as in the Doges' time; a woman is virtuous (according to the code) who limits herself to her husband and one lover; those who have two, three, or more, are a little wild; but it is only those who are @@ -9843,55 +9798,55 @@ from the rule of right, or the fitness of things, in having an 41.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bk" id="Footnote_bk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bk"><span class="label">[bk]</span></a> <a id="Note_169"></a>{169} +<p><a id="Footnote_bk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bk"><span class="label">[bk]</span></a> <a id="Note_169"></a>{169} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A Count of wealth inferior to his quality,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Which somewhat limited his liberality</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A Count of wealth inferior to his quality,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which somewhat limited his liberality</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_209" id="Footnote_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_209"><span class="label">[209]</span></a>["Some of the Italians liked him [a famous improvisatore], +<p><a id="Footnote_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_209"><span class="label">[209]</span></a>["Some of the Italians liked him [a famous improvisatore], others called his performance '<i>seccatura</i>' (a devilish good word, by the way), and all Milan was in controversy about him."—Letter to Moore, November 6, 1816, <i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 384.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_210" id="Footnote_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_210"><span class="label">[210]</span></a> <a id="Note_170"></a>{170}[The saying, "Il n'y a point de héros pour son valet +<p><a id="Footnote_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_210"><span class="label">[210]</span></a> <a id="Note_170"></a>{170}[The saying, "Il n'y a point de héros pour son valet de chambre," is attributed to Maréchal (Nicholas) Catinat (1637-1712). His biographer speaks of presenting "<i>le héros en déshabillé</i>." (See his <i>Mémoires</i>, 1819, ii. 118.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_211" id="Footnote_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_211"><span class="label">[211]</span></a> <a id="Note_171"></a>{171}[The origin of the word is obscure. According to the +<p><a id="Footnote_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_211"><span class="label">[211]</span></a> <a id="Note_171"></a>{171}[The origin of the word is obscure. According to the <i>Vocab. della Crusca</i>, "cicisbeo" is an inversion of "bel cece," beautiful chick (pea). Pasqualino, cited by Diez, says it is derived from the French <i>chiche beau</i>.—<i>N. Eng. Dict.</i>, art. "Cicisbeo."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_212" id="Footnote_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_212"><span class="label">[212]</span></a> Cortejo is pronounced Corte<i>h</i>o, with an aspirate, +<p><a id="Footnote_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_212"><span class="label">[212]</span></a> Cortejo is pronounced Corte<i>h</i>o, with an aspirate, according to the Arabesque guttural. It means what there is as yet no precise name for in England, though the practice is as common as in any tramontane country whatever.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_213" id="Footnote_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_213"><span class="label">[213]</span></a> [Stanzas xxxviii., xxxix., are not in the original MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_213"><span class="label">[213]</span></a> [Stanzas xxxviii., xxxix., are not in the original MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_214" id="Footnote_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_214"><span class="label">[214]</span></a> <a id="Note_172"></a>{172}[For the association of bread and butter with +<p><a id="Footnote_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_214"><span class="label">[214]</span></a> <a id="Note_172"></a>{172}[For the association of bread and butter with immaturity, compare, "Ye bread-and-butter rogues, do ye run from me?" (Beaumont and Fletcher, <i>The Humorous Lieutenant</i>, act iii. sc. 7). (See <i>N. Eng. Dict.</i>, art. "Bread.")]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_215" id="Footnote_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_215"><span class="label">[215]</span></a> <a id="Note_173"></a>{173}[Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_215"><span class="label">[215]</span></a> <a id="Note_173"></a>{173}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i13">" ... the Tuscan's siren tongue?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That music in itself, whose sounds are song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poetry of speech?"<br /></span> +<span class="i13">" ... the Tuscan's siren tongue?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That music in itself, whose sounds are song,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The poetry of speech?"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold,</i> Canto IV. stanza lviii. lines 4-6, <i>Poetical Works,</i> 1899, ii. 374, note i.] @@ -9899,17 +9854,17 @@ immaturity, compare, "Ye bread-and-butter rogues, do ye run from me?" </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_216" id="Footnote_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_216"><span class="label">[216]</span></a> <i>Sattin,</i> eh? Query, I can't spell it.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_216"><span class="label">[216]</span></a> <i>Sattin,</i> eh? Query, I can't spell it.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bl" id="Footnote_bl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bl"><span class="label">[bl]</span></a> <i>From the tall peasant with her ruddy bronze</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bl"><span class="label">[bl]</span></a> <i>From the tall peasant with her ruddy bronze</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bm" id="Footnote_bm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bm"><span class="label">[bm]</span></a> <i>Like her own clime, all sun, and bloom, and +<p><a id="Footnote_bm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bm"><span class="label">[bm]</span></a> <i>Like her own clime, all sun, and bloom, and skies</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_217" id="Footnote_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_217"><span class="label">[217]</span></a> <a id="Note_174"></a>{174}[For the received accounts of the cause of Raphael's +<p><a id="Footnote_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_217"><span class="label">[217]</span></a> <a id="Note_174"></a>{174}[For the received accounts of the cause of Raphael's death, see his Lives. "Fidem matrimonii quidem dederat nepti cuidam Cardinal. Bibiani, sed partim Cardinalatûs spe lactatus partim pro seculi locique more, Romæ enim plerumque vixit, vagis amoribus @@ -9926,52 +9881,52 @@ D. Passavant, 1872, pp. 140, 196, 197. See, too, <i>Raphael</i>, by E. Muntz, 1888).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_218" id="Footnote_218"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_218"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_218"><span class="label">[218]</span></a> [Compare the lines enclosed in a letter to Murray, dated November 25, 1816— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"In this belovéd marble view,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Above the works and thoughts of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What Nature <i>could</i> but <i>would not</i> do,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Beauty and Canova can."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In this belovéd marble view,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Above the works and thoughts of man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What Nature <i>could</i> but <i>would not</i> do,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Beauty and Canova can."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_219" id="Footnote_219"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_219"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_219"><span class="label">[219]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["(In talking thus, the writer, more especially<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of women, would be understood to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He speaks as a Spectator, not officially,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And always, Reader, in a modest way;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perhaps, too, in no very great degree shall he<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Appear to have offended in this lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since, as all know, without the Sex, our Sonnets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would seem unfinished, like their untrimmed bonnets.)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["(In talking thus, the writer, more especially<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Of women, would be understood to say,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He speaks as a Spectator, not officially,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And always, Reader, in a modest way;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps, too, in no very great degree shall he<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Appear to have offended in this lay,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Since, as all know, without the Sex, our Sonnets<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Would seem unfinished, like their untrimmed bonnets.)<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">"(Signed) <span class="smcap">Printer's Devil</span>."] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_220" id="Footnote_220"></a> +<p><a id="Footnote_220"></a> <a href="#FNanchor_220"><span class="label">[220]</span></a> [<i>The Task</i>, by William Cowper, ii. 206. -Compare <i>The Farewell</i>, line 27, by Charles <br />Churchill— +Compare <i>The Farewell</i>, line 27, by Charles <br >Churchill— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i13">"Be England what she will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all her faults, she is my Country still."]<br /></span> +<span class="i13">"Be England what she will,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all her faults, she is my Country still."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_221" id="Footnote_221"></a><a href="#FNanchor_221"><span class="label">[221]</span></a> <a id="Note_175"></a>{175}[The allusion is to Gally Knight's <i>Ilderim,</i> a +<p><a id="Footnote_221"></a><a href="#FNanchor_221"><span class="label">[221]</span></a> <a id="Note_175"></a>{175}[The allusion is to Gally Knight's <i>Ilderim,</i> a Syrian Tale. See, too, Letter to Moore, March 25, 1817, <i>Letters,</i> 1900, iv. 78: "Talking of tail, I wish you had not called it [<i>Lalla Rookh</i>] a '<i>Persian Tale</i>.' Say a 'Poem,' or 'Romance,' but not 'Tale.' I am very @@ -9982,7 +9937,7 @@ lines of the stanza the satire is probably directed against his own "Tales."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_222" id="Footnote_222"></a><a href="#FNanchor_222"> +<p><a id="Footnote_222"></a><a href="#FNanchor_222"> <span class="label">[222]</span></a> <a id="Note_176"></a> {176}["The expressions '<i>blue-stocking</i>' and '<i>dandy</i>' may furnish matter for the learning of a commentator at some future period. @@ -9994,8 +9949,8 @@ poems. Though now become familiar and rather trite, their day may not be long. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i19">' ... Cadentque<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quæ nunc sunt in honore vocabula.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i19">' ... Cadentque<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quæ nunc sunt in honore vocabula.'"<br ></span> </div></div> <p> —Translation of Forteguerri's <i>Ricciardetto</i>, by Lord Glenbervie, 1822 @@ -10009,7 +9964,7 @@ it to conciliate the great ones at four-and-twenty."—<i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 423.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_223" id="Footnote_223"></a><a href="#FNanchor_223"> +<p><a id="Footnote_223"></a><a href="#FNanchor_223"> <span class="label">[223]</span></a> <a id="Note_177"></a>{177}[The <i>Morning Chronicle</i> of June 17, 1817, reports at length "<span class="smcap">Mrs. Boehm's Grand Masquerade</span>." "On Monday evening this distinguished lady of the <i>haut ton</i> gave a splendid masquerade at her @@ -10018,20 +9973,20 @@ etc., were present in plain dress. Among the dominoes were the Duke and Duchess of Grafton, etc." Lady Caroline Lamb was among the guests.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_224" id="Footnote_224"></a><a href="#FNanchor_224"><span class="label">[224]</span></a> <a id="Note_178"></a>{178}[The reference is, probably, to the <i>Repository of +<p><a id="Footnote_224"></a><a href="#FNanchor_224"><span class="label">[224]</span></a> <a id="Note_178"></a>{178}[The reference is, probably, to the <i>Repository of Arts, Literature, Commerce, Manufactures, Fashions, and Politics</i> (1809-1829), which was illustrated by coloured plates of dresses, "artistic" furniture, Gothic cottages, park lodges, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_225" id="Footnote_225"></a><a href="#FNanchor_225"><span class="label">[225]</span></a> [For "Ridotto," see Letter to Moore, January 28, 1817, +<p><a id="Footnote_225"></a><a href="#FNanchor_225"><span class="label">[225]</span></a> [For "Ridotto," see Letter to Moore, January 28, 1817, <i>Letters,</i> 1900, iv. 49, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bn" id="Footnote_bn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bn"><span class="label">[bn]</span></a> <i>Of Imited</i> (<i>sic</i>) <i>Imitations, how soon! how.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bn"><span class="label">[bn]</span></a> <i>Of Imited</i> (<i>sic</i>) <i>Imitations, how soon! how.</i>—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_226" id="Footnote_226"></a><a href="#FNanchor_226"><span class="label">[226]</span></a> ["When Brummell was obliged ... to retire to France, he +<p><a id="Footnote_226"></a><a href="#FNanchor_226"><span class="label">[226]</span></a> ["When Brummell was obliged ... to retire to France, he knew no French; and having obtained a Grammar for the purposes of study, our friend Scrope Davies was asked what progress Brummell had made in French ... he responded, 'that Brummell had been stopped, like @@ -10043,21 +9998,21 @@ encountered him in the Morning."—<i>Detached Thoughts</i>, 1821, <i>Letter 1901, v. 422, 423.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_227" id="Footnote_227"></a><a href="#FNanchor_227"><span class="label">[227]</span></a> ["Like Sylla, I have always believed that all things +<p><a id="Footnote_227"></a><a href="#FNanchor_227"><span class="label">[227]</span></a> ["Like Sylla, I have always believed that all things depend upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves. I am not aware of any one thought or action, worthy of being called good to myself or others, which is not to be attributed to the Good Goddess—Fortune!"—<i>Ibid</i>., p. 451.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_228" id="Footnote_228"></a><a href="#FNanchor_228"><span class="label">[228]</span></a> "January 19th, 1818. To-morrow will be a Sunday, and full +<p><a id="Footnote_228"></a><a href="#FNanchor_228"><span class="label">[228]</span></a> "January 19th, 1818. To-morrow will be a Sunday, and full Ridotto."—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bo" id="Footnote_bo"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bo"><span class="label">[bo]</span></a> <a id="Note_181"></a>{181}——<i>philoguny,</i>—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bo"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bo"><span class="label">[bo]</span></a> <a id="Note_181"></a>{181}——<i>philoguny,</i>—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_229" id="Footnote_229"></a><a href="#FNanchor_229"><span class="label">[229]</span></a> <a id="Note_182"></a>{182}[Botherby is, of course, Sotheby. In the <i>English +<p><a id="Footnote_229"></a><a href="#FNanchor_229"><span class="label">[229]</span></a> <a id="Note_182"></a>{182}[Botherby is, of course, Sotheby. In the <i>English Bards</i> (line 818) he is bracketed with Gifford and Macneil <i>honoris causti,</i> but at this time (1817-18) Byron was "against" Sotheby, under the impression that he had sent him "an anonymous note ... accompanying @@ -10078,238 +10033,238 @@ a bore, and "ready to hand" to be tossed up in rhyme as <i>Botherby.</i> (For a brief account of Sotheby, see <i>Poetical Works,</i> i. 362, note 2.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bp" id="Footnote_bp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bp"><span class="label">[bp]</span></a> <a id="Note_183"></a>{183} <i>Gorging the slightest slice of Flattery raw</i>.—[MS. +<p><a id="Footnote_bp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bp"><span class="label">[bp]</span></a> <a id="Note_183"></a>{183} <i>Gorging the slightest slice of Flattery raw</i>.—[MS. in a letter to Murray, April 11, 1818, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 218.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_230" id="Footnote_230"></a><a href="#FNanchor_230"><span class="label">[230]</span></a> <a id="Note_184"></a>{184}[So, too, elsewhere. Wordsworth and Coleridge had +<p><a id="Footnote_230"></a><a href="#FNanchor_230"><span class="label">[230]</span></a> <a id="Note_184"></a>{184}[So, too, elsewhere. Wordsworth and Coleridge had depreciated Voltaire, and Byron, <i>en revanche</i>, contrasts the "tea-drinking neutrality of morals" of the <i>school</i>, i.e. the Lake poets, with "their convenient treachery in politics" (see <i>Letters,</i> 1901, v. 600).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_231" id="Footnote_231"></a><a href="#FNanchor_231"> +<p><a id="Footnote_231"></a><a href="#FNanchor_231"> <span class="label">[231]</span></a> ["Lady Byron," her husband wrote, "would have made an excellent wrangler at Cambridge." Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Her favourite science was the mathematical."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Her favourite science was the mathematical."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Don Juan,</i> Canto I. stanza xii. line 1.]</p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_232" id="Footnote_232"></a><a href="#FNanchor_232"><span class="label">[232]</span></a> <a id="Note_185"></a>{185}[Stanza lxxx. is not in the original MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_232"></a><a href="#FNanchor_232"><span class="label">[232]</span></a> <a id="Note_185"></a>{185}[Stanza lxxx. is not in the original MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bq" id="Footnote_bq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bq"><span class="label">[bq]</span></a> <a id="Note_186"></a>{186} <i>Sate Laura with a kind of comic horror</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> +<p><a id="Footnote_bq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bq"><span class="label">[bq]</span></a> <a id="Note_186"></a>{186} <i>Sate Laura with a kind of comic horror</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_233" id="Footnote_233"></a><a href="#FNanchor_233"><span class="label">[233]</span></a> <a id="Note_189"></a>{189}[Cap Bon, or Ras Adden, is the northernmost point of +<p><a id="Footnote_233"></a><a href="#FNanchor_233"><span class="label">[233]</span></a> <a id="Note_189"></a>{189}[Cap Bon, or Ras Adden, is the northernmost point of Tunis.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="ODE_ON_VENICE" id="ODE_ON_VENICE"></a>ODE ON VENICE</h2> +<h2><a id="ODE_ON_VENICE"></a>ODE ON VENICE</h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p> -<h3>ODE ON VENICE<a name="FNanchor_234" id="FNanchor_234"></a><a href="#Footnote_234" class="fnanchor">[234]</a> +<h3>ODE ON VENICE<a id="FNanchor_234"></a><a href="#Footnote_234" class="fnanchor">[234]</a> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Oh</span> Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are level with the waters, there shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A loud lament along the sweeping sea!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I, a northern wanderer, weep for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What should thy sons do?—anything but weep:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet they only murmur in their sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In contrast with their fathers—as the slime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dull green ooze of the receding deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is with the dashing of the spring-tide foam,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That drives the sailor shipless to his home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are they to those that were; and thus they creep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crouching and crab-like, through their sapping streets.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! agony—that centuries should reap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No mellower harvest! Thirteen hundred years<a name="FNanchor_235" id="FNanchor_235"></a><a href="#Footnote_235" class="fnanchor">[235]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of wealth and glory turned to dust and tears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every monument the stranger meets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Church, palace, pillar, as a mourner greets;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the Lion all subdued appears,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_236" id="FNanchor_236"></a><a href="#Footnote_236" class="fnanchor">[236]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the harsh sound of the barbarian drum,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With dull and daily dissonance, repeats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The echo of thy Tyrant's voice along<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soft waves, once all musical to song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That heaved beneath the moonlight with the throng<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of gondolas<a name="FNanchor_237" id="FNanchor_237"></a><a href="#Footnote_237" class="fnanchor">[237]</a>—and to the busy hum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of cheerful creatures, whose most sinful deeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were but the overbeating of the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flow of too much happiness, which needs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The aid of age to turn its course apart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the luxuriant and voluptuous flood<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sweet sensations, battling with the blood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these are better than the gloomy errors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The weeds of nations in their last decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Vice walks forth with her unsoftened terrors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Mirth is madness, and but smiles to slay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Hope is nothing but a false delay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sick man's lightning half an hour ere Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Faintness, the last mortal birth of Pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And apathy of limb, the dull beginning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the cold staggering race which Death is winning,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steals vein by vein and pulse by pulse away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet so relieving the o'er-tortured clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him appears renewal of his breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freedom the mere numbness of his chain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he talks of Life, and how again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He feels his spirit soaring—albeit weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of the fresher air, which he would seek;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as he whispers knows not that he gasps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That his thin finger feels not what it clasps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so the film comes o'er him—and the dizzy<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chamber swims round and round—and shadows busy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At which he vainly catches, flit and gleam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the last rattle chokes the strangled scream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all is ice and blackness,—and the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That which it was the moment ere our birth.<a name="FNanchor_238" id="FNanchor_238"></a><a href="#Footnote_238" class="fnanchor">[238]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p><h4>II.</h4> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is no hope for nations!—Search the page<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of many thousand years—the daily scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flow and ebb of each recurring age,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The everlasting <i>to be</i> which <i>hath been</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath taught us nought or little: still we lean<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">On things that rot beneath our weight, and wear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our strength away in wrestling with the air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For't is our nature strikes us down: the beasts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slaughtered in hourly hecatombs for feasts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are of as high an order—they must go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even where their driver goads them, though to slaughter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye men, who pour your blood for kings as water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What have they given your children in return?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A heritage of servitude and woes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A blindfold bondage, where your hire is blows.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What! do not yet the red-hot ploughshares burn,<a name="FNanchor_239" id="FNanchor_239"></a><a href="#Footnote_239" class="fnanchor">[239]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er which you stumble in a false ordeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deem this proof of loyalty the <i>real</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kissing the hand that guides you to your scars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And glorying as you tread the glowing bars?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that your Sires have left you, all that Time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bequeaths of free, and History of sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spring from a different theme!—Ye see and read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admire and sigh, and then succumb and bleed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save the few spirits who, despite of all,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And worse than all, the sudden crimes engendered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the down-thundering of the prison-wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thirst to swallow the sweet waters tendered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gushing from Freedom's fountains—when the crowd,<a name="FNanchor_240" id="FNanchor_240"></a><a href="#Footnote_240" class="fnanchor">[240]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Maddened with centuries of drought, are loud,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trample on each other to obtain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cup which brings oblivion of a chain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavy and sore,—in which long yoked they ploughed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sand,—or if there sprung the yellow grain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas not for them, their necks were too much bowed,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their dead palates chewed the cud of pain:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes! the few spirits—who, despite of deeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which they abhor, confound not with the cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those momentary starts from Nature's laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, like the pestilence and earthquake, smite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for a term, then pass, and leave the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all her seasons to repair the blight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a few summers, and again put forth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cities and generations—fair, when free—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, Tyranny, there blooms no bud for thee!<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Oh</span> Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are level with the waters, there shall be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A loud lament along the sweeping sea!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I, a northern wanderer, weep for thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What should thy sons do?—anything but weep:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet they only murmur in their sleep.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In contrast with their fathers—as the slime,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dull green ooze of the receding deep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is with the dashing of the spring-tide foam,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That drives the sailor shipless to his home,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are they to those that were; and thus they creep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Crouching and crab-like, through their sapping streets.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! agony—that centuries should reap<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No mellower harvest! Thirteen hundred years<a id="FNanchor_235"></a><a href="#Footnote_235" class="fnanchor">[235]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of wealth and glory turned to dust and tears;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And every monument the stranger meets,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Church, palace, pillar, as a mourner greets;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And even the Lion all subdued appears,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_194">[194]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_236"></a><a href="#Footnote_236" class="fnanchor">[236]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the harsh sound of the barbarian drum,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With dull and daily dissonance, repeats<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The echo of thy Tyrant's voice along<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The soft waves, once all musical to song,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That heaved beneath the moonlight with the throng<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of gondolas<a id="FNanchor_237"></a><a href="#Footnote_237" class="fnanchor">[237]</a>—and to the busy hum<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of cheerful creatures, whose most sinful deeds<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were but the overbeating of the heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And flow of too much happiness, which needs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The aid of age to turn its course apart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the luxuriant and voluptuous flood<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of sweet sensations, battling with the blood.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But these are better than the gloomy errors,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The weeds of nations in their last decay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Vice walks forth with her unsoftened terrors,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Mirth is madness, and but smiles to slay;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Hope is nothing but a false delay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sick man's lightning half an hour ere Death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Faintness, the last mortal birth of Pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And apathy of limb, the dull beginning<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the cold staggering race which Death is winning,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Steals vein by vein and pulse by pulse away;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet so relieving the o'er-tortured clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him appears renewal of his breath,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And freedom the mere numbness of his chain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then he talks of Life, and how again<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He feels his spirit soaring—albeit weak,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And of the fresher air, which he would seek;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And as he whispers knows not that he gasps,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That his thin finger feels not what it clasps,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so the film comes o'er him—and the dizzy<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Chamber swims round and round—and shadows busy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At which he vainly catches, flit and gleam,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till the last rattle chokes the strangled scream,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all is ice and blackness,—and the earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That which it was the moment ere our birth.<a id="FNanchor_238"></a><a href="#Footnote_238" class="fnanchor">[238]</a><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p><h4>II.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is no hope for nations!—Search the page<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of many thousand years—the daily scene,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The flow and ebb of each recurring age,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The everlasting <i>to be</i> which <i>hath been</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hath taught us nought or little: still we lean<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">On things that rot beneath our weight, and wear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our strength away in wrestling with the air;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For't is our nature strikes us down: the beasts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Slaughtered in hourly hecatombs for feasts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are of as high an order—they must go<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even where their driver goads them, though to slaughter.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye men, who pour your blood for kings as water,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What have they given your children in return?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A heritage of servitude and woes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A blindfold bondage, where your hire is blows.<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What! do not yet the red-hot ploughshares burn,<a id="FNanchor_239"></a><a href="#Footnote_239" class="fnanchor">[239]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er which you stumble in a false ordeal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And deem this proof of loyalty the <i>real</i>;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Kissing the hand that guides you to your scars,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And glorying as you tread the glowing bars?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All that your Sires have left you, all that Time<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bequeaths of free, and History of sublime,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spring from a different theme!—Ye see and read,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Admire and sigh, and then succumb and bleed!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save the few spirits who, despite of all,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And worse than all, the sudden crimes engendered<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the down-thundering of the prison-wall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thirst to swallow the sweet waters tendered,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gushing from Freedom's fountains—when the crowd,<a id="FNanchor_240"></a><a href="#Footnote_240" class="fnanchor">[240]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Maddened with centuries of drought, are loud,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_196">[196]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And trample on each other to obtain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The cup which brings oblivion of a chain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heavy and sore,—in which long yoked they ploughed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sand,—or if there sprung the yellow grain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas not for them, their necks were too much bowed,<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And their dead palates chewed the cud of pain:—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yes! the few spirits—who, despite of deeds<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which they abhor, confound not with the cause<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those momentary starts from Nature's laws,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which, like the pestilence and earthquake, smite<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But for a term, then pass, and leave the earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all her seasons to repair the blight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a few summers, and again put forth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cities and generations—fair, when free—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For, Tyranny, there blooms no bud for thee!<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Glory and Empire! once upon these towers<a name="FNanchor_241" id="FNanchor_241"></a><a href="#Footnote_241" class="fnanchor">[241]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">With Freedom—godlike Triad! how you sate!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The league of mightiest nations, in those hours<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When Venice was an envy, might abate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But did not quench, her spirit—in her fate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All were enwrapped: the feasted monarchs knew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And loved their hostess, nor could learn to hate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although they humbled—with the kingly few<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The many felt, for from all days and climes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was the voyager's worship;—even her crimes<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were of the softer order, born of Love—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She drank no blood, nor fattened on the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But gladdened where her harmless conquests spread;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For these restored the Cross, that from above<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hallowed her sheltering banners, which incessant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flew between earth and the unholy Crescent,<a name="FNanchor_242" id="FNanchor_242"></a><a href="#Footnote_242" class="fnanchor">[242]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, if it waned and dwindled, Earth may thank<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The city it has clothed in chains, which clank<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, creaking in the ears of those who owe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The name of Freedom to her glorious struggles;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet she but shares with them a common woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And called the "kingdom"<a name="FNanchor_243" id="FNanchor_243"></a><a href="#Footnote_243" class="fnanchor">[243]</a> of a conquering foe,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But knows what all—and, most of all, <i>we</i> know—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With what set gilded terms a tyrant juggles!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glory and Empire! once upon these towers<a id="FNanchor_241"></a><a href="#Footnote_241" class="fnanchor">[241]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">With Freedom—godlike Triad! how you sate!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The league of mightiest nations, in those hours<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When Venice was an envy, might abate,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But did not quench, her spirit—in her fate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All were enwrapped: the feasted monarchs knew<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And loved their hostess, nor could learn to hate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although they humbled—with the kingly few<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The many felt, for from all days and climes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She was the voyager's worship;—even her crimes<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were of the softer order, born of Love—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She drank no blood, nor fattened on the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But gladdened where her harmless conquests spread;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For these restored the Cross, that from above<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hallowed her sheltering banners, which incessant<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Flew between earth and the unholy Crescent,<a id="FNanchor_242"></a><a href="#Footnote_242" class="fnanchor">[242]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which, if it waned and dwindled, Earth may thank<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The city it has clothed in chains, which clank<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now, creaking in the ears of those who owe<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_197">[197]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The name of Freedom to her glorious struggles;<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet she but shares with them a common woe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And called the "kingdom"<a id="FNanchor_243"></a><a href="#Footnote_243" class="fnanchor">[243]</a> of a conquering foe,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But knows what all—and, most of all, <i>we</i> know—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With what set gilded terms a tyrant juggles!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The name of Commonwealth is past and gone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O'er the three fractions of the groaning globe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Venice is crushed, and Holland deigns to own<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sceptre, and endures the purple robe;<a name="FNanchor_244" id="FNanchor_244"></a><a href="#Footnote_244" class="fnanchor">[244]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the free Switzer yet bestrides alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His chainless mountains, 't is but for a time,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Tyranny of late is cunning grown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in its own good season tramples down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sparkles of our ashes. One great clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose vigorous offspring by dividing ocean<a name="FNanchor_245" id="FNanchor_245"></a><a href="#Footnote_245" class="fnanchor">[245]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are kept apart and nursed in the devotion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Freedom, which their fathers fought for, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bequeathed—a heritage of heart and hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And proud distinction from each other land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose sons must bow them at a Monarch's motion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if his senseless sceptre were a wand<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of the magic of exploded science—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still one great clime, in full and free defiance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet rears her crest, unconquered and sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above the far Atlantic!—She has taught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her Esau-brethren that the haughty flag,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The floating fence of Albion's feebler crag,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_246" id="FNanchor_246"></a><a href="#Footnote_246" class="fnanchor">[246]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">May strike to those whose red right hands have bought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rights cheaply earned with blood.—Still, still, for ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better, though each man's life-blood were a river,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it should flow, and overflow, than creep<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through thousand lazy channels in our veins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dammed like the dull canal with locks and chains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And moving, as a sick man in his sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three paces, and then faltering:—better be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the extinguished Spartans still are free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their proud charnel of Thermopylæ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than stagnate in our marsh,—or o'er the deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fly, and one current to the ocean add,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One spirit to the souls our fathers had,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One freeman more, America, to thee!<a name="FNanchor_247" id="FNanchor_247"></a><a href="#Footnote_247" class="fnanchor">[247]</a><span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The name of Commonwealth is past and gone<br ></span> +<span class="i2">O'er the three fractions of the groaning globe;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Venice is crushed, and Holland deigns to own<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A sceptre, and endures the purple robe;<a id="FNanchor_244"></a><a href="#Footnote_244" class="fnanchor">[244]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If the free Switzer yet bestrides alone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His chainless mountains, 't is but for a time,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Tyranny of late is cunning grown,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in its own good season tramples down<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sparkles of our ashes. One great clime,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose vigorous offspring by dividing ocean<a id="FNanchor_245"></a><a href="#Footnote_245" class="fnanchor">[245]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are kept apart and nursed in the devotion<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Freedom, which their fathers fought for, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bequeathed—a heritage of heart and hand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And proud distinction from each other land,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose sons must bow them at a Monarch's motion,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As if his senseless sceptre were a wand<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Full of the magic of exploded science—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still one great clime, in full and free defiance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet rears her crest, unconquered and sublime,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Above the far Atlantic!—She has taught<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her Esau-brethren that the haughty flag,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The floating fence of Albion's feebler crag,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_198">[198]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_246"></a><a href="#Footnote_246" class="fnanchor">[246]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">May strike to those whose red right hands have bought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rights cheaply earned with blood.—Still, still, for ever<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Better, though each man's life-blood were a river,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That it should flow, and overflow, than creep<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through thousand lazy channels in our veins,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dammed like the dull canal with locks and chains,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And moving, as a sick man in his sleep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Three paces, and then faltering:—better be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the extinguished Spartans still are free,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In their proud charnel of Thermopylæ,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than stagnate in our marsh,—or o'er the deep<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fly, and one current to the ocean add,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One spirit to the souls our fathers had,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One freeman more, America, to thee!<a id="FNanchor_247"></a><a href="#Footnote_247" class="fnanchor">[247]</a><span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_234" id="Footnote_234"></a><a href="#FNanchor_234"><span class="label">[234]</span></a> <a id="Note_193"></a>{193}[The <i>Ode on Venice</i> (originally <i>Ode</i>) was completed +<p><a id="Footnote_234"></a><a href="#FNanchor_234"><span class="label">[234]</span></a> <a id="Note_193"></a>{193}[The <i>Ode on Venice</i> (originally <i>Ode</i>) was completed by July 10, 1818 (<i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 245), but was published at the same time as <i>Mazeppa</i> and <i>A Fragment</i>, June 28, 1819. The <i>motif</i>, a lamentation over the decay and degradation of Venice, re-echoes the @@ -10319,74 +10274,74 @@ Canto of <i>Childe Harold</i>. A realistic description of the "Hour of Death" 133-160), give distinction to the <i>Ode</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_235" id="Footnote_235"></a><a href="#FNanchor_235"> +<p><a id="Footnote_235"></a><a href="#FNanchor_235"> <span class="label">[235]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xiii. lines 4-6.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_236" id="Footnote_236"></a><a href="#FNanchor_236"> +<p><a id="Footnote_236"></a><a href="#FNanchor_236"> <span class="label">[236]</span></a> [Compare <i>ibid.</i>, stanza xi. lines 5-9.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_237" id="Footnote_237"></a><a href="#FNanchor_237"> +<p><a id="Footnote_237"></a><a href="#FNanchor_237"> <span class="label">[237]</span></a> <a id="Note_194"></a>{194}[Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza iii lines 1-4.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_238" id="Footnote_238"></a><a href="#FNanchor_238"><span class="label">[238]</span></a> [Compare <i>The Prisoner of Chillon</i>, line 178, note 2, +<p><a id="Footnote_238"></a><a href="#FNanchor_238"><span class="label">[238]</span></a> [Compare <i>The Prisoner of Chillon</i>, line 178, note 2, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_21">p. 21</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_239" id="Footnote_239"></a><a href="#FNanchor_239"><span class="label">[239]</span></a> <a id="Note_195"></a>{195}[In contrasting Sheridan with Brougham, Byron speaks +<p><a id="Footnote_239"></a><a href="#FNanchor_239"><span class="label">[239]</span></a> <a id="Note_195"></a>{195}[In contrasting Sheridan with Brougham, Byron speaks of "the red-hot ploughshares of public life."—<i>Diary</i>, March 10, 1814, <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 397.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_240" id="Footnote_240"></a><a href="#FNanchor_240"><span class="label">[240]</span></a> [Compare— +<p><a id="Footnote_240"></a><a href="#FNanchor_240"><span class="label">[240]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"At last it [the mob] takes to weapons such as men<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Snatch when despair makes human hearts less pliant.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then comes 'the tug of war;'—'t will come again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I rather doubt; and I would fain say 'fie on't,'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I had not perceived that revolution<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone can save the earth from Hell's pollution."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"At last it [the mob] takes to weapons such as men<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Snatch when despair makes human hearts less pliant.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then comes 'the tug of war;'—'t will come again,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I rather doubt; and I would fain say 'fie on't,'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I had not perceived that revolution<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alone can save the earth from Hell's pollution."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Don Juan</i>, Canto VIII. stanza li. lines 3-8.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_241" id="Footnote_241"></a><a href="#FNanchor_241"><span class="label">[241]</span></a> <a id="Note_196"></a>{196}[Compare Lord Tennyson's stanzas— +<p><a id="Footnote_241"></a><a href="#FNanchor_241"><span class="label">[241]</span></a> <a id="Note_196"></a>{196}[Compare Lord Tennyson's stanzas— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Of old sat Freedom on the heights."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Of old sat Freedom on the heights."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_242" id="Footnote_242"></a><a href="#FNanchor_242"><span class="label">[242]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xiv. line 3, +<p><a id="Footnote_242"></a><a href="#FNanchor_242"><span class="label">[242]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xiv. line 3, note 1, and line 6, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 339, 340.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_243" id="Footnote_243"></a><a href="#FNanchor_243"><span class="label">[243]</span></a> <a id="Note_197"></a>{197}[In 1814 the Italian possessions of the Emperor of +<p><a id="Footnote_243"></a><a href="#FNanchor_243"><span class="label">[243]</span></a> <a id="Note_197"></a>{197}[In 1814 the Italian possessions of the Emperor of Austria were "constituted into separate and particular states, under the title of the kingdom of Venetian Lombardy."—Koch's <i>Europe</i>, p. 234.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_244" id="Footnote_244"></a><a href="#FNanchor_244"><span class="label">[244]</span></a> [The Prince of Orange ... was proclaimed Sovereign Prince +<p><a id="Footnote_244"></a><a href="#FNanchor_244"><span class="label">[244]</span></a> [The Prince of Orange ... was proclaimed Sovereign Prince of the Low Countries, December 1, 1813; and in the following year, August 13, 1814, on the condition that he should make a part of the Germanic Confederation, he received the title of King of the Netherlands.-<i>Ibid</i>., p. 233.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_245" id="Footnote_245"></a><a href="#FNanchor_245"><span class="label">[245]</span></a> [Compare "Oceano dissociabili," Hor., <i>Odes</i>, I. iii +<p><a id="Footnote_245"></a><a href="#FNanchor_245"><span class="label">[245]</span></a> [Compare "Oceano dissociabili," Hor., <i>Odes</i>, I. iii 22.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_246" id="Footnote_246"></a><a href="#FNanchor_246"><span class="label">[246]</span></a> [In October, 1812, the American sloop <i>Wasp</i> captured the +<p><a id="Footnote_246"></a><a href="#FNanchor_246"><span class="label">[246]</span></a> [In October, 1812, the American sloop <i>Wasp</i> captured the English brig <i>Frolic</i>; and December 29, 1812, the <i>Constitution</i> compelled the frigate <i>Java</i> to surrender. In the following year, February 24, 1813, the <i>Hornet</i> met the <i>Peacock</i> off the Demerara, and @@ -10397,7 +10352,7 @@ other vessels surrendered."—<i>History of America</i>, by Justin Winsor, 1888, vii. 380, <i>seq</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_247" id="Footnote_247"></a><a href="#FNanchor_247"><span class="label">[247]</span></a> <a id="Note_198"></a>{198}[Byron repented, or feigned to repent, this somewhat +<p><a id="Footnote_247"></a><a href="#FNanchor_247"><span class="label">[247]</span></a> <a id="Note_198"></a>{198}[Byron repented, or feigned to repent, this somewhat provocative eulogy of the Great Republic: "Somebody has sent me some American abuse of <i>Mazeppa</i> and 'the Ode;' in future I will compliment nothing but Canada, and desert to the English."—Letter to Murray, @@ -10407,20 +10362,20 @@ Magazine</i>, November, 1819, vol. xiv, pp. 405-410.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_199">[199]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="MAZEPPA" id="MAZEPPA"></a> +<h2><a id="MAZEPPA"></a> MAZEPPA. </h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>MAZEPPA</i> -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><i><span class="smcap">Mazeppa</span></i>, a legend of the Russian Ukraine, or frontier region, is based @@ -10452,7 +10407,7 @@ Doroshénko, hetman or president of the Western Ukraine, on the hither side of the Dniéper. From the service of Doroshénko, who came to an untimely end, he passed by a series of accidents into the employ of his rival, Samoïlovitch, hetman of the Eastern Ukraine, and, as his -secretary or envoy, continued to attract the notice<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> and to conciliate +secretary or envoy, continued to attract the notice<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> and to conciliate the good will of the (regent) Tzarina Sophia and her eminent <i>boyard</i>, Prince Basil Golitsyn. A time came (1687) when it served the interests of Russia to degrade Samoïlovitch, and raise Mazeppa to the post of @@ -10495,7 +10450,7 @@ deeds of daring, his intrigues and his treachery, have been and still are sung by the wandering minstrels of the Ukraine. His story has passed into literature. His ride forms the subject of an <i>Orientale</i> (1829) by Victor Hugo, who treats Byron's theme symbolically; and the romance of -his old age, his love for his god-daughter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> Matréna, with its tragical +his old age, his love for his god-daughter<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> Matréna, with its tragical issue, the judicial murder of Kotchúbey and Iskra, are celebrated by the "Russian Byron" Pushkin, in his poem <i>Poltava</i>. He forms the subject of a novel, <i>Iwan Wizigin</i>, by Bulgarin, 1830, and of tragedies by I. @@ -10521,11 +10476,11 @@ Maginn, <i>vide ibid</i>., pp. 434-439); the <i>Monthly Review</i>, July, 1819, vol. 89, pp. 309-321; and the <i>Eclectic Review</i>, August, 1819, vol. xii. pp. 147-156.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> <h3>ADVERTISEMENT. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p>"<span class="smcap">Celui</span> qui remplissait alors cette place était un gentilhomme Polonais, @@ -10544,1007 +10499,1007 @@ de Charles XII</i>., 1772, p. 205.</p> <p>"Le roi, fuyant et poursuivi, eut son cheval tué sous lui; le Colonel Gieta, blessé, et perdant tout son sang, lui donna le sien. Ainsi on -remit deux fois à cheval, dans la fuite,<a name="FNanchor_br" id="FNanchor_br"></a><a href="#Footnote_br" class="fnanchor">[br]</a> ce conquérant qui n'avait +remit deux fois à cheval, dans la fuite,<a id="FNanchor_br"></a><a href="#Footnote_br" class="fnanchor">[br]</a> ce conquérant qui n'avait pu y monter pendant la bataille."—P. 222.</p> <p>"Le roi alla par un autre chemin avec quelques cavaliers. Le carrosse, où il était, rompit dans la marche; on le remit à cheval. Pour comble de disgrâce, il s'égara pendant la nuit dans un bois; là, son courage ne -pouvant plus suppléer, à ses forces épuisées, les douleurs de sa<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +pouvant plus suppléer, à ses forces épuisées, les douleurs de sa<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> blessure devenues plus insupportables par la fatigue, son cheval étant tombé de lassitude, il se coucha quelques heures au pied d'un arbre, en danger d'être surpris à tout moment par les vainqueurs, qui le cherchaient de tous côtés."—P. 224.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p> <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p> <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> <h3>MAZEPPA </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Twas</span> after dread Pultowa's day,<a name="FNanchor_248" id="FNanchor_248"></a><a href="#Footnote_248" class="fnanchor">[248]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">When Fortune left the royal Swede—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around a slaughtered army lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No more to combat and to bleed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The power and glory of the war,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Faithless as their vain votaries, men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had passed to the triumphant Czar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Moscow's walls were safe again—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until a day more dark and drear,<a name="FNanchor_249" id="FNanchor_249"></a><a href="#Footnote_249" class="fnanchor">[249]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a more memorable year,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should give to slaughter and to shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mightier host and haughtier name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A greater wreck, a deeper fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A shock to one—a thunderbolt to all.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Twas</span> after dread Pultowa's day,<a id="FNanchor_248"></a><a href="#Footnote_248" class="fnanchor">[248]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">When Fortune left the royal Swede—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Around a slaughtered army lay,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No more to combat and to bleed.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The power and glory of the war,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Faithless as their vain votaries, men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had passed to the triumphant Czar,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Moscow's walls were safe again—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until a day more dark and drear,<a id="FNanchor_249"></a><a href="#Footnote_249" class="fnanchor">[249]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And a more memorable year,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should give to slaughter and to shame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A mightier host and haughtier name;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A greater wreck, a deeper fall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A shock to one—a thunderbolt to all.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such was the hazard of the die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wounded Charles was taught to fly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_250" id="FNanchor_250"></a><a href="#Footnote_250" class="fnanchor">[250]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">By day and night through field and flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stained with his own and subjects' blood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thousands fell that flight to aid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a voice was heard to upbraid<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ambition in his humbled hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Truth had nought to dread from Power.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His horse was slain, and Gieta gave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His own—and died the Russians' slave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This, too, sinks after many a league<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of well-sustained, but vain fatigue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the depth of forests darkling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The watch-fires in the distance sparkling—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beacons of surrounding foes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A King must lay his limbs at length.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are these the laurels and repose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For which the nations strain their strength?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They laid him by a savage tree,<a name="FNanchor_251" id="FNanchor_251"></a><a href="#Footnote_251" class="fnanchor">[251]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In outworn Nature's agony;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wounds were stiff, his limbs were stark;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavy hour was chill and dark;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fever in his blood forbade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A transient slumber's fitful aid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus it was; but yet through all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kinglike the monarch bore his fall,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made, in this extreme of ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His pangs the vassals of his will:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All silent and subdued were they.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As once the nations round him lay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such was the hazard of the die;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wounded Charles was taught to fly<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_208">[208]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_250"></a><a href="#Footnote_250" class="fnanchor">[250]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">By day and night through field and flood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stained with his own and subjects' blood;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For thousands fell that flight to aid:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not a voice was heard to upbraid<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ambition in his humbled hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Truth had nought to dread from Power.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His horse was slain, and Gieta gave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His own—and died the Russians' slave.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This, too, sinks after many a league<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of well-sustained, but vain fatigue;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in the depth of forests darkling,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The watch-fires in the distance sparkling—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The beacons of surrounding foes—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A King must lay his limbs at length.<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are these the laurels and repose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For which the nations strain their strength?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They laid him by a savage tree,<a id="FNanchor_251"></a><a href="#Footnote_251" class="fnanchor">[251]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In outworn Nature's agony;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His wounds were stiff, his limbs were stark;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The heavy hour was chill and dark;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fever in his blood forbade<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A transient slumber's fitful aid:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus it was; but yet through all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Kinglike the monarch bore his fall,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And made, in this extreme of ill,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His pangs the vassals of his will:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_209">[209]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All silent and subdued were they.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As once the nations round him lay.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A band of chiefs!—alas! how few,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since but the fleeting of a day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had thinned it; but this wreck was true<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And chivalrous: upon the clay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each sate him down, all sad and mute,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beside his monarch and his steed;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For danger levels man and brute,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all are fellows in their need.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the rest, Mazeppa made<a name="FNanchor_252" id="FNanchor_252"></a><a href="#Footnote_252" class="fnanchor">[252]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His pillow in an old oak's shade—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Himself as rough, and scarce less old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Ukraine's Hetman, calm and bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But first, outspent with this long course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Cossack prince rubbed down his horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made for him a leafy bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And smoothed his fetlocks and his mane,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And slacked his girth, and stripped his rein,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And joyed to see how well he fed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For until now he had the dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wearied courser might refuse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To browse beneath the midnight dews:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he was hardy as his lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And little cared for bed and board;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But spirited and docile too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate'er was to be done, would do.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shaggy and swift, and strong of limb,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Tartar-like he carried him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Obeyed his voice, and came to call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And knew him in the midst of all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thousands were around,—and Night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a star, pursued her flight,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That steed from sunset until dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His chief would follow like a fawn.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0">A band of chiefs!—alas! how few,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Since but the fleeting of a day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had thinned it; but this wreck was true<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And chivalrous: upon the clay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each sate him down, all sad and mute,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beside his monarch and his steed;<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For danger levels man and brute,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And all are fellows in their need.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Among the rest, Mazeppa made<a id="FNanchor_252"></a><a href="#Footnote_252" class="fnanchor">[252]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His pillow in an old oak's shade—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Himself as rough, and scarce less old,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Ukraine's Hetman, calm and bold;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But first, outspent with this long course,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Cossack prince rubbed down his horse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And made for him a leafy bed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And smoothed his fetlocks and his mane,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And slacked his girth, and stripped his rein,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And joyed to see how well he fed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For until now he had the dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His wearied courser might refuse<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To browse beneath the midnight dews:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But he was hardy as his lord,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And little cared for bed and board;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But spirited and docile too,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er was to be done, would do.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shaggy and swift, and strong of limb,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All Tartar-like he carried him;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Obeyed his voice, and came to call,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And knew him in the midst of all:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though thousands were around,—and Night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without a star, pursued her flight,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That steed from sunset until dawn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His chief would follow like a fawn.<br ></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This done, Mazeppa spread his cloak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And laid his lance beneath his oak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Felt if his arms in order good<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The long day's march had well withstood—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If still the powder filled the pan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And flints unloosened kept their lock—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His sabre's hilt and scabbard felt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whether they had chafed his belt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And next the venerable man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out his havresack and can,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Prepared and spread his slender stock;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the Monarch and his men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole or portion offered then<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With far less of inquietude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than courtiers at a banquet would.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Charles of this his slender share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With smiles partook a moment there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To force of cheer a greater show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seem above both wounds and woe;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he said—"Of all our band,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though firm of heart and strong of hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In skirmish, march, or forage, none<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can less have said or more have done<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than thee, Mazeppa! On the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So fit a pair had never birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since Alexander's days till now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thy Bucephalus and thou:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Scythia's fame to thine should yield<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For pricking on o'er flood and field."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mazeppa answered—"Ill betide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The school wherein I learned to ride!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quoth Charles—"Old Hetman, wherefore so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since thou hast learned the art so well?"<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mazeppa said—"'Twere long to tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we have many a league to go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With every now and then a blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ten to one at least the foe,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before our steeds may graze at ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond the swift Borysthenes:<a name="FNanchor_253" id="FNanchor_253"></a><a href="#Footnote_253" class="fnanchor">[253]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, Sire, your limbs have need of rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will be the sentinel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this your troop."—"But I request,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said Sweden's monarch, "thou wilt tell<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This tale of thine, and I may reap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance, from this the boon of sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For at this moment from my eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hope of present slumber flies."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Well, Sire, with such a hope, I'll track<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My seventy years of memory back:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think 'twas in my twentieth spring,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aye 'twas,—when Casimir was king<a name="FNanchor_254" id="FNanchor_254"></a><a href="#Footnote_254" class="fnanchor">[254]</a>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">John Casimir,—I was his page<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six summers, in my earlier age:<a name="FNanchor_255" id="FNanchor_255"></a><a href="#Footnote_255" class="fnanchor">[255]</a><span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A learnéd monarch, faith! was he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And most unlike your Majesty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He made no wars, and did not gain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New realms to lose them back again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And (save debates in Warsaw's diet)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He reigned in most unseemly quiet;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not that he had no cares to vex;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He loved the Muses and the Sex;<a name="FNanchor_256" id="FNanchor_256"></a><a href="#Footnote_256" class="fnanchor">[256]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sometimes these so froward are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made him wish himself at war;<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon his wrath being o'er, he took<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another mistress—or new book:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he gave prodigious fetes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Warsaw gathered round his gates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gaze upon his splendid court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dames, and chiefs, of princely port.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was the Polish Solomon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So sung his poets, all but one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, being unpensioned, made a satire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And boasted that he could not flatter.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was a court of jousts and mimes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where every courtier tried at rhymes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even I for once produced some verses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And signed my odes 'Despairing Thyrsis.'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was a certain Palatine,<a name="FNanchor_257" id="FNanchor_257"></a><a href="#Footnote_257" class="fnanchor">[257]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Count of far and high descent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rich as a salt or silver mine;<a name="FNanchor_258" id="FNanchor_258"></a><a href="#Footnote_258" class="fnanchor">[258]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he was proud, ye may divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if from Heaven he had been sent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had such wealth in blood and ore<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">As few could match beneath the throne;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he would gaze upon his store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And o'er his pedigree would pore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until by some confusion led,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which almost looked like want of head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He thought their merits were his own.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife was not of this opinion;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His junior she by thirty years,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grew daily tired of his dominion;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, after wishes, hopes, and fears,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Virtue a few farewell tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A restless dream or two—some glances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Warsaw's youth—some songs, and dances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Awaited but the usual chances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those happy accidents which render<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The coldest dames so very tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To deck her Count with titles given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis said, as passports into Heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, strange to say, they rarely boast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of these, who have deserved them most.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This done, Mazeppa spread his cloak,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And laid his lance beneath his oak,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Felt if his arms in order good<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The long day's march had well withstood—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If still the powder filled the pan,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And flints unloosened kept their lock—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His sabre's hilt and scabbard felt,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And whether they had chafed his belt;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And next the venerable man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out his havresack and can,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Prepared and spread his slender stock;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to the Monarch and his men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The whole or portion offered then<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With far less of inquietude<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than courtiers at a banquet would.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Charles of this his slender share<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With smiles partook a moment there,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To force of cheer a greater show,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seem above both wounds and woe;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then he said—"Of all our band,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though firm of heart and strong of hand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In skirmish, march, or forage, none<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can less have said or more have done<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than thee, Mazeppa! On the earth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So fit a pair had never birth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since Alexander's days till now,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As thy Bucephalus and thou:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All Scythia's fame to thine should yield<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For pricking on o'er flood and field."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mazeppa answered—"Ill betide<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The school wherein I learned to ride!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth Charles—"Old Hetman, wherefore so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since thou hast learned the art so well?"<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mazeppa said—"'Twere long to tell;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we have many a league to go,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With every now and then a blow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And ten to one at least the foe,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_211">[211]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before our steeds may graze at ease,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the swift Borysthenes:<a id="FNanchor_253"></a><a href="#Footnote_253" class="fnanchor">[253]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, Sire, your limbs have need of rest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I will be the sentinel<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of this your troop."—"But I request,"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Said Sweden's monarch, "thou wilt tell<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">This tale of thine, and I may reap,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance, from this the boon of sleep;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For at this moment from my eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hope of present slumber flies."<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Well, Sire, with such a hope, I'll track<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My seventy years of memory back:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I think 'twas in my twentieth spring,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Aye 'twas,—when Casimir was king<a id="FNanchor_254"></a><a href="#Footnote_254" class="fnanchor">[254]</a>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">John Casimir,—I was his page<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Six summers, in my earlier age:<a id="FNanchor_255"></a><a href="#Footnote_255" class="fnanchor">[255]</a><span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A learnéd monarch, faith! was he,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And most unlike your Majesty;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He made no wars, and did not gain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">New realms to lose them back again;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And (save debates in Warsaw's diet)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He reigned in most unseemly quiet;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_212">[212]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not that he had no cares to vex;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He loved the Muses and the Sex;<a id="FNanchor_256"></a><a href="#Footnote_256" class="fnanchor">[256]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sometimes these so froward are,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They made him wish himself at war;<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But soon his wrath being o'er, he took<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Another mistress—or new book:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then he gave prodigious fetes—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All Warsaw gathered round his gates<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To gaze upon his splendid court,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And dames, and chiefs, of princely port.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was the Polish Solomon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So sung his poets, all but one,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who, being unpensioned, made a satire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And boasted that he could not flatter.<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was a court of jousts and mimes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where every courtier tried at rhymes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even I for once produced some verses,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And signed my odes 'Despairing Thyrsis.'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There was a certain Palatine,<a id="FNanchor_257"></a><a href="#Footnote_257" class="fnanchor">[257]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Count of far and high descent,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rich as a salt or silver mine;<a id="FNanchor_258"></a><a href="#Footnote_258" class="fnanchor">[258]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he was proud, ye may divine,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As if from Heaven he had been sent;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He had such wealth in blood and ore<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">As few could match beneath the throne;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he would gaze upon his store,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er his pedigree would pore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until by some confusion led,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which almost looked like want of head,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He thought their merits were his own.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His wife was not of this opinion;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His junior she by thirty years,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_213">[213]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Grew daily tired of his dominion;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, after wishes, hopes, and fears,<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">To Virtue a few farewell tears,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A restless dream or two—some glances<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At Warsaw's youth—some songs, and dances,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Awaited but the usual chances,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those happy accidents which render<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The coldest dames so very tender,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To deck her Count with titles given,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis said, as passports into Heaven;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But, strange to say, they rarely boast<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of these, who have deserved them most.<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I was a goodly stripling then;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At seventy years I so may say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That there were few, or boys or men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who, in my dawning time of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of vassal or of knight's degree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could vie in vanities with me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I had strength—youth—gaiety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A port, not like to this ye see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But smooth, as all is rugged now;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For Time, and Care, and War, have ploughed<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My very soul from out my brow;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thus I should be disavowed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By all my kind and kin, could they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compare my day and yesterday;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This change was wrought, too, long ere age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had ta'en my features for his page:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With years, ye know, have not declined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My strength—my courage—or my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or at this hour I should not be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Telling old tales beneath a tree,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With starless skies my canopy.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But let me on: Theresa's<a name="FNanchor_259" id="FNanchor_259"></a><a href="#Footnote_259" class="fnanchor">[259]</a> form<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks it glides before me now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between me and yon chestnut's bough,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The memory is so quick and warm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I find no words to tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shape of her I loved so well:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She had the Asiatic eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such as our Turkish neighbourhood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath mingled with our Polish blood,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark as above us is the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But through it stole a tender light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the first moonrise of midnight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Large, dark, and swimming in the stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which seemed to melt to its own beam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All love, half languor, and half fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like saints that at the stake expire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lift their raptured looks on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though it were a joy to die.<a name="FNanchor_bs" id="FNanchor_bs"></a><a href="#Footnote_bs" class="fnanchor">[bs]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A brow like a midsummer lake,<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Transparent with the sun therein,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When waves no murmur dare to make,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And heaven beholds her face within.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cheek and lip—but why proceed?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I loved her then, I love her still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such as I am, love indeed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fierce extremes—in good and ill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still we love even in our rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And haunted to our very age<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the vain shadow of the past,—<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As is Mazeppa to the last.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I was a goodly stripling then;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">At seventy years I so may say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That there were few, or boys or men,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who, in my dawning time of day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of vassal or of knight's degree,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could vie in vanities with me;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I had strength—youth—gaiety,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A port, not like to this ye see,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But smooth, as all is rugged now;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For Time, and Care, and War, have ploughed<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My very soul from out my brow;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And thus I should be disavowed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By all my kind and kin, could they<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Compare my day and yesterday;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This change was wrought, too, long ere age<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had ta'en my features for his page:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With years, ye know, have not declined<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My strength—my courage—or my mind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or at this hour I should not be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Telling old tales beneath a tree,<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With starless skies my canopy.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But let me on: Theresa's<a id="FNanchor_259"></a><a href="#Footnote_259" class="fnanchor">[259]</a> form<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_214">[214]</a></span>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methinks it glides before me now,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Between me and yon chestnut's bough,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The memory is so quick and warm;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet I find no words to tell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The shape of her I loved so well:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She had the Asiatic eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such as our Turkish neighbourhood<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hath mingled with our Polish blood,<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dark as above us is the sky;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But through it stole a tender light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like the first moonrise of midnight;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Large, dark, and swimming in the stream,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which seemed to melt to its own beam;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All love, half languor, and half fire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like saints that at the stake expire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And lift their raptured looks on high,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As though it were a joy to die.<a id="FNanchor_bs"></a><a href="#Footnote_bs" class="fnanchor">[bs]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A brow like a midsummer lake,<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Transparent with the sun therein,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When waves no murmur dare to make,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And heaven beholds her face within.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A cheek and lip—but why proceed?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I loved her then, I love her still;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And such as I am, love indeed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In fierce extremes—in good and ill.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But still we love even in our rage,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And haunted to our very age<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_215">[215]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the vain shadow of the past,—<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As is Mazeppa to the last.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"We met—we gazed—I saw, and sighed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She did not speak, and yet replied;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are ten thousand tones and signs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We hear and see, but none defines—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Involuntary sparks of thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And form a strange intelligence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alike mysterious and intense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which link the burning chain that binds,<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without their will, young hearts and minds;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conveying, as the electric<a name="FNanchor_260" id="FNanchor_260"></a><a href="#Footnote_260" class="fnanchor">[260]</a> wire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We know not how, the absorbing fire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw, and sighed—in silence wept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still reluctant distance kept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until I was made known to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we might then and there confer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without suspicion—then, even then,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I longed, and was resolved to speak;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But on my lips they died again,<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The accents tremulous and weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until one hour.—There is a game,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A frivolous and foolish play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherewith we while away the day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is—I have forgot the name—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we to this, it seems, were set,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By some strange chance, which I forget:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I recked not if I won or lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It was enough for me to be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So near to hear, and oh! to see<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The being whom I loved the most.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I watched her as a sentinel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(May ours this dark night watch as well!)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Until I saw, and thus it was,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she was pensive, nor perceived<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her occupation, nor was grieved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor glad to lose or gain; but still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Played on for hours, as if her will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet bound her to the place, though not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hers might be the winning lot<a name="FNanchor_bt" id="FNanchor_bt"></a><a href="#Footnote_bt" class="fnanchor">[bt]</a>.<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then through my brain the thought did pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even as a flash of lightning there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That there was something in her air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which would not doom me to despair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the thought my words broke forth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All incoherent as they were;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their eloquence was little worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet she listened—'tis enough—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who listens once will listen twice;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her heart, be sure, is not of ice—<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one refusal no rebuff.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We met—we gazed—I saw, and sighed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She did not speak, and yet replied;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There are ten thousand tones and signs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We hear and see, but none defines—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Involuntary sparks of thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And form a strange intelligence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alike mysterious and intense,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which link the burning chain that binds,<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without their will, young hearts and minds;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Conveying, as the electric<a id="FNanchor_260"></a><a href="#Footnote_260" class="fnanchor">[260]</a> wire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We know not how, the absorbing fire.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw, and sighed—in silence wept,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And still reluctant distance kept,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until I was made known to her,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we might then and there confer<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without suspicion—then, even then,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I longed, and was resolved to speak;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But on my lips they died again,<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The accents tremulous and weak,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until one hour.—There is a game,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A frivolous and foolish play,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wherewith we while away the day;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is—I have forgot the name—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we to this, it seems, were set,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By some strange chance, which I forget:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I recked not if I won or lost,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It was enough for me to be<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So near to hear, and oh! to see<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The being whom I loved the most.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I watched her as a sentinel,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(May ours this dark night watch as well!)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Until I saw, and thus it was,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_216">[216]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That she was pensive, nor perceived<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her occupation, nor was grieved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor glad to lose or gain; but still<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Played on for hours, as if her will<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet bound her to the place, though not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That hers might be the winning lot<a id="FNanchor_bt"></a><a href="#Footnote_bt" class="fnanchor">[bt]</a>.<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Then through my brain the thought did pass,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even as a flash of lightning there,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That there was something in her air<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which would not doom me to despair;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on the thought my words broke forth,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All incoherent as they were;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their eloquence was little worth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But yet she listened—'tis enough—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who listens once will listen twice;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Her heart, be sure, is not of ice—<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And one refusal no rebuff.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I loved, and was beloved again—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They tell me, Sire, you never knew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those gentle frailties; if 'tis true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shorten all my joy or pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you 'twould seem absurd as vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all men are not born to reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or o'er their passions, or as you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus o'er themselves and nations too.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am—or rather <i>was</i>—a Prince,<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A chief of thousands, and could lead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Them on where each would foremost bleed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But could not o'er myself evince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The like control—But to resume:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I loved, and was beloved again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sooth, it is a happy doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But yet where happiest ends in pain.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We met in secret, and the hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which led me to that lady's bower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was fiery Expectation's dower.<span class="linenum">300</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My days and nights were nothing—all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except that hour which doth recall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the long lapse from youth to age,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No other like itself: I'd give<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Ukraine back again to live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It o'er once more, and be a page,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The happy page, who was the lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of one soft heart, and his own sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had no other gem nor wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save Nature's gift of Youth and Health.<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We met in secret—doubly sweet<a name="FNanchor_261" id="FNanchor_261"></a><a href="#Footnote_261" class="fnanchor">[261]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some say, they find it so to meet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not that—I would have given<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My life but to have called her mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the full view of Earth and Heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For I did oft and long repine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we could only meet by stealth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I loved, and was beloved again—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They tell me, Sire, you never knew<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Those gentle frailties; if 'tis true,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I shorten all my joy or pain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To you 'twould seem absurd as vain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But all men are not born to reign,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or o'er their passions, or as you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus o'er themselves and nations too.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am—or rather <i>was</i>—a Prince,<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A chief of thousands, and could lead<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Them on where each would foremost bleed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But could not o'er myself evince<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The like control—But to resume:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I loved, and was beloved again;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In sooth, it is a happy doom,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But yet where happiest ends in pain.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We met in secret, and the hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which led me to that lady's bower<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was fiery Expectation's dower.<span class="linenum">300</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_217">[217]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My days and nights were nothing—all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except that hour which doth recall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the long lapse from youth to age,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No other like itself: I'd give<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Ukraine back again to live<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It o'er once more, and be a page,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The happy page, who was the lord<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of one soft heart, and his own sword,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And had no other gem nor wealth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save Nature's gift of Youth and Health.<span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We met in secret—doubly sweet<a id="FNanchor_261"></a><a href="#Footnote_261" class="fnanchor">[261]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some say, they find it so to meet;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not that—I would have given<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My life but to have called her mine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the full view of Earth and Heaven;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For I did oft and long repine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That we could only meet by stealth.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For lovers there are many eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And such there were on us; the Devil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On such occasions should be civil—<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Devil!—I'm loth to do him wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It might be some untoward saint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who would not be at rest too long,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But to his pious bile gave vent—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But one fair night, some lurking spies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surprised and seized us both.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Count was something more than wroth—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was unarmed; but if in steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All cap-à-pie from head to heel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What 'gainst their numbers could I do?<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas near his castle, far away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From city or from succour near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And almost on the break of day;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did not think to see another,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My moments seemed reduced to few;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with one prayer to Mary Mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, it may be, a saint or two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I resigned me to my fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They led me to the castle gate:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Theresa's doom I never knew,<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our lot was henceforth separate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An angry man, ye may opine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was he, the proud Count Palatine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he had reason good to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But he was most enraged lest such<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An accident should chance to touch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his future pedigree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor less amazed, that such a blot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His noble 'scutcheon should have got,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While he was highest of his line;<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because unto himself he seemed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The first of men, nor less he deemed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In others' eyes, and most in mine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Sdeath! with a <i>page</i>—perchance a king<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had reconciled him to the thing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with a stripling of a page—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt—but cannot paint his rage.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For lovers there are many eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And such there were on us; the Devil<br ></span> +<span class="i2">On such occasions should be civil—<span class="linenum">320</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Devil!—I'm loth to do him wrong,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It might be some untoward saint,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who would not be at rest too long,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But to his pious bile gave vent—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But one fair night, some lurking spies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Surprised and seized us both.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Count was something more than wroth—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I was unarmed; but if in steel,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All cap-à-pie from head to heel,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What 'gainst their numbers could I do?<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas near his castle, far away<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From city or from succour near,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And almost on the break of day;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_218">[218]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I did not think to see another,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My moments seemed reduced to few;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And with one prayer to Mary Mother,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, it may be, a saint or two,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I resigned me to my fate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They led me to the castle gate:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Theresa's doom I never knew,<span class="linenum">340</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our lot was henceforth separate.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An angry man, ye may opine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was he, the proud Count Palatine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he had reason good to be,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But he was most enraged lest such<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An accident should chance to touch<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his future pedigree;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor less amazed, that such a blot<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His noble 'scutcheon should have got,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While he was highest of his line;<span class="linenum">350</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because unto himself he seemed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The first of men, nor less he deemed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In others' eyes, and most in mine.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Sdeath! with a <i>page</i>—perchance a king<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had reconciled him to the thing;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But with a stripling of a page—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I felt—but cannot paint his rage.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Bring forth the horse!'—the horse was brought!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In truth, he was a noble steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who looked as though the speed of thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were in his limbs; but he was wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wild as the wild deer, and untaught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With spur and bridle undefiled—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Twas but a day he had been caught;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And snorting, with erected mane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And struggling fiercely, but in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the full foam of wrath and dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me the desert-born was led:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bound me on, that menial throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his back with many a thong;<span class="linenum">370</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They loosed him with a sudden lash—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away!—away!—and on we dash!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torrents less rapid and less rash.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Bring forth the horse!'—the horse was brought!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In truth, he was a noble steed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,<span class="linenum">360</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who looked as though the speed of thought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were in his limbs; but he was wild,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wild as the wild deer, and untaught,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With spur and bridle undefiled—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Twas but a day he had been caught;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And snorting, with erected mane,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And struggling fiercely, but in vain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the full foam of wrath and dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To me the desert-born was led:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They bound me on, that menial throng,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his back with many a thong;<span class="linenum">370</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_219">[219]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They loosed him with a sudden lash—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Away!—away!—and on we dash!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Torrents less rapid and less rash.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>X.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Away!—away!—My breath was gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw not where he hurried on:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas scarcely yet the break of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on he foamed—away!—away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last of human sounds which rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I was darted from my foes,<span class="linenum">380</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the wild shout of savage laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which on the wind came roaring after<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment from that rabble rout:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sudden wrath I wrenched my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And snapped the cord, which to the mane<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had bound my neck in lieu of rein,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, writhing half my form about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howled back my curse; but 'midst the tread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thunder of my courser's speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance they did not hear nor heed:<span class="linenum">390</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It vexes me—for I would fain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have paid their insult back again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I paid it well in after days:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is not of that castle gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its drawbridge and portcullis' weight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stone—bar—moat—bridge—or barrier left;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor of its fields a blade of grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Save what grows on a ridge of wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where stood the hearth-stone of the hall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a time ye there might pass,<span class="linenum">400</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor dream that e'er the fortress was.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw its turrets in a blaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their crackling battlements all cleft,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the hot lead pour down like rain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From off the scorched and blackening roof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose thickness was not vengeance-proof.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They little thought that day of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When launched, as on the lightning's flash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bade me to destruction dash,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">That one day I should come again,<span class="linenum">410</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With twice five thousand horse, to thank<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Count for his uncourteous ride.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They played me then a bitter prank,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When, with the wild horse for my guide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bound me to his foaming flank:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length I played them one as frank—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Time at last sets all things even—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And if we do but watch the hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There never yet was human power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which could evade, if unforgiven,<span class="linenum">420</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The patient search and vigil long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of him who treasures up a wrong.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Away!—away!—My breath was gone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw not where he hurried on:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas scarcely yet the break of day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on he foamed—away!—away!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The last of human sounds which rose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I was darted from my foes,<span class="linenum">380</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was the wild shout of savage laughter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which on the wind came roaring after<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment from that rabble rout:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With sudden wrath I wrenched my head,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And snapped the cord, which to the mane<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Had bound my neck in lieu of rein,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, writhing half my form about,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Howled back my curse; but 'midst the tread,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thunder of my courser's speed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance they did not hear nor heed:<span class="linenum">390</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It vexes me—for I would fain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have paid their insult back again.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I paid it well in after days:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is not of that castle gate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its drawbridge and portcullis' weight,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stone—bar—moat—bridge—or barrier left;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor of its fields a blade of grass,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Save what grows on a ridge of wall,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where stood the hearth-stone of the hall;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And many a time ye there might pass,<span class="linenum">400</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dream that e'er the fortress was.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw its turrets in a blaze,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their crackling battlements all cleft,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the hot lead pour down like rain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From off the scorched and blackening roof,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose thickness was not vengeance-proof.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They little thought that day of pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When launched, as on the lightning's flash,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They bade me to destruction dash,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_220">[220]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">That one day I should come again,<span class="linenum">410</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With twice five thousand horse, to thank<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Count for his uncourteous ride.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They played me then a bitter prank,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When, with the wild horse for my guide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They bound me to his foaming flank:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At length I played them one as frank—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Time at last sets all things even—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And if we do but watch the hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There never yet was human power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which could evade, if unforgiven,<span class="linenum">420</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The patient search and vigil long<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of him who treasures up a wrong.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Away!—away!—my steed and I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon the pinions of the wind!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All human dwellings left behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sped like meteors through the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When with its crackling sound the night<a name="FNanchor_262" id="FNanchor_262"></a><a href="#Footnote_262" class="fnanchor">[262]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is chequered with the Northern light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Town—village—none were on our track,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But a wild plain of far extent,<span class="linenum">430</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bounded by a forest black<a name="FNanchor_263" id="FNanchor_263"></a><a href="#Footnote_263" class="fnanchor">[263]</a>;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, save the scarce seen battlement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On distant heights of some strong hold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the Tartars built of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No trace of man. The year before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Turkish army had marched o'er;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where the Spahi's hoof hath trod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The verdure flies the bloody sod:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky was dull, and dim, and gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a low breeze crept moaning by—<span class="linenum">440</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I could have answered with a sigh—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fast we fled,—away!—away!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I could neither sigh nor pray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my cold sweat-drops fell like rain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the courser's bristling mane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, snorting still with rage and fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He flew upon his far career:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times I almost thought, indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must have slackened in his speed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no—my bound and slender frame<span class="linenum">450</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was nothing to his angry might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And merely like a spur became:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each motion which I made to free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My swoln limbs from their agony<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Increased his fury and affright:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tried my voice,—'twas faint and low—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet he swerved as from a blow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, starting to each accent, sprang<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As from a sudden trumpet's clang:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meantime my cords were wet with gore,<span class="linenum">460</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, oozing through my limbs, ran o'er;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in my tongue the thirst became<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A something fierier far than flame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Away!—away!—my steed and I,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the pinions of the wind!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All human dwellings left behind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We sped like meteors through the sky,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When with its crackling sound the night<a id="FNanchor_262"></a><a href="#Footnote_262" class="fnanchor">[262]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is chequered with the Northern light.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Town—village—none were on our track,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But a wild plain of far extent,<span class="linenum">430</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And bounded by a forest black<a id="FNanchor_263"></a><a href="#Footnote_263" class="fnanchor">[263]</a>;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, save the scarce seen battlement<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On distant heights of some strong hold,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against the Tartars built of old,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No trace of man. The year before<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Turkish army had marched o'er;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_221">[221]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And where the Spahi's hoof hath trod,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The verdure flies the bloody sod:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sky was dull, and dim, and gray,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And a low breeze crept moaning by—<span class="linenum">440</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I could have answered with a sigh—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But fast we fled,—away!—away!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I could neither sigh nor pray;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And my cold sweat-drops fell like rain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the courser's bristling mane;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But, snorting still with rage and fear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He flew upon his far career:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At times I almost thought, indeed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He must have slackened in his speed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But no—my bound and slender frame<span class="linenum">450</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Was nothing to his angry might,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And merely like a spur became:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each motion which I made to free<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My swoln limbs from their agony<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Increased his fury and affright:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I tried my voice,—'twas faint and low—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But yet he swerved as from a blow;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, starting to each accent, sprang<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As from a sudden trumpet's clang:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime my cords were wet with gore,<span class="linenum">460</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which, oozing through my limbs, ran o'er;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in my tongue the thirst became<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A something fierier far than flame.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"We neared the wild wood—'twas so wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw no bounds on either side:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas studded with old sturdy trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bent not to the roughest breeze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which howls down from Siberia's waste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And strips the forest in its haste,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these were few and far between,<span class="linenum">470</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set thick with shrubs more young and green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Luxuriant with their annual leaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere strown by those autumnal eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nip the forest's foliage dead,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discoloured with a lifeless red<a name="FNanchor_bu" id="FNanchor_bu"></a><a href="#Footnote_bu" class="fnanchor">[bu]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which stands thereon like stiffened gore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the slain when battle's o'er;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some long winter's night hath shed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its frost o'er every tombless head—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So cold and stark—the raven's beak<span class="linenum">480</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">May peck unpierced each frozen cheek:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas a wild waste of underwood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here and there a chestnut stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The strong oak, and the hardy pine;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But far apart—and well it were,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else a different lot were mine—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The boughs gave way, and did not tear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My limbs; and I found strength to bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wounds, already scarred with cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bonds forbade to loose my hold.<span class="linenum">490</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We rustled through the leaves like wind,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Left shrubs, and trees, and wolves behind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By night I heard them on the track,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their troop came hard upon our back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their long gallop, which can tire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hound's deep hate, and hunter's fire:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where'er we flew they followed on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor left us with the morning sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind I saw them, scarce a rood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At day-break winding through the wood,<span class="linenum">500</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the night had heard their feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their stealing, rustling step repeat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! how I wished for spear or sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least to die amidst the horde,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And perish—if it must be so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At bay, destroying many a foe!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first my courser's race begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wished the goal already won;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now I doubted strength and speed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vain doubt! his swift and savage breed<span class="linenum">510</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had nerved him like the mountain-roe—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor faster falls the blinding snow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which whelms the peasant near the door<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose threshold he shall cross no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bewildered with the dazzling blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than through the forest-paths he passed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Untired, untamed, and worse than wild—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All furious as a favoured child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Balked of its wish; or—fiercer still—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A woman piqued—who has her will!<span class="linenum">520</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We neared the wild wood—'twas so wide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw no bounds on either side:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas studded with old sturdy trees,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That bent not to the roughest breeze<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which howls down from Siberia's waste,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And strips the forest in its haste,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But these were few and far between,<span class="linenum">470</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Set thick with shrubs more young and green,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Luxuriant with their annual leaves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ere strown by those autumnal eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That nip the forest's foliage dead,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_222">[222]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Discoloured with a lifeless red<a id="FNanchor_bu"></a><a href="#Footnote_bu" class="fnanchor">[bu]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which stands thereon like stiffened gore<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the slain when battle's o'er;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And some long winter's night hath shed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its frost o'er every tombless head—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So cold and stark—the raven's beak<span class="linenum">480</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">May peck unpierced each frozen cheek:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas a wild waste of underwood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And here and there a chestnut stood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The strong oak, and the hardy pine;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But far apart—and well it were,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or else a different lot were mine—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The boughs gave way, and did not tear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My limbs; and I found strength to bear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My wounds, already scarred with cold;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My bonds forbade to loose my hold.<span class="linenum">490</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We rustled through the leaves like wind,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Left shrubs, and trees, and wolves behind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By night I heard them on the track,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their troop came hard upon our back,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With their long gallop, which can tire<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hound's deep hate, and hunter's fire:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where'er we flew they followed on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor left us with the morning sun;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Behind I saw them, scarce a rood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At day-break winding through the wood,<span class="linenum">500</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And through the night had heard their feet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their stealing, rustling step repeat.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! how I wished for spear or sword,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At least to die amidst the horde,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And perish—if it must be so—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At bay, destroying many a foe!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When first my courser's race begun,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I wished the goal already won;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But now I doubted strength and speed:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vain doubt! his swift and savage breed<span class="linenum">510</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had nerved him like the mountain-roe—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor faster falls the blinding snow<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_223">[223]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which whelms the peasant near the door<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose threshold he shall cross no more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bewildered with the dazzling blast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than through the forest-paths he passed—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Untired, untamed, and worse than wild—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All furious as a favoured child<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Balked of its wish; or—fiercer still—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A woman piqued—who has her will!<span class="linenum">520</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The wood was passed; 'twas more than noon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But chill the air, although in June;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or it might be my veins ran cold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prolonged endurance tames the bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I was then not what I seem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But headlong as a wintry stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wore my feelings out before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I well could count their causes o'er:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what with fury, fear, and wrath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tortures which beset my path—<span class="linenum">530</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold—hunger—sorrow—shame—distress—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus bound in Nature's nakedness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sprung from a race whose rising blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When stirred beyond its calmer mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trodden hard upon, is like<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rattle-snake's, in act to strike—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What marvel if this worn-out trunk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath its woes a moment sunk?<a name="FNanchor_264" id="FNanchor_264"></a><a href="#Footnote_264" class="fnanchor">[264]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth gave way, the skies rolled round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I seemed to sink upon the ground;<span class="linenum">540</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But erred—for I was fastly bound.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart turned sick, my brain grew sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And throbbed awhile, then beat no more:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The skies spun like a mighty wheel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the trees like drunkards reel,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which saw no farther. He who dies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can die no more than then I died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'ertortured by that ghastly ride.<a name="FNanchor_265" id="FNanchor_265"></a><a href="#Footnote_265" class="fnanchor">[265]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt the blackness come and go,<span class="linenum">550</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And strove to wake; but could not make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My senses climb up from below:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt as on a plank at sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all the waves that dash o'er thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the same time upheave and whelm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hurl thee towards a desert realm.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My undulating life was as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fancied lights that flitting pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our shut eyes in deep midnight, when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fever begins upon the brain;<span class="linenum">560</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon it passed, with little pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But a confusion worse than such:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I own that I should deem it much,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dying, to feel the same again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I do suppose we must<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel far more ere we turn to dust!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No matter! I have bared my brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full in Death's face—before—and now.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The wood was passed; 'twas more than noon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But chill the air, although in June;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or it might be my veins ran cold—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Prolonged endurance tames the bold;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I was then not what I seem,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But headlong as a wintry stream,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wore my feelings out before<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I well could count their causes o'er:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And what with fury, fear, and wrath,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tortures which beset my path—<span class="linenum">530</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cold—hunger—sorrow—shame—distress—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus bound in Nature's nakedness;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sprung from a race whose rising blood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When stirred beyond its calmer mood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And trodden hard upon, is like<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rattle-snake's, in act to strike—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What marvel if this worn-out trunk<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath its woes a moment sunk?<a id="FNanchor_264"></a><a href="#Footnote_264" class="fnanchor">[264]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The earth gave way, the skies rolled round,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I seemed to sink upon the ground;<span class="linenum">540</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But erred—for I was fastly bound.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My heart turned sick, my brain grew sore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And throbbed awhile, then beat no more:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The skies spun like a mighty wheel;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the trees like drunkards reel,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_224">[224]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which saw no farther. He who dies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can die no more than then I died,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'ertortured by that ghastly ride.<a id="FNanchor_265"></a><a href="#Footnote_265" class="fnanchor">[265]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I felt the blackness come and go,<span class="linenum">550</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And strove to wake; but could not make<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My senses climb up from below:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I felt as on a plank at sea,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When all the waves that dash o'er thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At the same time upheave and whelm,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hurl thee towards a desert realm.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My undulating life was as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fancied lights that flitting pass<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our shut eyes in deep midnight, when<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fever begins upon the brain;<span class="linenum">560</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But soon it passed, with little pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But a confusion worse than such:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I own that I should deem it much,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dying, to feel the same again;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet I do suppose we must<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Feel far more ere we turn to dust!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No matter! I have bared my brow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Full in Death's face—before—and now.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"My thoughts came back. Where was I? Cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And numb, and giddy: pulse by pulse<span class="linenum">570</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life reassumed its lingering hold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And throb by throb,—till grown a pang<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which for a moment would convulse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My blood reflowed, though thick and chill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My ear with uncouth noises rang,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart began once more to thrill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sight returned, though dim; alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thickened, as it were, with glass.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought the dash of waves was nigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was a gleam too of the sky,<span class="linenum">580</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Studded with stars;—it is no dream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wild horse swims the wilder stream!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bright broad river's gushing tide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweeps, winding onward, far and wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we are half-way, struggling o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To yon unknown and silent shore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The waters broke my hollow trance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a temporary strength<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My stiffened limbs were rebaptized.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My courser's broad breast proudly braves,<span class="linenum">590</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dashes off the ascending waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And onward we advance!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We reach the slippery shore at length,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A haven I but little prized,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all behind was dark and drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all before was night and fear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many hours of night or day<a name="FNanchor_266" id="FNanchor_266"></a><a href="#Footnote_266" class="fnanchor">[266]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In those suspended pangs I lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not tell; I scarcely knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If this were human breath I drew.<span class="linenum">600</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My thoughts came back. Where was I? Cold,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And numb, and giddy: pulse by pulse<span class="linenum">570</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Life reassumed its lingering hold,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And throb by throb,—till grown a pang<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which for a moment would convulse,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My blood reflowed, though thick and chill;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My ear with uncouth noises rang,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My heart began once more to thrill;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My sight returned, though dim; alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thickened, as it were, with glass.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methought the dash of waves was nigh;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There was a gleam too of the sky,<span class="linenum">580</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_225">[225]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Studded with stars;—it is no dream;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wild horse swims the wilder stream!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The bright broad river's gushing tide<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeps, winding onward, far and wide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we are half-way, struggling o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To yon unknown and silent shore.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The waters broke my hollow trance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And with a temporary strength<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My stiffened limbs were rebaptized.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My courser's broad breast proudly braves,<span class="linenum">590</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And dashes off the ascending waves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And onward we advance!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We reach the slippery shore at length,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A haven I but little prized,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For all behind was dark and drear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all before was night and fear.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How many hours of night or day<a id="FNanchor_266"></a><a href="#Footnote_266" class="fnanchor">[266]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In those suspended pangs I lay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I could not tell; I scarcely knew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If this were human breath I drew.<span class="linenum">600</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"With glossy skin, and dripping mane,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And reeling limbs, and reeking flank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wild steed's sinewy nerves still strain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up the repelling bank.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We gain the top: a boundless plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spreads through the shadow of the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And onward, onward, onward—seems,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like precipices in our dreams,<a name="FNanchor_267" id="FNanchor_267"></a><a href="#Footnote_267" class="fnanchor">[267]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stretch beyond the sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here and there a speck of white,<span class="linenum">610</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or scattered spot of dusky green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In masses broke into the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As rose the moon upon my right:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But nought distinctly seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dim waste would indicate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The omen of a cottage gate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No twinkling taper from afar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood like a hospitable star;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not even an ignis-fatuus rose<a name="FNanchor_268" id="FNanchor_268"></a><a href="#Footnote_268" class="fnanchor">[268]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make him merry with my woes:<span class="linenum">620</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">That very cheat had cheered me then!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although detected, welcome still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reminding me, through every ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the abodes of men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"With glossy skin, and dripping mane,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And reeling limbs, and reeking flank,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wild steed's sinewy nerves still strain<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Up the repelling bank.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We gain the top: a boundless plain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spreads through the shadow of the night,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And onward, onward, onward—seems,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like precipices in our dreams,<a id="FNanchor_267"></a><a href="#Footnote_267" class="fnanchor">[267]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To stretch beyond the sight;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And here and there a speck of white,<span class="linenum">610</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_226">[226]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or scattered spot of dusky green,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In masses broke into the light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As rose the moon upon my right:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But nought distinctly seen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the dim waste would indicate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The omen of a cottage gate;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No twinkling taper from afar<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stood like a hospitable star;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not even an ignis-fatuus rose<a id="FNanchor_268"></a><a href="#Footnote_268" class="fnanchor">[268]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make him merry with my woes:<span class="linenum">620</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">That very cheat had cheered me then!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although detected, welcome still,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reminding me, through every ill,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of the abodes of men.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Onward we went—but slack and slow;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His savage force at length o'erspent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The drooping courser, faint and low,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All feebly foaming went:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sickly infant had had power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guide him forward in that hour!<span class="linenum">630</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But, useless all to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His new-born tameness nought availed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My limbs were bound; my force had failed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perchance, had they been free.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With feeble effort still I tried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rend the bonds so starkly tied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But still it was in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My limbs were only wrung the more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon the idle strife gave o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which but prolonged their pain.<span class="linenum">640</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dizzy race seemed almost done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although no goal was nearly won:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some streaks announced the coming sun—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How slow, alas! he came!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought that mist of dawning gray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would never dapple into day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How heavily it rolled away!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before the eastern flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose crimson, and deposed the stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And called the radiance from their cars,<a name="FNanchor_bv" id="FNanchor_bv"></a><a href="#Footnote_bv" class="fnanchor">[bv]</a><span class="linenum">650</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And filled the earth, from his deep throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With lonely lustre, all his own.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Onward we went—but slack and slow;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His savage force at length o'erspent,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The drooping courser, faint and low,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All feebly foaming went:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sickly infant had had power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To guide him forward in that hour!<span class="linenum">630</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">But, useless all to me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His new-born tameness nought availed—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My limbs were bound; my force had failed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perchance, had they been free.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With feeble effort still I tried<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To rend the bonds so starkly tied,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But still it was in vain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My limbs were only wrung the more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And soon the idle strife gave o'er,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which but prolonged their pain.<span class="linenum">640</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dizzy race seemed almost done,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although no goal was nearly won:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_227">[227]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some streaks announced the coming sun—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How slow, alas! he came!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methought that mist of dawning gray<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would never dapple into day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How heavily it rolled away!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Before the eastern flame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rose crimson, and deposed the stars,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And called the radiance from their cars,<a id="FNanchor_bv"></a><a href="#Footnote_bv" class="fnanchor">[bv]</a><span class="linenum">650</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And filled the earth, from his deep throne,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With lonely lustre, all his own.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Uprose the sun; the mists were curled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Back from the solitary world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which lay around—behind—before.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What booted it to traverse o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plain—forest—river? Man nor brute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor dint of hoof, nor print of foot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay in the wild luxuriant soil—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sign of travel, none of toil—<span class="linenum">660</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very air was mute:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not an insect's shrill small horn,<a name="FNanchor_269" id="FNanchor_269"></a><a href="#Footnote_269" class="fnanchor">[269]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor matin bird's new voice was borne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From herb nor thicket. Many a <i>werst,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Panting as if his heart would burst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The weary brute still staggered on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still we were—or seemed—alone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length, while reeling on our way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought I heard a courser neigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out yon tuft of blackening firs.<span class="linenum">670</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it the wind those branches stirs?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_270" id="FNanchor_270"></a><a href="#Footnote_270" class="fnanchor">[270]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, no! from out the forest prance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A trampling troop; I see them come!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one vast squadron they advance!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I strove to cry—my lips were dumb!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The steeds rush on in plunging pride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where are they the reins to guide?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand horse, and none to ride!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With flowing tail, and flying mane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,<span class="linenum">680</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feet that iron never shod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand horse, the wild, the free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like waves that follow o'er the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came thickly thundering on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if our faint approach to meet!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sight re-nerved my courser's feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment staggering, feebly fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment, with a faint low neigh,<span class="linenum">690</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">He answered, and then fell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gasps and glazing eyes he lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And reeking limbs immoveable,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His first and last career is done!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On came the troop—they saw him stoop,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They saw me strangely bound along<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His back with many a bloody thong.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They stop—they start—they snuff the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gallop a moment here and there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Approach, retire, wheel round and round,<span class="linenum">700</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then plunging back with sudden bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Headed by one black mighty steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who seemed the Patriarch of his breed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without a single speck or hair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of white upon his shaggy hide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They snort—they foam—neigh—swerve aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And backward to the forest fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By instinct, from a human eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They left me there to my despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Linked to the dead and stiffening wretch,<span class="linenum">710</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose lifeless limbs beneath me stretch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Relieved from that unwonted weight,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence I could not extricate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor him nor me—and there we lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dying on the dead!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I little deemed another day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would see my houseless, helpless head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And there from morn to twilight bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt the heavy hours toil round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With just enough of life to see<span class="linenum">720</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My last of suns go down on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In hopeless certainty of, mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes us feel at length resigned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To that which our foreboding years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Present the worst and last of fears:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inevitable—even a boon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor more unkind for coming soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet shunned and dreaded with such care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if it only were a snare<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Prudence might escape:<span class="linenum">730</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times both wished for and implored,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times sought with self-pointed sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet still a dark and hideous close<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To even intolerable woes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And welcome in no shape.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, strange to say, the sons of pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They who have revelled beyond measure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In beauty, wassail, wine, and treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Die calm, or calmer, oft than he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose heritage was Misery.<span class="linenum">740</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he who hath in turn run through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that was beautiful and new,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath nought to hope, and nought to leave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, save the future, (which is viewed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not quite as men are base or good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as their nerves may be endued,)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With nought perhaps to grieve:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wretch still hopes his woes must end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Death, whom he should deem his friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appears, to his distempered eyes,<span class="linenum">750</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arrived to rob him of his prize,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tree of his new Paradise.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-morrow would have given him all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repaid his pangs, repaired his fall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-morrow would have been the first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of days no more deplored or curst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But bright, and long, and beckoning years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seen dazzling through the mist of tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guerdon of many a painful hour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-morrow would have given him power<span class="linenum">760</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rule—to shine—to smite—to save—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And must it dawn upon his grave?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Uprose the sun; the mists were curled<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Back from the solitary world<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which lay around—behind—before.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What booted it to traverse o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Plain—forest—river? Man nor brute,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dint of hoof, nor print of foot,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lay in the wild luxuriant soil—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No sign of travel, none of toil—<span class="linenum">660</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The very air was mute:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not an insect's shrill small horn,<a id="FNanchor_269"></a><a href="#Footnote_269" class="fnanchor">[269]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor matin bird's new voice was borne<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From herb nor thicket. Many a <i>werst,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Panting as if his heart would burst,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The weary brute still staggered on;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And still we were—or seemed—alone:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At length, while reeling on our way,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methought I heard a courser neigh,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out yon tuft of blackening firs.<span class="linenum">670</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is it the wind those branches stirs?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_228">[228]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_270"></a><a href="#Footnote_270" class="fnanchor">[270]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No, no! from out the forest prance<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A trampling troop; I see them come!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In one vast squadron they advance!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I strove to cry—my lips were dumb!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The steeds rush on in plunging pride;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But where are they the reins to guide?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand horse, and none to ride!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With flowing tail, and flying mane,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,<span class="linenum">680</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And feet that iron never shod,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand horse, the wild, the free,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like waves that follow o'er the sea,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Came thickly thundering on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As if our faint approach to meet!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sight re-nerved my courser's feet,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment staggering, feebly fleet,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment, with a faint low neigh,<span class="linenum">690</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">He answered, and then fell!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With gasps and glazing eyes he lay,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And reeking limbs immoveable,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">His first and last career is done!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On came the troop—they saw him stoop,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They saw me strangely bound along<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His back with many a bloody thong.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They stop—they start—they snuff the air,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gallop a moment here and there,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Approach, retire, wheel round and round,<span class="linenum">700</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then plunging back with sudden bound,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Headed by one black mighty steed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who seemed the Patriarch of his breed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Without a single speck or hair<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of white upon his shaggy hide;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They snort—they foam—neigh—swerve aside,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And backward to the forest fly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By instinct, from a human eye.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They left me there to my despair,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Linked to the dead and stiffening wretch,<span class="linenum">710</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose lifeless limbs beneath me stretch,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Relieved from that unwonted weight,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_229">[229]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From whence I could not extricate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor him nor me—and there we lay,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The dying on the dead!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I little deemed another day<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Would see my houseless, helpless head.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And there from morn to twilight bound,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I felt the heavy hours toil round,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With just enough of life to see<span class="linenum">720</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My last of suns go down on me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In hopeless certainty of, mind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That makes us feel at length resigned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To that which our foreboding years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Present the worst and last of fears:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inevitable—even a boon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor more unkind for coming soon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet shunned and dreaded with such care,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As if it only were a snare<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That Prudence might escape:<span class="linenum">730</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">At times both wished for and implored,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At times sought with self-pointed sword,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet still a dark and hideous close<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To even intolerable woes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And welcome in no shape.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, strange to say, the sons of pleasure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They who have revelled beyond measure<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In beauty, wassail, wine, and treasure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Die calm, or calmer, oft than he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose heritage was Misery.<span class="linenum">740</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For he who hath in turn run through<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All that was beautiful and new,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hath nought to hope, and nought to leave;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, save the future, (which is viewed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not quite as men are base or good,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But as their nerves may be endued,)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With nought perhaps to grieve:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wretch still hopes his woes must end,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Death, whom he should deem his friend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Appears, to his distempered eyes,<span class="linenum">750</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Arrived to rob him of his prize,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tree of his new Paradise.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_230">[230]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To-morrow would have given him all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Repaid his pangs, repaired his fall;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To-morrow would have been the first<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of days no more deplored or curst,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But bright, and long, and beckoning years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seen dazzling through the mist of tears,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guerdon of many a painful hour;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To-morrow would have given him power<span class="linenum">760</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To rule—to shine—to smite—to save—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And must it dawn upon his grave?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The sun was sinking—still I lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chained to the chill and stiffening steed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought to mingle there our clay;<a name="FNanchor_271" id="FNanchor_271"></a><a href="#Footnote_271" class="fnanchor">[271]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my dim eyes of death had need,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No hope arose of being freed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cast my last looks up the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there between me and the sun<a name="FNanchor_272" id="FNanchor_272"></a><a href="#Footnote_272" class="fnanchor">[272]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the expecting raven fly,<span class="linenum">770</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who scarce would wait till both should die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere his repast begun;<a name="FNanchor_273" id="FNanchor_273"></a><a href="#Footnote_273" class="fnanchor">[273]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He flew, and perched, then flew once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each time nearer than before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw his wing through twilight flit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And once so near me he alit<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I could have smote, but lacked the strength;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the slight motion of my hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feeble scratching of the sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The exerted throat's faint struggling noise,<span class="linenum">780</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which scarcely could be called a voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Together scared him off at length.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know no more—my latest dream<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is something of a lovely star<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which fixed my dull eyes from afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And went and came with wandering beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of the cold—dull—swimming—dense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sensation of recurring sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then subsiding back to death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then again a little breath,<span class="linenum">790</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little thrill—a short suspense,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An icy sickness curdling o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart, and sparks that crossed my brain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gasp—a throb—a start of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sigh—and nothing more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The sun was sinking—still I lay<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Chained to the chill and stiffening steed!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I thought to mingle there our clay;<a id="FNanchor_271"></a><a href="#Footnote_271" class="fnanchor">[271]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And my dim eyes of death had need,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No hope arose of being freed.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cast my last looks up the sky,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And there between me and the sun<a id="FNanchor_272"></a><a href="#Footnote_272" class="fnanchor">[272]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the expecting raven fly,<span class="linenum">770</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who scarce would wait till both should die,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ere his repast begun;<a id="FNanchor_273"></a><a href="#Footnote_273" class="fnanchor">[273]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He flew, and perched, then flew once more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And each time nearer than before;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw his wing through twilight flit,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And once so near me he alit<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_231">[231]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I could have smote, but lacked the strength;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the slight motion of my hand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And feeble scratching of the sand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The exerted throat's faint struggling noise,<span class="linenum">780</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which scarcely could be called a voice,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Together scared him off at length.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know no more—my latest dream<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is something of a lovely star<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which fixed my dull eyes from afar,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And went and came with wandering beam,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And of the cold—dull—swimming—dense<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sensation of recurring sense,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then subsiding back to death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then again a little breath,<span class="linenum">790</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A little thrill—a short suspense,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An icy sickness curdling o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My heart, and sparks that crossed my brain—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A gasp—a throb—a start of pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A sigh—and nothing more.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I woke—where was I?—Do I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A human face look down on me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And doth a roof above me close?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do these limbs on a couch repose?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is this a chamber where I lie?<span class="linenum">800</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is it mortal yon bright eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That watches me with gentle glance?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I closed my own again once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As doubtful that my former trance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could not as yet be o'er.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A slender girl, long-haired, and tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sate watching by the cottage wall.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sparkle of her eye I caught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even with my first return of thought;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever and anon she threw<span class="linenum">810</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A prying, pitying glance on me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With her black eyes so wild and free:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I gazed, and gazed, until I knew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No vision it could be,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that I lived, and was released<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From adding to the vulture's feast:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when the Cossack maid beheld<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heavy eyes at length unsealed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She smiled—and I essayed to speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But failed—and she approached, and made<span class="linenum">820</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">With lip and finger signs that said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must not strive as yet to break<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silence, till my strength should be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough to leave my accents free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then her hand on mine she laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smoothed the pillow for my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stole along on tiptoe tread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gently oped the door, and spake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In whispers—ne'er was voice so sweet!<a name="FNanchor_274" id="FNanchor_274"></a><a href="#Footnote_274" class="fnanchor">[274]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even music followed her light feet.<span class="linenum">830</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But those she called were not awake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she went forth; but, ere she passed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another look on me she cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Another sign she made, to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I had nought to fear, that all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were near, at my command or call,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And she would not delay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her due return:—while she was gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought I felt too much alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I woke—where was I?—Do I see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A human face look down on me?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And doth a roof above me close?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Do these limbs on a couch repose?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is this a chamber where I lie?<span class="linenum">800</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And is it mortal yon bright eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That watches me with gentle glance?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I closed my own again once more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As doubtful that my former trance<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Could not as yet be o'er.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A slender girl, long-haired, and tall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sate watching by the cottage wall.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sparkle of her eye I caught,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even with my first return of thought;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For ever and anon she threw<span class="linenum">810</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A prying, pitying glance on me<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With her black eyes so wild and free:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I gazed, and gazed, until I knew<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No vision it could be,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_232">[232]</a></span>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But that I lived, and was released<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From adding to the vulture's feast:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when the Cossack maid beheld<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My heavy eyes at length unsealed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She smiled—and I essayed to speak,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But failed—and she approached, and made<span class="linenum">820</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">With lip and finger signs that said,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I must not strive as yet to break<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The silence, till my strength should be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Enough to leave my accents free;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then her hand on mine she laid,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And smoothed the pillow for my head,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And stole along on tiptoe tread,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And gently oped the door, and spake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In whispers—ne'er was voice so sweet!<a id="FNanchor_274"></a><a href="#Footnote_274" class="fnanchor">[274]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even music followed her light feet.<span class="linenum">830</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">But those she called were not awake,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And she went forth; but, ere she passed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Another look on me she cast,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Another sign she made, to say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I had nought to fear, that all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were near, at my command or call,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And she would not delay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her due return:—while she was gone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methought I felt too much alone.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"She came with mother and with sire—<span class="linenum">840</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What need of more?—I will not tire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With long recital of the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I became the Cossack's guest.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They found me senseless on the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They bore me to the nearest hut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They brought me into life again—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me—one day o'er their realm to reign!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus the vain fool who strove to glut<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His rage, refining on my pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sent me forth to the wilderness,<span class="linenum">850</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bound—naked—bleeding—and alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pass the desert to a throne,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What mortal his own doom may guess?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let none despond, let none despair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-morrow the Borysthenes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May see our coursers graze at ease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his Turkish bank,—and never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I such welcome for a river<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As I shall yield when safely there.<a name="FNanchor_275" id="FNanchor_275"></a><a href="#Footnote_275" class="fnanchor">[275]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comrades, good night!"—The Hetman threw<span class="linenum">860</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">His length beneath the oak-tree shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With leafy couch already made—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bed nor comfortless nor new<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him, who took his rest whene'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hour arrived, no matter where:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His eyes the hastening slumbers steep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if ye marvel Charles forgot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thank his tale, <i>he</i> wondered not,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The King had been an hour asleep!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She came with mother and with sire—<span class="linenum">840</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What need of more?—I will not tire<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With long recital of the rest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since I became the Cossack's guest.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_233">[233]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They found me senseless on the plain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They bore me to the nearest hut,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They brought me into life again—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Me—one day o'er their realm to reign!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thus the vain fool who strove to glut<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His rage, refining on my pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sent me forth to the wilderness,<span class="linenum">850</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bound—naked—bleeding—and alone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To pass the desert to a throne,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What mortal his own doom may guess?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Let none despond, let none despair!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To-morrow the Borysthenes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May see our coursers graze at ease<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his Turkish bank,—and never<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had I such welcome for a river<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As I shall yield when safely there.<a id="FNanchor_275"></a><a href="#Footnote_275" class="fnanchor">[275]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Comrades, good night!"—The Hetman threw<span class="linenum">860</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">His length beneath the oak-tree shade,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With leafy couch already made—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A bed nor comfortless nor new<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him, who took his rest whene'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hour arrived, no matter where:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His eyes the hastening slumbers steep.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if ye marvel Charles forgot<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To thank his tale, <i>he</i> wondered not,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The King had been an hour asleep!<br ></span> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_br" id="Footnote_br"></a><a href="#FNanchor_br"> +<p><a id="Footnote_br"></a><a href="#FNanchor_br"> <span class="label">[br]</span></a> <a id="Note_205"></a>{205} <i>la suite</i>.—[MS. and First Edition.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_248" id="Footnote_248"></a><a href="#FNanchor_248"> +<p><a id="Footnote_248"></a><a href="#FNanchor_248"> <span class="label">[248]</span></a> <a id="Note_207"></a>{207} [The Battle of Poltáva on the Vórskla took place July 8, 1709. "The Swedish troops (under Rehnskjöld) numbered only 12,500 men.... The Russian army was four times as numerous.... The @@ -11556,13 +11511,13 @@ prisoners."—<i>Peter the Great</i>, by Eugene Schuyler, 1884, ii. 148, 149.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_249" id="Footnote_249"></a><a href="#FNanchor_249"> +<p><a id="Footnote_249"></a><a href="#FNanchor_249"> <span class="label">[249]</span></a> [Napoleon began his retreat from Moscow, October 15, 1812. He was defeated at Vitepsk, November 14; Krasnoi, November 16-18; and at Beresina, November 25-29, 1812.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_250" id="Footnote_250"></a><a href="#FNanchor_250"> +<p><a id="Footnote_250"></a><a href="#FNanchor_250"> <span class="label">[250]</span></a> ["It happened ... that during the operations of June 27-28, Charles was severely wounded in the foot. On the morning of June 28 he was riding close to the river ... when a ball struck him on the @@ -11582,28 +11537,28 @@ battle, at the first halt, between Poltáva and the junction of the Vórskla and Dniéper.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_251" id="Footnote_251"></a><a href="#FNanchor_251"> +<p><a id="Footnote_251"></a><a href="#FNanchor_251"> <span class="label">[251]</span></a> <a id="Note_208"></a>{208}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Thus elms and thus the savage cherry grows."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thus elms and thus the savage cherry grows."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Dryden's <i>Georgics</i>, ii. 24.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_252" id="Footnote_252"></a><a href="#FNanchor_252"> +<p><a id="Footnote_252"></a><a href="#FNanchor_252"> <span class="label">[252]</span></a> <a id="Note_209"></a>{209}[For some interesting particulars concerning the Hetman Mazeppa, see Barrow's <i>Memoir of the Life of Peter the Great</i>, 1832, pp. 181-202.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_253" id="Footnote_253"></a><a href="#FNanchor_253"> +<p><a id="Footnote_253"></a><a href="#FNanchor_253"> <span class="label">[253]</span></a> <a id="Note_211"></a>{211}[The Dniéper.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_254" id="Footnote_254"></a><a href="#FNanchor_254"> +<p><a id="Footnote_254"></a><a href="#FNanchor_254"> <span class="label">[254]</span></a> [John Casimir (1609-1672), Jesuit, cardinal, and king, was a Little-Polander, not to say a pro-Cossack, and suffered in consequence. At the time of his proclamation as King of Poland, @@ -11627,11 +11582,11 @@ Puffend, <i>Hist. Gener.</i>, 1732, iv. 328; and <i>Histoire des Kosaques</i>, p M. (Charles Louis) Le Sur, 1814, i. 321.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_255" id="Footnote_255"></a><a href="#FNanchor_255"> +<p><a id="Footnote_255"></a><a href="#FNanchor_255"> <span class="label">[255]</span></a> [A.D. 1660 or thereabouts.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_256" id="Footnote_256"></a><a href="#FNanchor_256"> +<p><a id="Footnote_256"></a><a href="#FNanchor_256"> <span class="label">[256]</span></a> <a id="Note_212"></a>{212}[According to the editor of Voltaire's Works (<i>Oeuvres</i>, Beuchot, 1830, xix. 378, note 1), there was a report that Casimir, after his retirement to Paris in 1670, secretly married "<i>Marie @@ -11639,7 +11594,7 @@ Mignot, fille d'une blanchisseuse</i>;" and there are other tales of other loves, e.g. Ninon de Lenclos.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_257" id="Footnote_257"></a><a href="#FNanchor_257"> +<p><a id="Footnote_257"></a><a href="#FNanchor_257"> <span class="label">[257]</span></a> [According to the biographers, Mazeppa's intrigue took place after he had been banished from the court of Warsaw, and had retired to his estate in Volhynia. The <i>pane</i> [Lord] Falbowsky, the old @@ -11648,13 +11603,13 @@ husband of the young wife, was a neighbouring magnate. It was a case of <a href="#Page_201">p. 201</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_258" id="Footnote_258"></a><a href="#FNanchor_258"> +<p><a id="Footnote_258"></a><a href="#FNanchor_258"> <span class="label">[258]</span></a> This comparison of a "<i>salt</i> mine" may, perhaps, be permitted to a Pole, as the wealth of the country consists greatly in the salt mines.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_259" id="Footnote_259"></a><a href="#FNanchor_259"> +<p><a id="Footnote_259"></a><a href="#FNanchor_259"> <span class="label">[259]</span></a> <a id="Note_213"></a>{213}[It is improbable that Byron, when he wrote these lines, was thinking of Theresa Gamba, Countess Guiccioli. He met her for the first time "in the autumn of 1818, three days after her marriage," @@ -11678,45 +11633,45 @@ contention the late Professor Kölbing (see <i>Englische Studien</i>, 1898, vol. xxiv. pp 448-458) dissents.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bs" id="Footnote_bs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bs"> +<p><a id="Footnote_bs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bs"> <span class="label">[bs]</span></a> <a id="Note_214"></a>{214} <i>Until it proves a joy to die</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_260" id="Footnote_260"></a><a href="#FNanchor_260"> +<p><a id="Footnote_260"></a><a href="#FNanchor_260"> <span class="label">[260]</span></a> <a id="Note_215"></a>{215}[For the use of "electric" as a metaphor, compare <i>Parisina</i>, line 480, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 524, note i.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bt" id="Footnote_bt"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bt"> +<p><a id="Footnote_bt"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bt"> <span class="label">[bt]</span></a> <a id="Note_216"></a>{216} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i19">——<i>but not</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For that which we had both forgot</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i19">——<i>but not</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>For that which we had both forgot</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_261" id="Footnote_261"></a><a href="#FNanchor_261"> +<p><a id="Footnote_261"></a><a href="#FNanchor_261"> <span class="label">[261]</span></a> <a id="Note_217"></a>{217}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"We loved, Sir, used to meet:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How sad, and bad, and mad it was!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then how it was sweet!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We loved, Sir, used to meet:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How sad, and bad, and mad it was!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But then how it was sweet!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Confessions</i>, by Robert Browning.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_262" id="Footnote_262"></a><a href="#FNanchor_262"> +<p><a id="Footnote_262"></a><a href="#FNanchor_262"> <span class="label">[262]</span></a> <a id="Note_220"></a>{220}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"In sleep I heard the northern gleams; ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In rustling conflict through the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard, I saw the flashes drive."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In sleep I heard the northern gleams; ...<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In rustling conflict through the skies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I heard, I saw the flashes drive."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Complaint</i>, stanza i. lines 3, 5, 6. </p><p> @@ -11724,7 +11679,7 @@ See, too, reference to <i>Hearne's Journey from Hudson's Bay, etc</i>., in prefatory note, <i>Works</i> of W. Wordsworth, 1889, p. 86.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_263" id="Footnote_263"></a><a href="#FNanchor_263"> +<p><a id="Footnote_263"></a><a href="#FNanchor_263"> <span class="label">[263]</span></a> [As Dr. Englaender points out (<i>Mazeppa</i>, 1897, p. 73), it is probable that Byron derived his general conception of the scenery of the Ukraine from passages in Voltaire's <i>Charles XII.</i>, e.g.: "Depuis @@ -11736,18 +11691,18 @@ testifies so eloquently in his <i>Mazeppa</i>, were not in the "mind's eye" of the poet or the historian.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bu" id="Footnote_bu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bu"> +<p><a id="Footnote_bu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bu"> <span class="label">[bu]</span></a> <a id="Note_222"></a>{222} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>And stains it with a lifeless red</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Which clings to it like stiffened gore</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And stains it with a lifeless red</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which clings to it like stiffened gore</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_264" id="Footnote_264"></a><a href="#FNanchor_264"> +<p><a id="Footnote_264"></a><a href="#FNanchor_264"> <span class="label">[264]</span></a> <a id="Note_223"></a>{223}[The thread on which the successive tropes or images are loosely strung seems to give if not to snap at this point. "Considering that Mazeppa was sprung of a race which in moments of @@ -11757,35 +11712,35 @@ the blow—and sink he did." The conclusion is at variance with the premiss.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_265" id="Footnote_265"></a><a href="#FNanchor_265"> +<p><a id="Footnote_265"></a><a href="#FNanchor_265"> <span class="label">[265]</span></a> <a id="Note_224"></a>{224}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Alas,' said she, 'this ghastly ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear Lady! it hath wildered you.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Alas,' said she, 'this ghastly ride,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dear Lady! it hath wildered you.'"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Christabel</i>, Part I. lines 216, 217.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_266" id="Footnote_266"></a><a href="#FNanchor_266"> +<p><a id="Footnote_266"></a><a href="#FNanchor_266"> <span class="label">[266]</span></a> <a id="Note_225"></a>{225}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"How long in that same fit I lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not to declare."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"How long in that same fit I lay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have not to declare."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ancient Mariner,</i> Part V. lines 393, 394.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_267" id="Footnote_267"></a><a href="#FNanchor_267"> +<p><a id="Footnote_267"></a><a href="#FNanchor_267"> <span class="label">[267]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"From precipices of distempered sleep."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"From precipices of distempered sleep."<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Sonnet, "No more my visionary soul shall dwell," by S. T. Coleridge, @@ -11793,60 +11748,60 @@ attributed by Southey to Favell.—<i>Letters of S. T. Coleridge,</i> 1895, 83; Southey's <i>Life and Correspondence,</i> 1849, i. 224.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_268" id="Footnote_268"></a><a href="#FNanchor_268"> +<p><a id="Footnote_268"></a><a href="#FNanchor_268"> <span class="label">[268]</span></a> <a id="Note_226"></a>{226}[Compare <i>Werner</i>, iii. 3— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i16">"Burn still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou little light! Thou art my <i>ignis fatuus</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My stationary Will-o'-the-wisp!—So! So!"<br /></span> +<span class="i16">"Burn still,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou little light! Thou art my <i>ignis fatuus</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My stationary Will-o'-the-wisp!—So! So!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Compare, too, <i>Don Juan</i>, Canto XI. stanza xxvii. line 6, and Canto XV, stanza liv. line 6.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bv" id="Footnote_bv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bv"> +<p><a id="Footnote_bv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bv"> <span class="label">[bv]</span></a> <a id="Note_227"></a>{227} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rose crimson, and forebade the stars</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To sparkle in their radiant cars</i>.—[MS, erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Rose crimson, and forebade the stars</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To sparkle in their radiant cars</i>.—[MS, erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_269" id="Footnote_269"></a><a href="#FNanchor_269"> +<p><a id="Footnote_269"></a><a href="#FNanchor_269"> <span class="label">[269]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Lycidas,</i> line 28.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_270" id="Footnote_270"></a><a href="#FNanchor_270"> +<p><a id="Footnote_270"></a><a href="#FNanchor_270"> <span class="label">[270]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Was it the wind through some hollow stone?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Was it the wind through some hollow stone?"<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Siege of Corinth,</i> line 521,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Siege of Corinth,</i> line 521,<br > <i>Poetical Works,</i> 1900, iii. 471, note 1.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_271" id="Footnote_271"></a><a href="#FNanchor_271"> +<p><a id="Footnote_271"></a><a href="#FNanchor_271"> <span class="label">[271]</span></a> <a id="Note_230"></a>{230}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The Architect ... did essay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To extricate remembrance from the clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose minglings might confuse a Newton's thought."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The Architect ... did essay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To extricate remembrance from the clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose minglings might confuse a Newton's thought."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Churchill's Grave</i>, lines 20-23 (<i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_47">p. 47</a>).] @@ -11854,48 +11809,48 @@ stanza liv. line 6.]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_272" id="Footnote_272"></a><a href="#FNanchor_272"> +<p><a id="Footnote_272"></a><a href="#FNanchor_272"> <span class="label">[272]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">" ... that strange shape drove suddenly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betwixt us and the Sun."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">" ... that strange shape drove suddenly<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Betwixt us and the Sun."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ancient Mariner</i>, Part III. lines 175, 176.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_273" id="Footnote_273"></a><a href="#FNanchor_273"> +<p><a id="Footnote_273"></a><a href="#FNanchor_273"> <span class="label">[273]</span></a> [<i>Vide infra</i>, <a href="#Page_232">line 816</a>. The raven turns into a vulture a few lines further on. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The scalps were in the wild dog's maw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hair was tangled round his jaw:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But close by the shore, on the edge of the gulf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There sat a vulture flapping a wolf."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The scalps were in the wild dog's maw,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hair was tangled round his jaw:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But close by the shore, on the edge of the gulf,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There sat a vulture flapping a wolf."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Siege of Corinth</i>, lines 471-474,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Siege of Corinth</i>, lines 471-474,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iv. 468.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_274" id="Footnote_274"></a><a href="#FNanchor_274"> +<p><a id="Footnote_274"></a><a href="#FNanchor_274"> <span class="label">[274]</span></a> <a id="Note_232"></a>{232}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Her eyes were eloquent, her words would pose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Although she told him, in good modern Greek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With an Ionian accent, low and sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he was faint, and must not talk but eat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"> <br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Now Juan could not understand a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Being no Grecian; but he had an ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her voice was the warble of a bird,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Her eyes were eloquent, her words would pose,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Although she told him, in good modern Greek,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With an Ionian accent, low and sweet,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he was faint, and must not talk but eat.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"> <br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Now Juan could not understand a word,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Being no Grecian; but he had an ear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And her voice was the warble of a bird,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"> <i>Don Juan</i>, Canto II. stanza cl. line 5 to stanza cli. line 4.] @@ -11903,7 +11858,7 @@ few lines further on. Compare— </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_275" id="Footnote_275"></a><a href="#FNanchor_275"> +<p><a id="Footnote_275"></a><a href="#FNanchor_275"> <span class="label">[275]</span></a> <a id="Note_233"></a>{233}["By noon the battle (of Poltáva) was over.... Charles had been induced to return to the camp and rally the remainder of the army. In spite of his wounded foot, he had to ride, lying on the @@ -11919,25 +11874,25 @@ Great</i>, by Eugene Schuyler, 1884, ii. 149-151.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="THE_PROPHECY_OF_DANTE" id="THE_PROPHECY_OF_DANTE"></a> +<h2><a id="THE_PROPHECY_OF_DANTE"></a> THE PROPHECY OF DANTE.</h2> <div style="margin:1em 15% auto 25%"> -<p style="text-indent:0;">"'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,<br /> +<p style="text-indent:0;">"'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,<br > And coming events cast their shadows before." </p> <p class="attrib"><span class="smcap">Campbell</span>, [<i>Lochiel's Warning</i>].</p> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>THE PROPHECY OF DANTE</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">The</span> <i>Prophecy of Dante</i> was written at Ravenna, during the month of @@ -11968,7 +11923,7 @@ vols.) of the <i>Divina Commedia</i>, published at Florence, 1817-19; a quarto edition (4 vols.) published at Rome, 1815-17; a folio edition (3 vols.) published at Bologna 1819-21, to which the Conte Giovanni Marchetti (<i>vide</i> the Preface, <i>post</i>, <a href="#Page_245">p. 245</a>) -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> contributed his famous excursus on the allegory in the First Canto of the <i>Inferno</i>, and numerous other issues remain to testify, Dante's own countrymen were @@ -12013,7 +11968,7 @@ only seen an extract, and of earlier experiments he was altogether ignorant. As a matter of fact, many poets had already essayed, but timidly and without perseverance, to "come to the test in the metrification" of the <i>Divine Comedy</i>. Some -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> twenty-seven lines, "the +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> twenty-seven lines, "the sole example in English literature of that period, of the use of <i>terza rima</i>, obviously copied from Dante" (<i>Complete Works of Chaucer</i>, by the Rev. W. Skeat, 1894, i. 76, 261), are imbedded in Chaucer's <i>Compleint @@ -12055,7 +12010,7 @@ his review of <i>Marino Faliero</i> (<i>Edinb. Rev.</i>, July, 1821, vol. 35, p. composition, full of the highest sentiment and the highest poetry; ... but disfigured by many faults of precipitation, and overclouded with many obscurities. Its great fault with common readers -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> will be that it +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> will be that it is not sufficiently intelligible.... It is, however, beyond all question, a work of a man of great genius."</p> @@ -12066,44 +12021,44 @@ and in the <i>Eclectic Review</i>, June 21, New Series, vol. xv. pp. 518-527.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> <h3>DEDICATION. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady</span>! if for the cold and cloudy clime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where I was born, but where I would not die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the great Poet-Sire of Italy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dare to build<a name="FNanchor_276" id="FNanchor_276"></a><a href="#Footnote_276" class="fnanchor">[276]</a> the imitative rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harsh Runic<a name="FNanchor_277" id="FNanchor_277"></a><a href="#Footnote_277" class="fnanchor">[277]</a> copy of the South's sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Thou</span> art the cause; and howsoever I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fall short of his immortal harmony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy gentle heart will pardon me the crime.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou, in the pride of Beauty and of Youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spakest; and for thee to speak and be obeyed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are one; but only in the sunny South<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such sounds are uttered, and such charms displayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So sweet a language from so fair a mouth—<a name="FNanchor_278" id="FNanchor_278"></a><a href="#Footnote_278" class="fnanchor">[278]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ah! to what effort would it not persuade?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady</span>! if for the cold and cloudy clime<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where I was born, but where I would not die,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of the great Poet-Sire of Italy<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I dare to build<a id="FNanchor_276"></a><a href="#Footnote_276" class="fnanchor">[276]</a> the imitative rhyme,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Harsh Runic<a id="FNanchor_277"></a><a href="#Footnote_277" class="fnanchor">[277]</a> copy of the South's sublime,<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Thou</span> art the cause; and howsoever I<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Fall short of his immortal harmony,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy gentle heart will pardon me the crime.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou, in the pride of Beauty and of Youth,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Spakest; and for thee to speak and be obeyed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are one; but only in the sunny South<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such sounds are uttered, and such charms displayed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So sweet a language from so fair a mouth—<a id="FNanchor_278"></a><a href="#Footnote_278" class="fnanchor">[278]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ah! to what effort would it not persuade?<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ravenna, June 21, 1819.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></p> <h3>PREFACE -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">In</span> the course of a visit to the city of Ravenna in the summer of 1819, it was suggested to the author that having composed something on the subject of Tasso's confinement, he should do the same on Dante's -exile,—the tomb of the poet forming one of the principal objects<a name="FNanchor_279" id="FNanchor_279"></a><a href="#Footnote_279" class="fnanchor">[279]</a> +exile,—the tomb of the poet forming one of the principal objects<a id="FNanchor_279"></a><a href="#Footnote_279" class="fnanchor">[279]</a> of interest in that city, both to the native and to the stranger.</p> <p>"On this hint I spake," and the result has been the following four @@ -12114,10 +12069,10 @@ reader is requested to suppose that Dante addresses him in the interval between the conclusion of the <i>Divina Commedia</i> and his death, and shortly before the latter event, foretelling the fortunes of Italy in general in the ensuing centuries. In adopting this plan I have had in my -mind the Cassandra of Lycophron,<a name="FNanchor_280" id="FNanchor_280"></a><a href="#Footnote_280" class="fnanchor">[280]</a> and the Prophecy of Nereus<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> by +mind the Cassandra of Lycophron,<a id="FNanchor_280"></a><a href="#Footnote_280" class="fnanchor">[280]</a> and the Prophecy of Nereus<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> by Horace, as well as the Prophecies of Holy Writ. The measure adopted is the <i>terza rima</i> of Dante, which I am not aware to have seen hitherto -<i>tried in our language, except it may be by Mr. Hayley</i>,<a name="FNanchor_281" id="FNanchor_281"></a><a href="#Footnote_281" class="fnanchor">[281]</a> of whose +<i>tried in our language, except it may be by Mr. Hayley</i>,<a id="FNanchor_281"></a><a href="#Footnote_281" class="fnanchor">[281]</a> of whose translation I never saw but one extract, quoted in the notes to <i>Caliph Vathek</i>; so that—if I do not err—this poem may be considered as a metrical experiment. The cantos are short, and about the same length of @@ -12126,15 +12081,15 @@ vain.</p> <p>Amongst the inconveniences of authors in the present day, it is difficult for any who have a name, good or bad, to escape translation. I -have had the fortune to see the fourth canto of <i>Childe Harold</i><a name="FNanchor_282" id="FNanchor_282"></a><a href="#Footnote_282" class="fnanchor">[282]</a> +have had the fortune to see the fourth canto of <i>Childe Harold</i><a id="FNanchor_282"></a><a href="#Footnote_282" class="fnanchor">[282]</a> translated into Italian <i>versi sciolti</i>,—that is, a poem written in the <i>Spenserean stanza</i> into <i>blank verse</i>, without regard to the natural divisions of the stanza or the sense. If the present poem, being on a national topic, should chance to undergo the same fate, I would request the Italian reader to remember that when I have failed in the imitation -of his great "Padre Alighier,"<a name="FNanchor_283" id="FNanchor_283"></a><a href="#Footnote_283" class="fnanchor">[283]</a> I have failed in imitating that +of his great "Padre Alighier,"<a id="FNanchor_283"></a><a href="#Footnote_283" class="fnanchor">[283]</a> I have failed in imitating that which all study and few understand, since to this very day it is not yet -settled what was the meaning of the allegory<a name="FNanchor_284" id="FNanchor_284"></a><a href="#Footnote_284" class="fnanchor">[284]</a> in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> first canto of +settled what was the meaning of the allegory<a id="FNanchor_284"></a><a href="#Footnote_284" class="fnanchor">[284]</a> in the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> first canto of the <i>Inferno</i>, unless Count Marchetti's ingenious and probable conjecture may be considered as having decided the question.</p> @@ -12146,723 +12101,723 @@ and romantic war, are but ill disposed to permit a foreigner even to approve or imitate them, without finding some fault with his ultramontane presumption. I can easily enter into all this, knowing what would be thought in England of an Italian imitator of Milton, or if a -translation of Monti, Pindemonte, or Arici,<a name="FNanchor_285" id="FNanchor_285"></a><a href="#Footnote_285" class="fnanchor">[285]</a> should be held up to +translation of Monti, Pindemonte, or Arici,<a id="FNanchor_285"></a><a href="#Footnote_285" class="fnanchor">[285]</a> should be held up to the rising generation as a model for their future poetical essays. But I perceive that I am deviating into an address to the Italian reader, where my business is with the English one; and be they few or many, I must take my leave of both.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p> <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p> <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> <h3>THE PROPHECY OF DANTE. </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h3>CANTO THE FIRST. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Once</span> more in Man's frail world! which I had left<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So long that 'twas forgotten; and I feel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The weight of clay again,—too soon bereft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Immortal Vision which could heal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My earthly sorrows, and to God's own skies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lift me from that deep Gulf without repeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where late my ears rung with the damned cries<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Souls in hopeless bale; and from that place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of lesser torment, whence men may arise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pure from the fire to join the Angelic race;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Midst whom my own bright Beatricē<a name="FNanchor_286" id="FNanchor_286"></a><a href="#Footnote_286" class="fnanchor">[286]</a> blessed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My spirit with her light; and to the base<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Eternal Triad! first, last, best,<a name="FNanchor_287" id="FNanchor_287"></a><a href="#Footnote_287" class="fnanchor">[287]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mysterious, three, sole, infinite, great God!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soul universal! led the mortal guest,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unblasted by the Glory, though he trod<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From star to star to reach the almighty throne.<a name="FNanchor_bw" id="FNanchor_bw"></a><a href="#Footnote_bw" class="fnanchor">[bw]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh Beatrice! whose sweet limbs the sod<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So long hath pressed, and the cold marble stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou sole pure Seraph of my earliest love,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Love so ineffable, and so alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nought on earth could more my bosom move,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And meeting thee in Heaven was but to meet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That without which my Soul, like the arkless dove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had wandered still in search of, nor her feet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Relieved her wing till found; without thy light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My Paradise had still been incomplete.<a name="FNanchor_288" id="FNanchor_288"></a><a href="#Footnote_288" class="fnanchor">[288]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since my tenth sun gave summer to my sight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou wert my Life, the Essence of my thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loved ere I knew the name of Love,<a name="FNanchor_289" id="FNanchor_289"></a><a href="#Footnote_289" class="fnanchor">[289]</a> and bright<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still in these dim old eyes, now overwrought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the World's war, and years, and banishment,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And tears for thee, by other woes untaught;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For mine is not a nature to be bent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By tyrannous faction, and the brawling crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And though the long, long conflict hath been spent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain,—and never more, save when the cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which overhangs the Apennine my mind's eye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pierces to fancy Florence, once so proud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of me, can I return, though but to die,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unto my native soil,—they have not yet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quenched the old exile's spirit, stern and high.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the Sun, though not overcast, must set<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the night cometh; I am old in days,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And deeds, and contemplation, and have met<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Destruction face to face in all his ways.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The World hath left me, what it found me, pure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And if I have not gathered yet its praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought it not by any baser lure;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man wrongs, and Time avenges, and my name<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">May form a monument not all obscure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though such was not my Ambition's end or aim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To add to the vain-glorious list of those<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who dabble in the pettiness of fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make men's fickle breath the wind that blows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their sail, and deem it glory to be classed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With conquerors, and Virtue's other foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In bloody chronicles of ages past.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I would have had my Florence great and free;<a name="FNanchor_290" id="FNanchor_290"></a><a href="#Footnote_290" class="fnanchor">[290]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh Florence! Florence!<a name="FNanchor_291" id="FNanchor_291"></a><a href="#Footnote_291" class="fnanchor">[291]</a> unto me thou wast<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like that Jerusalem which the Almighty He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wept over, "but thou wouldst not;" as the bird<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gathers its young, I would have gathered thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath a parent pinion, hadst thou heard<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My voice; but as the adder, deaf and fierce,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against the breast that cherished thee was stirred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy venom, and my state thou didst amerce,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And doom this body forfeit to the fire.<a name="FNanchor_292" id="FNanchor_292"></a><a href="#Footnote_292" class="fnanchor">[292]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alas! how bitter is his country's curse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him who <i>for</i> that country would expire,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But did not merit to expire <i>by</i> her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And loves her, loves her even in her ire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day may come when she will cease to err,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The day may come she would be proud to have<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dust she dooms to scatter, and transfer<a name="FNanchor_bx" id="FNanchor_bx"></a><a href="#Footnote_bx" class="fnanchor">[bx]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of him, whom she denied a home, the grave.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But this shall not be granted; let my dust<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lie where it falls; nor shall the soil which gave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me breath, but in her sudden fury thrust<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Me forth to breathe elsewhere, so reassume<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">My indignant bones, because her angry gust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forsooth is over, and repealed her doom;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No,—she denied me what was mine—my roof,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shall not have what is not hers—my tomb.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too long her arméd wrath hath kept aloof<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The breast which would have bled for her, the heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That beat, the mind that was temptation proof,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man who fought, toiled, travelled, and each part<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a true citizen fulfilled, and saw<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For his reward the Guelf's ascendant art<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pass his destruction even into a law.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These things are not made for forgetfulness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Florence shall be forgotten first; too raw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wound, too deep the wrong, and the distress<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of such endurance too prolonged to make<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My pardon greater, her injustice less,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though late repented; yet—yet for her sake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I feel some fonder yearnings, and for thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My own Beatricē, I would hardly take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vengeance upon the land which once was mine,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And still is hallowed by thy dust's return,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which would protect the murderess like a shrine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And save ten thousand foes by thy sole urn.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though, like old Marius from Minturnæ's marsh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Carthage ruins, my lone breast may burn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times with evil feelings hot and harsh,<a name="FNanchor_293" id="FNanchor_293"></a><a href="#Footnote_293" class="fnanchor">[293]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sometimes the last pangs of a vile foe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Writhe in a dream before me, and o'erarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brow with hopes of triumph,—let them go!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such are the last infirmities of those<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who long have suffered more than mortal woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet being mortal still, have no repose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But on the pillow of Revenge—Revenge,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who sleeps to dream of blood, and waking glows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the oft-baffled, slakeless thirst of change,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When we shall mount again, and they that trod<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be trampled on, while Death and Até range<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er humbled heads and severed necks——Great God!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Take these thoughts from me—to thy hands I yield<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My many wrongs, and thine Almighty rod<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will fall on those who smote me,—be my Shield!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As thou hast been in peril, and in pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In turbulent cities, and the tented field—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In toil, and many troubles borne in vain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For Florence,—I appeal from her to Thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thee, whom I late saw in thy loftiest reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in that glorious Vision, which to see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And live was never granted until now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet thou hast permitted this to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! with what a weight upon my brow<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sense of earth and earthly things come back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Corrosive passions, feelings dull and low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart's quick throb upon the mental rack,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Long day, and dreary night; the retrospect<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of half a century bloody and black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the frail few years I may yet expect<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hoary and hopeless, but less hard to bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For I have been too long and deeply wrecked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the lone rock of desolate Despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To lift my eyes more to the passing sail<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which shuns that reef so horrible and bare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor raise my voice—for who would heed my wail?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am not of this people, nor this age,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet my harpings will unfold a tale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shall preserve these times when not a page<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of their perturbéd annals could attract<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An eye to gaze upon their civil rage,<a name="FNanchor_by" id="FNanchor_by"></a><a href="#Footnote_by" class="fnanchor">[by]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not my verse embalm full many an act<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Worthless as they who wrought it: 'tis the doom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of spirits of my order to be racked<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In life, to wear their hearts out, and consume<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their days in endless strife, and die alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then future thousands crowd around their tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pilgrims come from climes where they have known<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The name of him—who now is but a name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wasting homage o'er the sullen stone,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread his—by him unheard, unheeded—fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mine at least hath cost me dear: to die<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is nothing; but to wither thus—to tame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My mind down from its own infinity—<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">To live in narrow ways with little men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A common sight to every common eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wanderer, while even wolves can find a den,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ripped from all kindred, from all home, all things<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That make communion sweet, and soften pain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To feel me in the solitude of kings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without the power that makes them bear a crown—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To envy every dove his nest and wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which waft him where the Apennine looks down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On Arno, till he perches, it may be,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within my all inexorable town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where yet my boys are, and that fatal She,<a name="FNanchor_294" id="FNanchor_294"></a><a href="#Footnote_294" class="fnanchor">[294]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their mother, the cold partner who hath brought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Destruction for a dowry—this to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feel, and know without repair, hath taught<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A bitter lesson; but it leaves me free:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have not vilely found, nor basely sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made an Exile—not a Slave of me.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Once</span> more in Man's frail world! which I had left<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So long that 'twas forgotten; and I feel<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The weight of clay again,—too soon bereft<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Immortal Vision which could heal<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My earthly sorrows, and to God's own skies<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Lift me from that deep Gulf without repeal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where late my ears rung with the damned cries<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Souls in hopeless bale; and from that place<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of lesser torment, whence men may arise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pure from the fire to join the Angelic race;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Midst whom my own bright Beatricē<a id="FNanchor_286"></a><a href="#Footnote_286" class="fnanchor">[286]</a> blessed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My spirit with her light; and to the base<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Eternal Triad! first, last, best,<a id="FNanchor_287"></a><a href="#Footnote_287" class="fnanchor">[287]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Mysterious, three, sole, infinite, great God!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Soul universal! led the mortal guest,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_248">[248]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unblasted by the Glory, though he trod<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From star to star to reach the almighty throne.<a id="FNanchor_bw"></a><a href="#Footnote_bw" class="fnanchor">[bw]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh Beatrice! whose sweet limbs the sod<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So long hath pressed, and the cold marble stone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou sole pure Seraph of my earliest love,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Love so ineffable, and so alone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That nought on earth could more my bosom move,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And meeting thee in Heaven was but to meet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That without which my Soul, like the arkless dove,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had wandered still in search of, nor her feet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Relieved her wing till found; without thy light<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My Paradise had still been incomplete.<a id="FNanchor_288"></a><a href="#Footnote_288" class="fnanchor">[288]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since my tenth sun gave summer to my sight<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou wert my Life, the Essence of my thought,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Loved ere I knew the name of Love,<a id="FNanchor_289"></a><a href="#Footnote_289" class="fnanchor">[289]</a> and bright<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still in these dim old eyes, now overwrought<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With the World's war, and years, and banishment,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And tears for thee, by other woes untaught;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_249">[249]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For mine is not a nature to be bent<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By tyrannous faction, and the brawling crowd,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And though the long, long conflict hath been spent<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In vain,—and never more, save when the cloud<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which overhangs the Apennine my mind's eye<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Pierces to fancy Florence, once so proud<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of me, can I return, though but to die,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Unto my native soil,—they have not yet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Quenched the old exile's spirit, stern and high.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the Sun, though not overcast, must set<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the night cometh; I am old in days,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And deeds, and contemplation, and have met<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Destruction face to face in all his ways.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The World hath left me, what it found me, pure,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And if I have not gathered yet its praise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sought it not by any baser lure;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Man wrongs, and Time avenges, and my name<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">May form a monument not all obscure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though such was not my Ambition's end or aim,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To add to the vain-glorious list of those<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who dabble in the pettiness of fame,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And make men's fickle breath the wind that blows<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their sail, and deem it glory to be classed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With conquerors, and Virtue's other foes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In bloody chronicles of ages past.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I would have had my Florence great and free;<a id="FNanchor_290"></a><a href="#Footnote_290" class="fnanchor">[290]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh Florence! Florence!<a id="FNanchor_291"></a><a href="#Footnote_291" class="fnanchor">[291]</a> unto me thou wast<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like that Jerusalem which the Almighty He<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_250">[250]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wept over, "but thou wouldst not;" as the bird<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Gathers its young, I would have gathered thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath a parent pinion, hadst thou heard<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My voice; but as the adder, deaf and fierce,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Against the breast that cherished thee was stirred<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy venom, and my state thou didst amerce,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And doom this body forfeit to the fire.<a id="FNanchor_292"></a><a href="#Footnote_292" class="fnanchor">[292]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Alas! how bitter is his country's curse<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him who <i>for</i> that country would expire,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">But did not merit to expire <i>by</i> her,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And loves her, loves her even in her ire.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The day may come when she will cease to err,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The day may come she would be proud to have<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The dust she dooms to scatter, and transfer<a id="FNanchor_bx"></a><a href="#Footnote_bx" class="fnanchor">[bx]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of him, whom she denied a home, the grave.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But this shall not be granted; let my dust<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Lie where it falls; nor shall the soil which gave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Me breath, but in her sudden fury thrust<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Me forth to breathe elsewhere, so reassume<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">My indignant bones, because her angry gust<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forsooth is over, and repealed her doom;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No,—she denied me what was mine—my roof,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And shall not have what is not hers—my tomb.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Too long her arméd wrath hath kept aloof<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The breast which would have bled for her, the heart<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That beat, the mind that was temptation proof,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_251">[251]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The man who fought, toiled, travelled, and each part<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of a true citizen fulfilled, and saw<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For his reward the Guelf's ascendant art<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pass his destruction even into a law.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">These things are not made for forgetfulness,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Florence shall be forgotten first; too raw<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wound, too deep the wrong, and the distress<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of such endurance too prolonged to make<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My pardon greater, her injustice less,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though late repented; yet—yet for her sake<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I feel some fonder yearnings, and for thine,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My own Beatricē, I would hardly take<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vengeance upon the land which once was mine,<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And still is hallowed by thy dust's return,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which would protect the murderess like a shrine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And save ten thousand foes by thy sole urn.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though, like old Marius from Minturnæ's marsh<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Carthage ruins, my lone breast may burn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At times with evil feelings hot and harsh,<a id="FNanchor_293"></a><a href="#Footnote_293" class="fnanchor">[293]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And sometimes the last pangs of a vile foe<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Writhe in a dream before me, and o'erarch<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My brow with hopes of triumph,—let them go!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such are the last infirmities of those<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who long have suffered more than mortal woe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet being mortal still, have no repose<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But on the pillow of Revenge—Revenge,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who sleeps to dream of blood, and waking glows<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the oft-baffled, slakeless thirst of change,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When we shall mount again, and they that trod<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Be trampled on, while Death and Até range<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_252">[252]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er humbled heads and severed necks——Great God!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Take these thoughts from me—to thy hands I yield<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My many wrongs, and thine Almighty rod<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will fall on those who smote me,—be my Shield!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As thou hast been in peril, and in pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In turbulent cities, and the tented field—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In toil, and many troubles borne in vain<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For Florence,—I appeal from her to Thee!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thee, whom I late saw in thy loftiest reign,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even in that glorious Vision, which to see<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And live was never granted until now,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou hast permitted this to me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! with what a weight upon my brow<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The sense of earth and earthly things come back,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Corrosive passions, feelings dull and low,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The heart's quick throb upon the mental rack,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Long day, and dreary night; the retrospect<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of half a century bloody and black,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the frail few years I may yet expect<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hoary and hopeless, but less hard to bear,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For I have been too long and deeply wrecked<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the lone rock of desolate Despair,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To lift my eyes more to the passing sail<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which shuns that reef so horrible and bare;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor raise my voice—for who would heed my wail?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I am not of this people, nor this age,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And yet my harpings will unfold a tale<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shall preserve these times when not a page<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of their perturbéd annals could attract<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An eye to gaze upon their civil rage,<a id="FNanchor_by"></a><a href="#Footnote_by" class="fnanchor">[by]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Did not my verse embalm full many an act<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Worthless as they who wrought it: 'tis the doom<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of spirits of my order to be racked<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In life, to wear their hearts out, and consume<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their days in endless strife, and die alone;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Then future thousands crowd around their tomb,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And pilgrims come from climes where they have known<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The name of him—who now is but a name,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And wasting homage o'er the sullen stone,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_253">[253]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spread his—by him unheard, unheeded—fame;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And mine at least hath cost me dear: to die<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is nothing; but to wither thus—to tame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My mind down from its own infinity—<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">To live in narrow ways with little men,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A common sight to every common eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wanderer, while even wolves can find a den,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ripped from all kindred, from all home, all things<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That make communion sweet, and soften pain—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To feel me in the solitude of kings<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Without the power that makes them bear a crown—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To envy every dove his nest and wings<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which waft him where the Apennine looks down<br ></span> +<span class="i2">On Arno, till he perches, it may be,<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Within my all inexorable town,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where yet my boys are, and that fatal She,<a id="FNanchor_294"></a><a href="#Footnote_294" class="fnanchor">[294]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their mother, the cold partner who hath brought<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_254">[254]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Destruction for a dowry—this to see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And feel, and know without repair, hath taught<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A bitter lesson; but it leaves me free:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I have not vilely found, nor basely sought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They made an Exile—not a Slave of me.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> <h3>CANTO THE SECOND. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Spirit of the fervent days of Old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When words were things that came to pass, and Thought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flashed o'er the future, bidding men behold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their children's children's doom already brought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Forth from the abyss of Time which is to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Chaos of events, where lie half-wrought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shapes that must undergo mortality;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What the great Seers of Israel wore within,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Spirit was on them, and is on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if, Cassandra-like, amidst the din<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of conflict none will hear, or hearing heed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This voice from out the Wilderness, the sin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be theirs, and my own feelings be my meed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The only guerdon I have ever known.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hast thou not bled? and hast thou still to bleed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Italia? Ah! to me such things, foreshown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With dim sepulchral light, bid me forget<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In thine irreparable wrongs my own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We can have but one Country, and even yet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou'rt mine—my bones shall be within thy breast,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">My Soul within thy language, which once set<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With our old Roman sway in the wide West;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I will make another tongue arise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As lofty and more sweet, in which expressed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hero's ardour, or the lover's sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall find alike such sounds for every theme<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That every word, as brilliant as thy skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall realise a Poet's proudest dream,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And make thee Europe's Nightingale of Song;<a name="FNanchor_295" id="FNanchor_295"></a><a href="#Footnote_295" class="fnanchor">[295]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">So that all present speech to thine shall seem<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The note of meaner birds, and every tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Confess its barbarism when compared with thine.<a name="FNanchor_bz" id="FNanchor_bz"></a><a href="#Footnote_bz" class="fnanchor">[bz]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">This shalt thou owe to him thou didst so wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Tuscan bard, the banished Ghibelline.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Woe! woe! the veil of coming centuries<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is rent,—a thousand years which yet supine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie like the ocean waves ere winds arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heaving in dark and sullen undulation,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Float from Eternity into these eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The storms yet sleep, the clouds still keep their station,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The unborn Earthquake yet is in the womb,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bloody Chaos yet expects Creation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all things are disposing for thy doom;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Elements await but for the Word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Let there be darkness!" and thou grow'st a tomb!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes! thou, so beautiful, shalt feel the sword,<a name="FNanchor_296" id="FNanchor_296"></a><a href="#Footnote_296" class="fnanchor">[296]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou, Italy! so fair that Paradise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Revived in thee, blooms forth to man restored:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! must the sons of Adam lose it twice?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou, Italy! whose ever golden fields,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ploughed by the sunbeams solely, would suffice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the world's granary; thou, whose sky Heaven gilds<a name="FNanchor_ca" id="FNanchor_ca"></a><a href="#Footnote_ca" class="fnanchor">[ca]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">With brighter stars, and robes with deeper blue;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou, in whose pleasant places Summer builds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her palace, in whose cradle Empire grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And formed the Eternal City's ornaments<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From spoils of Kings whom freemen overthrew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Birthplace of heroes, sanctuary of Saints,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where earthly first, then heavenly glory made<a name="FNanchor_cb" id="FNanchor_cb"></a><a href="#Footnote_cb" class="fnanchor">[cb]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her home; thou, all which fondest Fancy paints,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And finds her prior vision but portrayed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In feeble colours, when the eye—from the Alp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of horrid snow, and rock, and shaggy shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of desert-loving pine, whose emerald scalp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nods to the storm—dilates and dotes o'er thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wistfully implores, as 'twere, for help<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see thy sunny fields, my Italy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nearer and nearer yet, and dearer still<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The more approached, and dearest were they free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou—Thou must wither to each tyrant's will:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Goth hath been,—the German, Frank, and Hun<a name="FNanchor_297" id="FNanchor_297"></a><a href="#Footnote_297" class="fnanchor">[297]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are yet to come,—and on the imperial hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ruin, already proud of the deeds done<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the old barbarians, there awaits the new,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Throned on the Palatine, while lost and won<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rome at her feet lies bleeding; and the hue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of human sacrifice and Roman slaughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Troubles the clotted air, of late so blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deepens into red the saffron water<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Tiber, thick with dead; the helpless priest,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And still more helpless nor less holy daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vowed to their God, have shrieking fled, and ceased<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their ministry: the nations take their prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Iberian, Almain, Lombard, and the beast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bird, wolf, vulture, more humane than they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are; these but gorge the flesh, and lap the gore<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the departed, and then go their way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But those, the human savages, explore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All paths of torture, and insatiate yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With Ugolino hunger prowl for more.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine moons shall rise o'er scenes like this and set;<a name="FNanchor_298" id="FNanchor_298"></a><a href="#Footnote_298" class="fnanchor">[298]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chiefless army of the dead, which late<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the traitor Prince's banner met,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath left its leader's ashes at the gate;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had but the royal Rebel lived, perchance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou hadst been spared, but his involved thy fate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! Rome, the Spoiler or the spoil of France,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Brennus to the Bourbon, never, never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall foreign standard to thy walls advance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Tiber shall become a mournful river.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh! when the strangers pass the Alps and Po,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Crush them, ye Rocks! Floods whelm them, and for ever!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why sleep the idle Avalanches so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To topple on the lonely pilgrim's head?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why doth Eridanus but overflow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The peasant's harvest from his turbid bed?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were not each barbarous horde a nobler prey?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over Cambyses' host<a name="FNanchor_299" id="FNanchor_299"></a><a href="#Footnote_299" class="fnanchor">[299]</a> the desert spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her sandy ocean, and the Sea-waves' sway<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rolled over Pharaoh and his thousands,—why,<a name="FNanchor_cc" id="FNanchor_cc"></a><a href="#Footnote_cc" class="fnanchor">[cc]</a><span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mountains and waters, do ye not as they?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you, ye Men! Romans, who dare not die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sons of the conquerors who overthrew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those who overthrew proud Xerxes, where yet lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead whose tomb Oblivion never knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are the Alps weaker than Thermopylæ?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their passes more alluring to the view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of an invader? is it they, or ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That to each host the mountain-gate unbar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And leave the march in peace, the passage free?<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, Nature's self detains the Victor's car,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And makes your land impregnable, if earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could be so; but alone she will not war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet aids the warrior worthy of his birth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a soil where the mothers bring forth men:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not so with those whose souls are little worth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For them no fortress can avail,—the den<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the poor reptile which preserves its sting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is more secure than walls of adamant, when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hearts of those within are quivering.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are ye not brave? Yes, yet the Ausonian soil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath hearts, and hands, and arms, and hosts to bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against Oppression; but how vain the toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While still Division sows the seeds of woe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And weakness, till the Stranger reaps the spoil.<a name="FNanchor_300" id="FNanchor_300"></a><a href="#Footnote_300" class="fnanchor">[300]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! my own beauteous land! so long laid low,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">So long the grave of thy own children's hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When there is but required a single blow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To break the chain, yet—yet the Avenger stops,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And join their strength to that which with thee copes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is there wanting then to set thee free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And show thy beauty in its fullest light?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To make the Alps impassable; and we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her Sons, may do this with one deed—Unite.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Spirit of the fervent days of Old,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When words were things that came to pass, and Thought<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Flashed o'er the future, bidding men behold<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their children's children's doom already brought<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Forth from the abyss of Time which is to be,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Chaos of events, where lie half-wrought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shapes that must undergo mortality;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What the great Seers of Israel wore within,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That Spirit was on them, and is on me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if, Cassandra-like, amidst the din<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of conflict none will hear, or hearing heed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">This voice from out the Wilderness, the sin<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be theirs, and my own feelings be my meed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The only guerdon I have ever known.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hast thou not bled? and hast thou still to bleed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Italia? Ah! to me such things, foreshown<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With dim sepulchral light, bid me forget<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In thine irreparable wrongs my own;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We can have but one Country, and even yet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou'rt mine—my bones shall be within thy breast,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">My Soul within thy language, which once set<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With our old Roman sway in the wide West;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But I will make another tongue arise<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As lofty and more sweet, in which expressed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hero's ardour, or the lover's sighs,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall find alike such sounds for every theme<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That every word, as brilliant as thy skies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall realise a Poet's proudest dream,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_256">[256]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And make thee Europe's Nightingale of Song;<a id="FNanchor_295"></a><a href="#Footnote_295" class="fnanchor">[295]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">So that all present speech to thine shall seem<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The note of meaner birds, and every tongue<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Confess its barbarism when compared with thine.<a id="FNanchor_bz"></a><a href="#Footnote_bz" class="fnanchor">[bz]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">This shalt thou owe to him thou didst so wrong,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Tuscan bard, the banished Ghibelline.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Woe! woe! the veil of coming centuries<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is rent,—a thousand years which yet supine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lie like the ocean waves ere winds arise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Heaving in dark and sullen undulation,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Float from Eternity into these eyes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The storms yet sleep, the clouds still keep their station,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The unborn Earthquake yet is in the womb,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The bloody Chaos yet expects Creation,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But all things are disposing for thy doom;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Elements await but for the Word,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Let there be darkness!" and thou grow'st a tomb!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yes! thou, so beautiful, shalt feel the sword,<a id="FNanchor_296"></a><a href="#Footnote_296" class="fnanchor">[296]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou, Italy! so fair that Paradise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Revived in thee, blooms forth to man restored:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! must the sons of Adam lose it twice?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou, Italy! whose ever golden fields,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ploughed by the sunbeams solely, would suffice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the world's granary; thou, whose sky Heaven gilds<a id="FNanchor_ca"></a><a href="#Footnote_ca" class="fnanchor">[ca]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">With brighter stars, and robes with deeper blue;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_257">[257]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou, in whose pleasant places Summer builds<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her palace, in whose cradle Empire grew,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And formed the Eternal City's ornaments<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From spoils of Kings whom freemen overthrew;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Birthplace of heroes, sanctuary of Saints,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where earthly first, then heavenly glory made<a id="FNanchor_cb"></a><a href="#Footnote_cb" class="fnanchor">[cb]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Her home; thou, all which fondest Fancy paints,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And finds her prior vision but portrayed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In feeble colours, when the eye—from the Alp<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of horrid snow, and rock, and shaggy shade<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of desert-loving pine, whose emerald scalp<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nods to the storm—dilates and dotes o'er thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And wistfully implores, as 'twere, for help<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To see thy sunny fields, my Italy,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nearer and nearer yet, and dearer still<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The more approached, and dearest were they free,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou—Thou must wither to each tyrant's will:<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Goth hath been,—the German, Frank, and Hun<a id="FNanchor_297"></a><a href="#Footnote_297" class="fnanchor">[297]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are yet to come,—and on the imperial hill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ruin, already proud of the deeds done<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By the old barbarians, there awaits the new,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Throned on the Palatine, while lost and won<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rome at her feet lies bleeding; and the hue<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of human sacrifice and Roman slaughter<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Troubles the clotted air, of late so blue,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And deepens into red the saffron water<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Tiber, thick with dead; the helpless priest,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And still more helpless nor less holy daughter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vowed to their God, have shrieking fled, and ceased<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their ministry: the nations take their prey,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Iberian, Almain, Lombard, and the beast<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And bird, wolf, vulture, more humane than they<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are; these but gorge the flesh, and lap the gore<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_258">[258]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of the departed, and then go their way;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But those, the human savages, explore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All paths of torture, and insatiate yet,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With Ugolino hunger prowl for more.<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nine moons shall rise o'er scenes like this and set;<a id="FNanchor_298"></a><a href="#Footnote_298" class="fnanchor">[298]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The chiefless army of the dead, which late<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath the traitor Prince's banner met,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath left its leader's ashes at the gate;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Had but the royal Rebel lived, perchance<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou hadst been spared, but his involved thy fate.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! Rome, the Spoiler or the spoil of France,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From Brennus to the Bourbon, never, never<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall foreign standard to thy walls advance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But Tiber shall become a mournful river.<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh! when the strangers pass the Alps and Po,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Crush them, ye Rocks! Floods whelm them, and for ever!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why sleep the idle Avalanches so,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To topple on the lonely pilgrim's head?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Why doth Eridanus but overflow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The peasant's harvest from his turbid bed?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were not each barbarous horde a nobler prey?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_259">[259]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Over Cambyses' host<a id="FNanchor_299"></a><a href="#Footnote_299" class="fnanchor">[299]</a> the desert spread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her sandy ocean, and the Sea-waves' sway<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Rolled over Pharaoh and his thousands,—why,<a id="FNanchor_cc"></a><a href="#Footnote_cc" class="fnanchor">[cc]</a><span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Mountains and waters, do ye not as they?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you, ye Men! Romans, who dare not die,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sons of the conquerors who overthrew<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Those who overthrew proud Xerxes, where yet lie<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dead whose tomb Oblivion never knew,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are the Alps weaker than Thermopylæ?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their passes more alluring to the view<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of an invader? is it they, or ye,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That to each host the mountain-gate unbar,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And leave the march in peace, the passage free?<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why, Nature's self detains the Victor's car,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And makes your land impregnable, if earth<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Could be so; but alone she will not war,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet aids the warrior worthy of his birth<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In a soil where the mothers bring forth men:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Not so with those whose souls are little worth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For them no fortress can avail,—the den<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of the poor reptile which preserves its sting<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is more secure than walls of adamant, when<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hearts of those within are quivering.<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are ye not brave? Yes, yet the Ausonian soil<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hath hearts, and hands, and arms, and hosts to bring<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against Oppression; but how vain the toil,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">While still Division sows the seeds of woe<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And weakness, till the Stranger reaps the spoil.<a id="FNanchor_300"></a><a href="#Footnote_300" class="fnanchor">[300]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! my own beauteous land! so long laid low,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_260">[260]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">So long the grave of thy own children's hopes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When there is but required a single blow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To break the chain, yet—yet the Avenger stops,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee,<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And join their strength to that which with thee copes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What is there wanting then to set thee free,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And show thy beauty in its fullest light?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To make the Alps impassable; and we,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her Sons, may do this with one deed—Unite.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> <h3>CANTO THE THIRD. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">From</span> out the mass of never-dying ill,<a name="FNanchor_cd" id="FNanchor_cd"></a><a href="#Footnote_cd" class="fnanchor">[cd]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Plague, the Prince, the Stranger, and the Sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Vials of wrath but emptied to refill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flow again, I cannot all record<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That crowds on my prophetic eye: the Earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Ocean written o'er would not afford<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Space for the annal, yet it shall go forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yes, all, though not by human pen, is graven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There where the farthest suns and stars have birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread like a banner at the gate of Heaven,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bloody scroll of our millennial wrongs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waves, and the echo of our groans is driven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Athwart the sound of archangelic songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Italy, the martyred nation's gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will not in vain arise to where belongs<a name="FNanchor_ce" id="FNanchor_ce"></a><a href="#Footnote_ce" class="fnanchor">[ce]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Omnipotence and Mercy evermore:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like to a harpstring stricken by the wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sound of her lament shall, rising o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Seraph voices, touch the Almighty Mind.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Meantime I, humblest of thy sons, and of<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Earth's dust by immortality refined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Sense and Suffering, though the vain may scoff,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And tyrants threat, and meeker victims bow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before the storm because its breath is rough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thee, my Country! whom before, as now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I loved and love, devote the mournful lyre<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And melancholy gift high Powers allow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To read the future: and if now my fire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is not as once it shone o'er thee, forgive!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I but foretell thy fortunes—then expire;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think not that I would look on them and live.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Spirit forces me to see and speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And for my guerdon grants <i>not</i> to survive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Heart shall be poured over thee and break:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet for a moment, ere I must resume<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy sable web of Sorrow, let me take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the gleams that flash athwart thy gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A softer glimpse; some stars shine through thy night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many meteors, and above thy tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leans sculptured Beauty, which Death cannot blight:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And from thine ashes boundless Spirits rise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To give thee honour, and the earth delight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy soil shall still be pregnant with the wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gay, the learned, the generous, and the brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Native to thee as Summer to thy skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conquerors on foreign shores, and the far wave,<a name="FNanchor_301" id="FNanchor_301"></a><a href="#Footnote_301" class="fnanchor">[301]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Discoverers of new worlds, which take their name;<a name="FNanchor_302" id="FNanchor_302"></a><a href="#Footnote_302" class="fnanchor">[302]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">For <i>thee</i> alone they have no arm to save,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all thy recompense is in their fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A noble one to them, but not to thee—<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall they be glorious, and thou still the same?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! more than these illustrious far shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Being—and even yet he may be born—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The mortal Saviour who shall set thee free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see thy diadem, so changed and worn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By fresh barbarians, on thy brow replaced;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the sweet Sun replenishing thy morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy moral morn, too long with clouds defaced,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And noxious vapours from Avernus risen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such as all they must breathe who are debased<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Servitude, and have the mind in prison.<a name="FNanchor_303" id="FNanchor_303"></a><a href="#Footnote_303" class="fnanchor">[303]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet through this centuried eclipse of woe<a name="FNanchor_cf" id="FNanchor_cf"></a><a href="#Footnote_cf" class="fnanchor">[cf]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some voices shall be heard, and Earth shall listen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poets shall follow in the path I show,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And make it broader: the same brilliant sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which cheers the birds to song shall bid them glow,<a name="FNanchor_cg" id="FNanchor_cg"></a><a href="#Footnote_cg" class="fnanchor">[cg]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raise their notes as natural and high;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tuneful shall be their numbers; they shall sing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many of Love, and some of Liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But few shall soar upon that Eagle's wing,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And look in the Sun's face, with Eagle's gaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All free and fearless as the feathered King,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fly more near the earth; how many a phrase<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sublime shall lavished be on some small prince<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In all the prodigality of Praise!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And language, eloquently false, evince<a name="FNanchor_ch" id="FNanchor_ch"></a><a href="#Footnote_ch" class="fnanchor">[ch]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The harlotry of Genius, which, like Beauty,<a name="FNanchor_ci" id="FNanchor_ci"></a><a href="#Footnote_ci" class="fnanchor">[ci]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Too oft forgets its own self-reverence,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And looks on prostitution as a duty.<a name="FNanchor_304" id="FNanchor_304"></a><a href="#Footnote_304" class="fnanchor">[304]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">He who once enters in a Tyrant's hall<a name="FNanchor_cj" id="FNanchor_cj"></a><a href="#Footnote_cj" class="fnanchor">[cj]</a><a name="FNanchor_305" id="FNanchor_305"></a><a href="#Footnote_305" class="fnanchor">[305]</a><span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">As guest is slave—his thoughts become a booty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the first day which sees the chain enthral<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A captive, sees his half of Manhood gone<a name="FNanchor_306" id="FNanchor_306"></a><a href="#Footnote_306" class="fnanchor">[306]</a>—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Soul's emasculation saddens all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His spirit; thus the Bard too near the throne<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quails from his inspiration, bound to <i>please</i>,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How servile is the task to please alone!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To smooth the verse to suit his Sovereign's ease<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And royal leisure, nor too much prolong<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Aught save his eulogy, and find, and seize,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or force, or forge fit argument of Song!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus trammelled, thus condemned to Flattery's trebles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He toils through all, still trembling to be wrong:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear some noble thoughts, like heavenly rebels,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Should rise up in high treason to his brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He sings, as the Athenian spoke, with pebbles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In's mouth, lest Truth should stammer through his strain.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But out of the long file of sonneteers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There shall be some who will not sing in vain,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he, their Prince, shall rank among my peers,<a name="FNanchor_307" id="FNanchor_307"></a><a href="#Footnote_307" class="fnanchor">[307]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Love shall be his torment; but his grief<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall make an immortality of tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Italy shall hail him as the Chief<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Poet-lovers, and his higher song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Freedom wreathe him with as green a leaf.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in a farther age shall rise along<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The banks of Po two greater still than he;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The World which smiled on him shall do them wrong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till they are ashes, and repose with me.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The first will make an epoch with his lyre,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fill the earth with feats of Chivalry:<a name="FNanchor_308" id="FNanchor_308"></a><a href="#Footnote_308" class="fnanchor">[308]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Fancy like a rainbow, and his Fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like that of Heaven, immortal, and his Thought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Borne onward with a wing that cannot tire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasure shall, like a butterfly new caught,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flutter her lovely pinions o'er his theme,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Art itself seem into Nature wrought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the transparency of his bright dream.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The second, of a tenderer, sadder mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall pour his soul out o'er Jerusalem;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, too, shall sing of Arms, and Christian blood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shed where Christ bled for man; and his high harp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall, by the willow over Jordan's flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Revive a song of Sion, and the sharp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Conflict, and final triumph of the brave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pious, and the strife of Hell to warp<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their hearts from their great purpose, until wave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The red-cross banners where the first red Cross<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was crimsoned from His veins who died to save,<a name="FNanchor_ck" id="FNanchor_ck"></a><a href="#Footnote_ck" class="fnanchor">[ck]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be his sacred argument; the loss<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of years, of favour, freedom, even of fame<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Contested for a time, while the smooth gloss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Courts would slide o'er his forgotten name<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And call Captivity a kindness—meant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To shield him from insanity or shame—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such shall be his meek guerdon! who was sent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be Christ's Laureate—they reward him well!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Florence dooms me but death or banishment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ferrara him a pittance and a cell,<a name="FNanchor_309" id="FNanchor_309"></a><a href="#Footnote_309" class="fnanchor">[309]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Harder to bear and less deserved, for I<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had stung the factions which I strove to quell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this meek man who with a lover's eye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will look on Earth and Heaven, and who will deign<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To embalm with his celestial flattery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As poor a thing as e'er was spawned to reign,<a name="FNanchor_310" id="FNanchor_310"></a><a href="#Footnote_310" class="fnanchor">[310]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">What will <i>he</i> do to merit such a doom?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perhaps he'll <i>love</i>,—and is not Love in vain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torture enough without a living tomb?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet it will be so—he and his compeer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Bard of Chivalry, will both consume<a name="FNanchor_311" id="FNanchor_311"></a><a href="#Footnote_311" class="fnanchor">[311]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In penury and pain too many a year,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, dying in despondency, bequeath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the kind World, which scarce will yield a tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A heritage enriching all who breathe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the wealth of a genuine Poet's soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to their country a redoubled wreath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmatched by time; not Hellas can unroll<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through her Olympiads two such names, though one<a name="FNanchor_312" id="FNanchor_312"></a><a href="#Footnote_312" class="fnanchor">[312]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of hers be mighty;—and is this the whole<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such men's destiny beneath the Sun?<a name="FNanchor_313" id="FNanchor_313"></a><a href="#Footnote_313" class="fnanchor">[313]</a><span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must all the finer thoughts, the thrilling sense,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The electric blood with which their arteries run,<a name="FNanchor_cl" id="FNanchor_cl"></a><a href="#Footnote_cl" class="fnanchor">[cl]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their body's self turned soul with the intense<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feeling of that which is, and fancy of<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That which should be, to such a recompense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conduct? shall their bright plumage on the rough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Storm be still scattered? Yes, and it must be;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For, formed of far too penetrable stuff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These birds of Paradise<a name="FNanchor_314" id="FNanchor_314"></a><a href="#Footnote_314" class="fnanchor">[314]</a> but long to flee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Back to their native mansion, soon they find<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Earth's mist with their pure pinions not agree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And die or are degraded; for the mind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Succumbs to long infection, and despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And vulture Passions flying close behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Await the moment to assail and tear;<a name="FNanchor_315" id="FNanchor_315"></a><a href="#Footnote_315" class="fnanchor">[315]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when, at length, the wingéd wanderers stoop,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then is the Prey-birds' triumph, then they share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spoil, o'erpowered at length by one fell swoop.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet some have been untouched who learned to bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some whom no Power could ever force to droop,<span class="linenum">180</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who could resist themselves even, hardest care!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And task most hopeless; but some such have been,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And if my name amongst the number were,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Destiny austere, and yet serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were prouder than more dazzling fame unblessed;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Alp's snow summit nearer heaven is seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the Volcano's fierce eruptive crest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose splendour from the black abyss is flung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the scorched mountain, from whose burning breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A temporary torturing flame is wrung,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shines for a night of terror, then repels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its fire back to the Hell from whence it sprung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Hell which in its entrails ever dwells.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">From</span> out the mass of never-dying ill,<a id="FNanchor_cd"></a><a href="#Footnote_cd" class="fnanchor">[cd]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Plague, the Prince, the Stranger, and the Sword,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Vials of wrath but emptied to refill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And flow again, I cannot all record<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That crowds on my prophetic eye: the Earth<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Ocean written o'er would not afford<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Space for the annal, yet it shall go forth;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yes, all, though not by human pen, is graven,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There where the farthest suns and stars have birth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spread like a banner at the gate of Heaven,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The bloody scroll of our millennial wrongs<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Waves, and the echo of our groans is driven<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Athwart the sound of archangelic songs,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Italy, the martyred nation's gore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Will not in vain arise to where belongs<a id="FNanchor_ce"></a><a href="#Footnote_ce" class="fnanchor">[ce]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Omnipotence and Mercy evermore:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like to a harpstring stricken by the wind,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The sound of her lament shall, rising o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Seraph voices, touch the Almighty Mind.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Meantime I, humblest of thy sons, and of<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Earth's dust by immortality refined<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To Sense and Suffering, though the vain may scoff,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And tyrants threat, and meeker victims bow<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Before the storm because its breath is rough,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To thee, my Country! whom before, as now,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I loved and love, devote the mournful lyre<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_262">[262]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And melancholy gift high Powers allow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To read the future: and if now my fire<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is not as once it shone o'er thee, forgive!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I but foretell thy fortunes—then expire;<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think not that I would look on them and live.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Spirit forces me to see and speak,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And for my guerdon grants <i>not</i> to survive;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Heart shall be poured over thee and break:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yet for a moment, ere I must resume<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy sable web of Sorrow, let me take<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Over the gleams that flash athwart thy gloom<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A softer glimpse; some stars shine through thy night,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And many meteors, and above thy tomb<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leans sculptured Beauty, which Death cannot blight:<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And from thine ashes boundless Spirits rise<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To give thee honour, and the earth delight;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy soil shall still be pregnant with the wise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The gay, the learned, the generous, and the brave,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Native to thee as Summer to thy skies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Conquerors on foreign shores, and the far wave,<a id="FNanchor_301"></a><a href="#Footnote_301" class="fnanchor">[301]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Discoverers of new worlds, which take their name;<a id="FNanchor_302"></a><a href="#Footnote_302" class="fnanchor">[302]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">For <i>thee</i> alone they have no arm to save,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_263">[263]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all thy recompense is in their fame,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A noble one to them, but not to thee—<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall they be glorious, and thou still the same?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! more than these illustrious far shall be<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Being—and even yet he may be born—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The mortal Saviour who shall set thee free,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And see thy diadem, so changed and worn<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By fresh barbarians, on thy brow replaced;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the sweet Sun replenishing thy morn,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy moral morn, too long with clouds defaced,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And noxious vapours from Avernus risen,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such as all they must breathe who are debased<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">By Servitude, and have the mind in prison.<a id="FNanchor_303"></a><a href="#Footnote_303" class="fnanchor">[303]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yet through this centuried eclipse of woe<a id="FNanchor_cf"></a><a href="#Footnote_cf" class="fnanchor">[cf]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Some voices shall be heard, and Earth shall listen;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Poets shall follow in the path I show,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And make it broader: the same brilliant sky<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which cheers the birds to song shall bid them glow,<a id="FNanchor_cg"></a><a href="#Footnote_cg" class="fnanchor">[cg]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And raise their notes as natural and high;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Tuneful shall be their numbers; they shall sing<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Many of Love, and some of Liberty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But few shall soar upon that Eagle's wing,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And look in the Sun's face, with Eagle's gaze,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All free and fearless as the feathered King,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But fly more near the earth; how many a phrase<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sublime shall lavished be on some small prince<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In all the prodigality of Praise!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And language, eloquently false, evince<a id="FNanchor_ch"></a><a href="#Footnote_ch" class="fnanchor">[ch]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The harlotry of Genius, which, like Beauty,<a id="FNanchor_ci"></a><a href="#Footnote_ci" class="fnanchor">[ci]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Too oft forgets its own self-reverence,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_264">[264]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And looks on prostitution as a duty.<a id="FNanchor_304"></a><a href="#Footnote_304" class="fnanchor">[304]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">He who once enters in a Tyrant's hall<a id="FNanchor_cj"></a><a href="#Footnote_cj" class="fnanchor">[cj]</a><a id="FNanchor_305"></a><a href="#Footnote_305" class="fnanchor">[305]</a><span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">As guest is slave—his thoughts become a booty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the first day which sees the chain enthral<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A captive, sees his half of Manhood gone<a id="FNanchor_306"></a><a href="#Footnote_306" class="fnanchor">[306]</a>—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Soul's emasculation saddens all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His spirit; thus the Bard too near the throne<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Quails from his inspiration, bound to <i>please</i>,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How servile is the task to please alone!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To smooth the verse to suit his Sovereign's ease<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And royal leisure, nor too much prolong<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Aught save his eulogy, and find, and seize,<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or force, or forge fit argument of Song!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thus trammelled, thus condemned to Flattery's trebles,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He toils through all, still trembling to be wrong:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For fear some noble thoughts, like heavenly rebels,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Should rise up in high treason to his brain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He sings, as the Athenian spoke, with pebbles<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In's mouth, lest Truth should stammer through his strain.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But out of the long file of sonneteers<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There shall be some who will not sing in vain,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_265">[265]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he, their Prince, shall rank among my peers,<a id="FNanchor_307"></a><a href="#Footnote_307" class="fnanchor">[307]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Love shall be his torment; but his grief<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall make an immortality of tears,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Italy shall hail him as the Chief<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Poet-lovers, and his higher song<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Freedom wreathe him with as green a leaf.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But in a farther age shall rise along<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The banks of Po two greater still than he;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The World which smiled on him shall do them wrong<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till they are ashes, and repose with me.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The first will make an epoch with his lyre,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And fill the earth with feats of Chivalry:<a id="FNanchor_308"></a><a href="#Footnote_308" class="fnanchor">[308]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His Fancy like a rainbow, and his Fire,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like that of Heaven, immortal, and his Thought<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Borne onward with a wing that cannot tire;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pleasure shall, like a butterfly new caught,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Flutter her lovely pinions o'er his theme,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Art itself seem into Nature wrought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the transparency of his bright dream.—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The second, of a tenderer, sadder mood,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall pour his soul out o'er Jerusalem;<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He, too, shall sing of Arms, and Christian blood<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shed where Christ bled for man; and his high harp<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall, by the willow over Jordan's flood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Revive a song of Sion, and the sharp<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Conflict, and final triumph of the brave<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And pious, and the strife of Hell to warp<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their hearts from their great purpose, until wave<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The red-cross banners where the first red Cross<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Was crimsoned from His veins who died to save,<a id="FNanchor_ck"></a><a href="#Footnote_ck" class="fnanchor">[ck]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be his sacred argument; the loss<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of years, of favour, freedom, even of fame<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Contested for a time, while the smooth gloss<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Courts would slide o'er his forgotten name<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_266">[266]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And call Captivity a kindness—meant<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To shield him from insanity or shame—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such shall be his meek guerdon! who was sent<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To be Christ's Laureate—they reward him well!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Florence dooms me but death or banishment,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ferrara him a pittance and a cell,<a id="FNanchor_309"></a><a href="#Footnote_309" class="fnanchor">[309]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Harder to bear and less deserved, for I<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Had stung the factions which I strove to quell;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this meek man who with a lover's eye<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Will look on Earth and Heaven, and who will deign<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To embalm with his celestial flattery,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As poor a thing as e'er was spawned to reign,<a id="FNanchor_310"></a><a href="#Footnote_310" class="fnanchor">[310]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">What will <i>he</i> do to merit such a doom?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps he'll <i>love</i>,—and is not Love in vain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Torture enough without a living tomb?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yet it will be so—he and his compeer,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Bard of Chivalry, will both consume<a id="FNanchor_311"></a><a href="#Footnote_311" class="fnanchor">[311]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In penury and pain too many a year,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, dying in despondency, bequeath<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To the kind World, which scarce will yield a tear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A heritage enriching all who breathe<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With the wealth of a genuine Poet's soul,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And to their country a redoubled wreath,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unmatched by time; not Hellas can unroll<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Through her Olympiads two such names, though one<a id="FNanchor_312"></a><a href="#Footnote_312" class="fnanchor">[312]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of hers be mighty;—and is this the whole<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of such men's destiny beneath the Sun?<a id="FNanchor_313"></a><a href="#Footnote_313" class="fnanchor">[313]</a><span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Must all the finer thoughts, the thrilling sense,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_267">[267]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The electric blood with which their arteries run,<a id="FNanchor_cl"></a><a href="#Footnote_cl" class="fnanchor">[cl]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their body's self turned soul with the intense<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Feeling of that which is, and fancy of<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That which should be, to such a recompense<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Conduct? shall their bright plumage on the rough<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Storm be still scattered? Yes, and it must be;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For, formed of far too penetrable stuff,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These birds of Paradise<a id="FNanchor_314"></a><a href="#Footnote_314" class="fnanchor">[314]</a> but long to flee<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Back to their native mansion, soon they find<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Earth's mist with their pure pinions not agree,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And die or are degraded; for the mind<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Succumbs to long infection, and despair,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And vulture Passions flying close behind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Await the moment to assail and tear;<a id="FNanchor_315"></a><a href="#Footnote_315" class="fnanchor">[315]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And when, at length, the wingéd wanderers stoop,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Then is the Prey-birds' triumph, then they share<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The spoil, o'erpowered at length by one fell swoop.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yet some have been untouched who learned to bear,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Some whom no Power could ever force to droop,<span class="linenum">180</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_268">[268]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who could resist themselves even, hardest care!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And task most hopeless; but some such have been,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And if my name amongst the number were,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That Destiny austere, and yet serene,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were prouder than more dazzling fame unblessed;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Alp's snow summit nearer heaven is seen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than the Volcano's fierce eruptive crest,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose splendour from the black abyss is flung,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">While the scorched mountain, from whose burning breast<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A temporary torturing flame is wrung,<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shines for a night of terror, then repels<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Its fire back to the Hell from whence it sprung,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Hell which in its entrails ever dwells.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> <h3>CANTO THE FOURTH. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Many</span> are Poets who have never penned<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their inspiration, and perchance the best:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They felt, and loved, and died, but would not lend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their thoughts to meaner beings; they compressed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The God within them, and rejoined the stars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unlaurelled upon earth, but far more blessed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than those who are degraded by the jars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Passion, and their frailties linked to fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Conquerors of high renown, but full of scars.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many are Poets but without the name;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">For what is Poesy but to create<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From overfeeling Good or Ill; and aim<a name="FNanchor_316" id="FNanchor_316"></a><a href="#Footnote_316" class="fnanchor">[316]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At an external life beyond our fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And be the new Prometheus of new men,<a name="FNanchor_317" id="FNanchor_317"></a><a href="#Footnote_317" class="fnanchor">[317]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And vultures to the heart of the bestower,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who, having lavished his high gift in vain,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies to his lone rock by the sea-shore?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So be it: we can bear.—But thus all they<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose Intellect is an o'ermastering Power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which still recoils from its encumbering clay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or lightens it to spirit, whatsoe'er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The form which their creations may essay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are bards; the kindled Marble's bust may wear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">More poesy upon its speaking brow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than aught less than the Homeric page may bear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One noble stroke with a whole life may glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or deify the canvass till it shine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With beauty so surpassing all below,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they who kneel to Idols so divine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Break no commandment, for high Heaven is there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Transfused, transfigurated:<a name="FNanchor_318" id="FNanchor_318"></a><a href="#Footnote_318" class="fnanchor">[318]</a> and the line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Poesy, which peoples but the air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With Thought and Beings of our thought reflected,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can do no more: then let the artist share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The palm, he shares the peril, and dejected<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Faints o'er the labour unapproved—Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Despair and Genius are too oft connected.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the ages which before me pass<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Art shall resume and equal even the sway<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which with Apelles and old Phidias<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She held in Hellas' unforgotten day.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye shall be taught by Ruin to revive<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Grecian forms at least from their decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Roman souls at last again shall live<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Roman works wrought by Italian hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And temples, loftier than the old temples, give<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New wonders to the World; and while still stands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The austere Pantheon, into heaven shall soar<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Dome,<a name="FNanchor_319" id="FNanchor_319"></a><a href="#Footnote_319" class="fnanchor">[319]</a> its image, while the base expands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a fane surpassing all before,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such as all flesh shall flock to kneel in: ne'er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such sight hath been unfolded by a door<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As this, to which all nations shall repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lay their sins at this huge gate of Heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the bold Architect<a name="FNanchor_320" id="FNanchor_320"></a><a href="#Footnote_320" class="fnanchor">[320]</a> unto whose care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The daring charge to raise it shall be given,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom all Arts shall acknowledge as their Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whether into the marble chaos driven<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His chisel bid the Hebrew,<a name="FNanchor_321" id="FNanchor_321"></a><a href="#Footnote_321" class="fnanchor">[321]</a> at whose word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Israel left Egypt, stop the waves in stone,<a name="FNanchor_cm" id="FNanchor_cm"></a><a href="#Footnote_cm" class="fnanchor">[cm]</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or hues of Hell be by his pencil poured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the damned before the Judgement-throne,<a name="FNanchor_322" id="FNanchor_322"></a><a href="#Footnote_322" class="fnanchor">[322]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such as I saw them, such as all shall see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or fanes be built of grandeur yet unknown—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Stream of his great thoughts shall spring from me<a name="FNanchor_323" id="FNanchor_323"></a><a href="#Footnote_323" class="fnanchor">[323]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Ghibelline, who traversed the three realms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which form the Empire of Eternity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst the clash of swords, and clang of helms,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The age which I anticipate, no less<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall be the Age of Beauty, and while whelms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calamity the nations with distress,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Genius of my Country shall arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Cedar towering o'er the Wilderness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lovely in all its branches to all eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fragrant as fair, and recognised afar,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wafting its native incense through the skies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sovereigns shall pause amidst their sport of war,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Weaned for an hour from blood, to turn and gaze<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">On canvass or on stone; and they who mar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All beauty upon earth, compelled to praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall feel the power of that which they destroy;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Art's mistaken gratitude shall raise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tyrants, who but take her for a toy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Emblems and monuments, and prostitute<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her charms to Pontiffs proud,<a name="FNanchor_324" id="FNanchor_324"></a><a href="#Footnote_324" class="fnanchor">[324]</a> who but employ<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man of Genius as the meanest brute<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To bear a burthen, and to serve a need,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To sell his labours, and his soul to boot.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who toils for nations may be poor indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But free; who sweats for Monarchs is no more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than the gilt Chamberlain, who, clothed and feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands sleek and slavish, bowing at his door.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh, Power that rulest and inspirest! how<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power<a name="FNanchor_325" id="FNanchor_325"></a><a href="#Footnote_325" class="fnanchor">[325]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is likest thine in heaven in outward show,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Least like to thee in attributes divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tread on the universal necks that bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then assure us that their rights are thine?<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how is it that they, the Sons of Fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose inspiration seems to them to shine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From high, they whom the nations oftest name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must pass their days in penury or pain,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or step to grandeur through the paths of shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wear a deeper brand and gaudier chain?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or if their Destiny be born aloof<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From lowliness, or tempted thence in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their own souls sustain a harder proof,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The inner war of Passions deep and fierce?<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Florence! when thy harsh sentence razed my roof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I loved thee; but the vengeance of my verse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hate of injuries which every year<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Makes greater, and accumulates my curse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall live, outliving all thou holdest dear—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy pride, thy wealth, thy freedom, and even <i>that</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The most infernal of all evils here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sway of petty tyrants in a state;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For such sway is not limited to Kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Demagogues yield to them but in date,<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As swept off sooner; in all deadly things,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which make men hate themselves, and one another,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In discord, cowardice, cruelty, all that springs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Death the Sin-born's incest with his mother,<a name="FNanchor_326" id="FNanchor_326"></a><a href="#Footnote_326" class="fnanchor">[326]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">In rank oppression in its rudest shape,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faction Chief is but the Sultan's brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the worst Despot's far less human ape.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Florence! when this lone spirit, which so long<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yearned, as the captive toiling at escape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fly back to thee in despite of wrong,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">An exile, saddest of all prisoners,<a name="FNanchor_327" id="FNanchor_327"></a><a href="#Footnote_327" class="fnanchor">[327]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seas, mountains, and the horizon's<a name="FNanchor_328" id="FNanchor_328"></a><a href="#Footnote_328" class="fnanchor">[328]</a> verge for bars,<a name="FNanchor_cn" id="FNanchor_cn"></a><a href="#Footnote_cn" class="fnanchor">[cn]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which shut him from the sole small spot of earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where—whatsoe'er his fate—he still were hers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Country's, and might die where he had birth—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Florence! when this lone Spirit shall return<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To kindred Spirits, thou wilt feel my worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seek to honour with an empty urn<a name="FNanchor_329" id="FNanchor_329"></a><a href="#Footnote_329" class="fnanchor">[329]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ashes thou shalt ne'er obtain—Alas!<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">"What have I done to thee, my People?"<a name="FNanchor_330" id="FNanchor_330"></a><a href="#Footnote_330" class="fnanchor">[330]</a> Stern<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are all thy dealings, but in this they pass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The limits of Man's common malice, for<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that a citizen could be I was—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raised by thy will, all thine in peace or war—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And for this thou hast warred with me.—'Tis done:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I may not overleap the eternal bar<a name="FNanchor_331" id="FNanchor_331"></a><a href="#Footnote_331" class="fnanchor">[331]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Built up between us, and will die alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beholding with the dark eye of a Seer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The evil days to gifted souls foreshown,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foretelling them to those who will not hear;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As in the old time, till the hour be come<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When Truth shall strike their eyes through many a tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make them own the Prophet in his tomb.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Many</span> are Poets who have never penned<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their inspiration, and perchance the best:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They felt, and loved, and died, but would not lend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their thoughts to meaner beings; they compressed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The God within them, and rejoined the stars<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Unlaurelled upon earth, but far more blessed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than those who are degraded by the jars<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Passion, and their frailties linked to fame,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Conquerors of high renown, but full of scars.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Many are Poets but without the name;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">For what is Poesy but to create<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From overfeeling Good or Ill; and aim<a id="FNanchor_316"></a><a href="#Footnote_316" class="fnanchor">[316]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">At an external life beyond our fate,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And be the new Prometheus of new men,<a id="FNanchor_317"></a><a href="#Footnote_317" class="fnanchor">[317]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And vultures to the heart of the bestower,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who, having lavished his high gift in vain,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_270">[270]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lies to his lone rock by the sea-shore?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So be it: we can bear.—But thus all they<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose Intellect is an o'ermastering Power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which still recoils from its encumbering clay<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or lightens it to spirit, whatsoe'er<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The form which their creations may essay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are bards; the kindled Marble's bust may wear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">More poesy upon its speaking brow<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than aught less than the Homeric page may bear;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One noble stroke with a whole life may glow,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or deify the canvass till it shine<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With beauty so surpassing all below,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That they who kneel to Idols so divine<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Break no commandment, for high Heaven is there<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Transfused, transfigurated:<a id="FNanchor_318"></a><a href="#Footnote_318" class="fnanchor">[318]</a> and the line<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Poesy, which peoples but the air<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With Thought and Beings of our thought reflected,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Can do no more: then let the artist share<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The palm, he shares the peril, and dejected<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Faints o'er the labour unapproved—Alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Despair and Genius are too oft connected.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within the ages which before me pass<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Art shall resume and equal even the sway<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which with Apelles and old Phidias<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She held in Hellas' unforgotten day.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ye shall be taught by Ruin to revive<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Grecian forms at least from their decay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Roman souls at last again shall live<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In Roman works wrought by Italian hands,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And temples, loftier than the old temples, give<br ></span> +<span class="i0">New wonders to the World; and while still stands<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The austere Pantheon, into heaven shall soar<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Dome,<a id="FNanchor_319"></a><a href="#Footnote_319" class="fnanchor">[319]</a> its image, while the base expands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into a fane surpassing all before,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_271">[271]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such as all flesh shall flock to kneel in: ne'er<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such sight hath been unfolded by a door<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As this, to which all nations shall repair,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And lay their sins at this huge gate of Heaven.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the bold Architect<a id="FNanchor_320"></a><a href="#Footnote_320" class="fnanchor">[320]</a> unto whose care<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The daring charge to raise it shall be given,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whom all Arts shall acknowledge as their Lord,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whether into the marble chaos driven<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His chisel bid the Hebrew,<a id="FNanchor_321"></a><a href="#Footnote_321" class="fnanchor">[321]</a> at whose word<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Israel left Egypt, stop the waves in stone,<a id="FNanchor_cm"></a><a href="#Footnote_cm" class="fnanchor">[cm]</a><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_272">[272]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or hues of Hell be by his pencil poured<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Over the damned before the Judgement-throne,<a id="FNanchor_322"></a><a href="#Footnote_322" class="fnanchor">[322]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such as I saw them, such as all shall see,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or fanes be built of grandeur yet unknown—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Stream of his great thoughts shall spring from me<a id="FNanchor_323"></a><a href="#Footnote_323" class="fnanchor">[323]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Ghibelline, who traversed the three realms<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which form the Empire of Eternity.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst the clash of swords, and clang of helms,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The age which I anticipate, no less<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall be the Age of Beauty, and while whelms<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Calamity the nations with distress,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Genius of my Country shall arise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Cedar towering o'er the Wilderness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lovely in all its branches to all eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Fragrant as fair, and recognised afar,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_273">[273]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wafting its native incense through the skies.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sovereigns shall pause amidst their sport of war,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Weaned for an hour from blood, to turn and gaze<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">On canvass or on stone; and they who mar<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All beauty upon earth, compelled to praise,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Shall feel the power of that which they destroy;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Art's mistaken gratitude shall raise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To tyrants, who but take her for a toy,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Emblems and monuments, and prostitute<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Her charms to Pontiffs proud,<a id="FNanchor_324"></a><a href="#Footnote_324" class="fnanchor">[324]</a> who but employ<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The man of Genius as the meanest brute<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To bear a burthen, and to serve a need,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To sell his labours, and his soul to boot.<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who toils for nations may be poor indeed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But free; who sweats for Monarchs is no more<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than the gilt Chamberlain, who, clothed and feed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stands sleek and slavish, bowing at his door.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh, Power that rulest and inspirest! how<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power<a id="FNanchor_325"></a><a href="#Footnote_325" class="fnanchor">[325]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is likest thine in heaven in outward show,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Least like to thee in attributes divine,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Tread on the universal necks that bow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then assure us that their rights are thine?<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And how is it that they, the Sons of Fame,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose inspiration seems to them to shine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From high, they whom the nations oftest name,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Must pass their days in penury or pain,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_274">[274]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or step to grandeur through the paths of shame,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wear a deeper brand and gaudier chain?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or if their Destiny be born aloof<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From lowliness, or tempted thence in vain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In their own souls sustain a harder proof,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The inner war of Passions deep and fierce?<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Florence! when thy harsh sentence razed my roof,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I loved thee; but the vengeance of my verse,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The hate of injuries which every year<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Makes greater, and accumulates my curse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall live, outliving all thou holdest dear—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy pride, thy wealth, thy freedom, and even <i>that</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The most infernal of all evils here,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sway of petty tyrants in a state;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For such sway is not limited to Kings,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Demagogues yield to them but in date,<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As swept off sooner; in all deadly things,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which make men hate themselves, and one another,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In discord, cowardice, cruelty, all that springs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From Death the Sin-born's incest with his mother,<a id="FNanchor_326"></a><a href="#Footnote_326" class="fnanchor">[326]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">In rank oppression in its rudest shape,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The faction Chief is but the Sultan's brother,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the worst Despot's far less human ape.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Florence! when this lone spirit, which so long<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yearned, as the captive toiling at escape,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To fly back to thee in despite of wrong,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">An exile, saddest of all prisoners,<a id="FNanchor_327"></a><a href="#Footnote_327" class="fnanchor">[327]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_275">[275]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seas, mountains, and the horizon's<a id="FNanchor_328"></a><a href="#Footnote_328" class="fnanchor">[328]</a> verge for bars,<a id="FNanchor_cn"></a><a href="#Footnote_cn" class="fnanchor">[cn]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which shut him from the sole small spot of earth<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where—whatsoe'er his fate—he still were hers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His Country's, and might die where he had birth—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Florence! when this lone Spirit shall return<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To kindred Spirits, thou wilt feel my worth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seek to honour with an empty urn<a id="FNanchor_329"></a><a href="#Footnote_329" class="fnanchor">[329]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The ashes thou shalt ne'er obtain—Alas!<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">"What have I done to thee, my People?"<a id="FNanchor_330"></a><a href="#Footnote_330" class="fnanchor">[330]</a> Stern<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are all thy dealings, but in this they pass<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The limits of Man's common malice, for<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All that a citizen could be I was—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Raised by thy will, all thine in peace or war—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And for this thou hast warred with me.—'Tis done:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_276">[276]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I may not overleap the eternal bar<a id="FNanchor_331"></a><a href="#Footnote_331" class="fnanchor">[331]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Built up between us, and will die alone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beholding with the dark eye of a Seer<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The evil days to gifted souls foreshown,<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Foretelling them to those who will not hear;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As in the old time, till the hour be come<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When Truth shall strike their eyes through many a tear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And make them own the Prophet in his tomb.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Ravenna, 1819.</p> @@ -12870,23 +12825,23 @@ must take my leave of both.</p> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_276" id="Footnote_276"></a><a href="#FNanchor_276"> +<p><a id="Footnote_276"></a><a href="#FNanchor_276"> <span class="label">[276]</span></a> <a id="Note_241"></a>{241}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i25">"He knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhime."<br /></span> +<span class="i25">"He knew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhime."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Milton, <i>Lycidas</i>, line 11.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_277" id="Footnote_277"></a><a href="#FNanchor_277"> +<p><a id="Footnote_277"></a><a href="#FNanchor_277"> <span class="label">[277]</span></a> [By "Runic" Byron means "Northern," "Anglo-Saxon."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_278" id="Footnote_278"></a><a href="#FNanchor_278"> +<p><a id="Footnote_278"></a><a href="#FNanchor_278"> <span class="label">[278]</span></a> [Compare "In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours—<i>Amor mio</i>—is comprised my existence here and hereafter."—Letter of Byron to the Countess Guiccioli, August 25, 1819, @@ -12894,18 +12849,18 @@ hereafter."—Letter of Byron to the Countess Guiccioli, August 25, 1819, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_173">p. 173</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_279" id="Footnote_279"></a><a href="#FNanchor_279"> +<p><a id="Footnote_279"></a><a href="#FNanchor_279"> <span class="label">[279]</span></a> <a id="Note_243"></a>{243}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I pass each day where Dante's bones are laid:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A little cupola more neat than solemn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Protects his dust."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I pass each day where Dante's bones are laid:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A little cupola more neat than solemn,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Protects his dust."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Don Juan</i>, Canto IV. stanza civ. lines 1-3.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_280" id="Footnote_280"></a><a href="#FNanchor_280"> +<p><a id="Footnote_280"></a><a href="#FNanchor_280"> <span class="label">[280]</span></a> [The <i>Cassandra</i> or <i>Alexandra</i> of Lycophron, one of the seven "Pleiades" who adorned the court of Ptolemy Philadelphus (third century B.C.), is "an iambic monologue of 1474 verses, in which @@ -12918,7 +12873,7 @@ forms part of the <i>Bibliotheca Teubneriana</i> (ed. G. Kinkel, Lipsiæ, 1880). For the prophecy of Nereus, <i>vide</i> Hor., <i>Odes</i>, lib. i. c. xv.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_281" id="Footnote_281"></a><a href="#FNanchor_281"> +<p><a id="Footnote_281"></a><a href="#FNanchor_281"> <span class="label">[281]</span></a> <a id="Note_244"></a>{244}[In the notes to his <i>Essay on Epic Poetry</i>, 1782 (Epistle iii. pp. 175-197), Hayley (see <i>English Bards, etc.</i>, line 310, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 321, note 1) prints a translation of the @@ -12934,25 +12889,25 @@ Hayley's translation of lines 1-9 of this Third Canto of the <i>Inferno</i>. <i>Vathek</i> ... by W. Beckford, 1868, p. 188.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_282" id="Footnote_282"></a><a href="#FNanchor_282"> +<p><a id="Footnote_282"></a><a href="#FNanchor_282"> <span class="label">[282]</span></a> [<i>L'Italia</i>: <i>Canto IV. del Pellegrinaggio di Childe Harold</i> ... tradotto da Michele Leoni, Italia (London?), 1819, 8º. Leoni also translated the <i>Lament of Tasso</i> (<i>Lamento di Tasso</i> ... Recato in Italiano da M. Leoni, Pisa, 1818).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_283" id="Footnote_283"></a><a href="#FNanchor_283"> +<p><a id="Footnote_283"></a><a href="#FNanchor_283"> <span class="label">[283]</span></a> [Alfieri has a sonnet on the tomb of Dante, beginning— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O gran padre Alighier, se dal ciel miri."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O gran padre Alighier, se dal ciel miri."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Opere Scelle</i>, di Vittorio Alfieri, 1818, iii. 487.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_284" id="Footnote_284"></a><a href="#FNanchor_284"> +<p><a id="Footnote_284"></a><a href="#FNanchor_284"> <span class="label">[284]</span></a> [The Panther, the Lion, and the She-wolf, which Dante encountered on the "desert slope" (<i>Inferno</i>, Canto I. lines 31, <i>sq.</i>), were no doubt suggested by Jer. v. 6: "Idcirco percussit eos leo de @@ -12975,7 +12930,7 @@ Marchetti, prefixed to his <i>Poesie</i>, 1878 [<i>Una notte di Dante, etc.</i>] he met Byron at Bologna in 1819, and made his acquaintance.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_285" id="Footnote_285"></a><a href="#FNanchor_285"> +<p><a id="Footnote_285"></a><a href="#FNanchor_285"> <span class="label">[285]</span></a> <a id="Note_245"></a>{245}[For Vincenzo Monti (1754-1828), see letter to Murray, October 15, 1816 (<i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 377, note 3); and for Ippolito Pindemonte (1753-1828), see letter to Murray, June 4, 1817, @@ -12990,42 +12945,42 @@ long and sympathetic notice, Tipaldo's <i>Biografia degli Italiani Illustri</i>, iii. 491, <i>sq</i>.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_286" id="Footnote_286"></a><a href="#FNanchor_286"> +<p><a id="Footnote_286"></a><a href="#FNanchor_286"> <span class="label">[286]</span></a> <a id="Note_247"></a>{247} The reader is requested to adopt the Italian pronunciation of Beatrice, sounding all the syllables.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_287" id="Footnote_287"></a><a href="#FNanchor_287"> +<p><a id="Footnote_287"></a><a href="#FNanchor_287"> <span class="label">[287]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Within the deep and luminous subsistence<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the High Light appeared to me three circles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of threefold colour and of one dimension,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by the second seemed the first reflected<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Iris is by Iris, and the third<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seemed fire that equally from both is breathed....<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O Light Eterne, sole in thyself that dwellest."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Within the deep and luminous subsistence<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of the High Light appeared to me three circles,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of threefold colour and of one dimension,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And by the second seemed the first reflected<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As Iris is by Iris, and the third<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Seemed fire that equally from both is breathed....<br ></span> +<span class="i2">O Light Eterne, sole in thyself that dwellest."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Paradiso,</i> xxxiii. 115-120, 124 (<i>Longfellow's Translation</i>).] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bw" id="Footnote_bw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bw"> +<p><a id="Footnote_bw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bw"> <span class="label">[bw]</span></a> <a id="Note_248"></a>{248} <i>Star over star</i>——.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_288" id="Footnote_288"></a><a href="#FNanchor_288"> +<p><a id="Footnote_288"></a><a href="#FNanchor_288"> <span class="label">[288]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Ché sol per le belle opre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Che sono in cielo, il sole e l'altre stelle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dentro da lor <i>si crede il Paradiso:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Così se guardi fiso<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pensar ben dei, che ogni terren piacere.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[Si trova in lei, ma tu nol puoi vedere."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ché sol per le belle opre<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Che sono in cielo, il sole e l'altre stelle,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dentro da lor <i>si crede il Paradiso:</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Così se guardi fiso<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pensar ben dei, che ogni terren piacere.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">[Si trova in lei, ma tu nol puoi vedere."]<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Canzone, in which Dante describes the person of Beatrice, Strophe third. @@ -13041,7 +12996,7 @@ da Vimercato ... MCCCCCXVIII ...). See, too, <i>Il Canzoniere di Dante</i> supplied by the Rev. Philip H. Wicksteed).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_289" id="Footnote_289"></a><a href="#FNanchor_289"> +<p><a id="Footnote_289"></a><a href="#FNanchor_289"> <span class="label">[289]</span></a> ["Nine times already since my birth had the heaven of light returned to the selfsame point almost, as concerns its own revolution, when first the glorious Lady of my mind was made manifest to @@ -13056,38 +13011,38 @@ Feast, given in the year 1274, by Folco Portinari, father of Beatrice Alighieri."—<i>Note</i> by D. G. Rossetti, ibid., p. 30.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_290" id="Footnote_290"></a><a href="#FNanchor_290"> +<p><a id="Footnote_290"></a><a href="#FNanchor_290"> <span class="label">[290]</span></a> <a id="Note_249"></a>{249} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"L'Esilio che m' è dato onor mi tegno<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Cader tra' buoni è pur di lode degno."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"L'Esilio che m' è dato onor mi tegno<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Cader tra' buoni è pur di lode degno."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Sonnet of Dante</i> [Canzone xx. lines 76-80,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Sonnet of Dante</i> [Canzone xx. lines 76-80,<br > <i>Opere</i> di Dante, 1897, p. 171] </p><p> in which he represents Right, Generosity, and Temperance as banished from among men, and seeking refuge from Love, who inhabits his bosom.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_291" id="Footnote_291"></a><a href="#FNanchor_291"> +<p><a id="Footnote_291"></a><a href="#FNanchor_291"> <span class="label">[291]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i25">"On the stone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Called Dante's,—a plain flat stone scarce discerned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From others in the pavement,—whereupon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He used to bring his quiet chair out, turned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Brunelleschi's Church, and pour alone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The lava of his spirit when it burned:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not cold to-day. O passionate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor Dante, who, a banished Florentine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Didst sit austere at banquets of the great<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And muse upon this far-off stone of thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And think how oft some passer used to wait<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A moment, in the golden day's decline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With 'Good night, dearest Dante!' Well, good night!"<br /></span> +<span class="i25">"On the stone<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Called Dante's,—a plain flat stone scarce discerned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From others in the pavement,—whereupon<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He used to bring his quiet chair out, turned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To Brunelleschi's Church, and pour alone<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The lava of his spirit when it burned:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is not cold to-day. O passionate<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Poor Dante, who, a banished Florentine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Didst sit austere at banquets of the great<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And muse upon this far-off stone of thine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And think how oft some passer used to wait<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A moment, in the golden day's decline,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With 'Good night, dearest Dante!' Well, good night!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Casa Guidi Windows</i>, by E. B. Browning, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1866, iii. 259.] @@ -13095,7 +13050,7 @@ from among men, and seeking refuge from Love, who inhabits his bosom.</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_292" id="Footnote_292"></a><a href="#FNanchor_292"> +<p><a id="Footnote_292"></a><a href="#FNanchor_292"> <span class="label">[292]</span></a> <a id="Note_250"></a>{250} "Ut si quis predictorum ullo tempore in fortiam dicti communis pervenerit, <i>talis perveniens igne comburatur, sic quod moriatur</i>." Second sentence of Florence against Dante, and the fourteen @@ -13106,12 +13061,12 @@ if they fell into the hands of their enemies, was first discovered in 27, fined eight thousand lire, and condemned to two years' banishment.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bx" id="Footnote_bx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bx"> +<p><a id="Footnote_bx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bx"> <span class="label">[bx]</span></a> <i>The ashes she would scatter</i>——.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_293" id="Footnote_293"></a><a href="#FNanchor_293"> +<p><a id="Footnote_293"></a><a href="#FNanchor_293"> <span class="label">[293]</span></a> <a id="Note_251"></a>{251}[At the end of the Social War (B.C. 88), when Sulla marched to Rome at the head of his army, and Marius was compelled to take flight, he "stripped himself, plunged into the bog (<i>Paludes @@ -13127,11 +13082,11 @@ compos animi").—Plut., "Marius," <i>apud</i> Langhorne, 1838, p. 304; Livi <i>Epit</i>., lxxx. 28.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_by" id="Footnote_by"></a><a href="#FNanchor_by"> +<p><a id="Footnote_by"></a><a href="#FNanchor_by"> <span class="label">[by]</span></a> <a id="Note_252"></a>{252} ——<i>their civic rage</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_294" id="Footnote_294"></a><a href="#FNanchor_294"> +<p><a id="Footnote_294"></a><a href="#FNanchor_294"> <span class="label">[294]</span></a> <a id="Note_253"></a>{253} This lady, whose name was <i>Gemma</i>, sprung from one of the most powerful Guelph families, named Donati. Corso Donati was the principal adversary of the Ghibellines. She is—described as being @@ -13180,7 +13135,7 @@ Verona. His daughter Beatrice lived as a nun in Ravenna" (<i>Dante</i>, by Oscar Browning, 1891, p. 47).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_295" id="Footnote_295"></a><a href="#FNanchor_295"> +<p><a id="Footnote_295"></a><a href="#FNanchor_295"> <span class="label">[295]</span></a> <a id="Note_256"></a>{256}[In his defence of the "mother-tongue" as a fitting vehicle for a commentary on his poetry, Dante argues "that natural love moves the lover principally to three things: the one is to exalt the @@ -13198,38 +13153,38 @@ these adulterers."—<i>Il Convito</i>, caps. x., xi., translated by Elizabe Price Sayer, 1887, pp. 34-40.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_bz" id="Footnote_bz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bz"> +<p><a id="Footnote_bz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_bz"> <span class="label">[bz]</span></a>——<i>when matched with thine</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_296" id="Footnote_296"></a><a href="#FNanchor_296"> +<p><a id="Footnote_296"></a><a href="#FNanchor_296"> <span class="label">[296]</span></a> [With the whole of this apostrophe to Italy, compare <i>Purgatorio</i>, vi. 76-127.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ca" id="Footnote_ca"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ca"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ca"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ca"> <span class="label">[ca]</span></a> <i>From the world's harvest</i>——.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cb" id="Footnote_cb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cb"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cb"> <span class="label">[cb]</span></a> <a id="Note_257"></a>{257} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Where earthly Glory first then Heavenly made.</i>—[MS. Alternative reading.]<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Where Glory first, and then Religion made</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Where earthly Glory first then Heavenly made.</i>—[MS. Alternative reading.]<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Where Glory first, and then Religion made</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_297" id="Footnote_297"></a><a href="#FNanchor_297"> +<p><a id="Footnote_297"></a><a href="#FNanchor_297"> <span class="label">[297]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The Goth, the Christian—Time—War—Flood, and Fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have dealt upon the seven-hilled City's pride."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The Goth, the Christian—Time—War—Flood, and Fire,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Have dealt upon the seven-hilled City's pride."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza lxxx. lines 1, 2, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 390, note 2.] @@ -13237,7 +13192,7 @@ reading.]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_298" id="Footnote_298"></a><a href="#FNanchor_298"> +<p><a id="Footnote_298"></a><a href="#FNanchor_298"> <span class="label">[298]</span></a> <a id="Note_258"></a>{258} See "Sacco di Roma," generally attributed to Guicciardini [Francesco (1482-1540)]. There is another written by a Jacopo <i>Buonaparte</i>. @@ -13267,17 +13222,17 @@ amounted to about two millions and a half of ducats."—<i>Mod. Univ. History</i>, xxxvi. 512.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_299" id="Footnote_299"></a><a href="#FNanchor_299"> +<p><a id="Footnote_299"></a><a href="#FNanchor_299"> <span class="label">[299]</span></a> <a id="Note_259"></a>{259}[Cambyses, the second King of Persia, who reigned B.C. 529-532, sent an army against the Ammonians, which perished in the sands.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cc" id="Footnote_cc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cc"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cc"> <span class="label">[cc]</span></a>——<i>and his phalanx—why</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_300" id="Footnote_300"></a><a href="#FNanchor_300"> +<p><a id="Footnote_300"></a><a href="#FNanchor_300"> <span class="label">[300]</span></a> [The <i>Prophecy of Dante</i> was begun and finished before Byron took up the cause of Italian independence, or definitely threw in his lot with the Carbonari, but his intimacy with the Gambas, which @@ -13295,22 +13250,22 @@ people in existence: but they want Union [see <a href="#Page_260">line 145</a>], principle; and I doubt their success."—<i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 8, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cd" id="Footnote_cd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cd"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cd"> <span class="label">[cd]</span></a> <a id="Note_261"></a>{261} ——<i>of long-enduring ill.</i>—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ce" id="Footnote_ce"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ce"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ce"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ce"> <span class="label">[ce]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">——<i>the martyred country's gore</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Will not in vain arise to whom belongs.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">——<i>the martyred country's gore</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Will not in vain arise to whom belongs.</i>—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_301" id="Footnote_301"></a><a href="#FNanchor_301"> +<p><a id="Footnote_301"></a><a href="#FNanchor_301"> <span class="label">[301]</span></a> <a id="Note_262"></a>{262} Alexander of Parma, Spinola, Pescara, Eugene of Savoy, Montecuccoli. </p><p> @@ -13336,7 +13291,7 @@ Gothard in 1664, and in 1675-6 commanded on the Rhine, and out-generalled Turenne and the Prince de Condé]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_302" id="Footnote_302"></a><a href="#FNanchor_302"> +<p><a id="Footnote_302"></a><a href="#FNanchor_302"> <span class="label">[302]</span></a> Columbus, Americus Vespusius, Sebastian Cabot. </p><p> [Christopher Columbus (circ. 1430-1506), a Genoese, discovered mainland @@ -13346,57 +13301,57 @@ Giovanni Cabotto or Gavotto, a Venetian, discovered coasts of Labrador, etc., June, 1497.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_303" id="Footnote_303"></a><a href="#FNanchor_303"> +<p><a id="Footnote_303"></a><a href="#FNanchor_303"> <span class="label">[303]</span></a> <a id="Note_263"></a>{263}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Ah! servile Italy, griefs hostelry!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A ship without a pilot in great tempest!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah! servile Italy, griefs hostelry!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A ship without a pilot in great tempest!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Purgatorio</i>, vi. 76, 77.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cf" id="Footnote_cf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cf"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cf"> <span class="label">[cf]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Yet through this many-yeared eclipse of Woe</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Yet through this murky interreign of Woe</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Yet through this many-yeared eclipse of Woe</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Yet through this murky interreign of Woe</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cg" id="Footnote_cg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cg"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cg"> <span class="label">[cg]</span></a> <i>Which choirs the birds to song</i>—-.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ch" id="Footnote_ch"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ch"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ch"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ch"> <span class="label">[ch]</span></a> <i>And Pearls flung down to regal Swine evince</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ci" id="Footnote_ci"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ci"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ci"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ci"> <span class="label">[ci]</span></a> <i>The whoredom of high Genius</i>——.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_304" id="Footnote_304"></a><a href="#FNanchor_304"> +<p><a id="Footnote_304"></a><a href="#FNanchor_304"> <span class="label">[304]</span></a> <a id="Note_264"></a>{264}[Alfieri, in his <i>Autobiography</i> ... (1845, <i>Period III</i>. chap. viii. p. 92) notes and deprecates the servile manner in which Metastasio went on his knees before Maria Theresa in the Imperial gardens of Schoenbrunnen.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cj" id="Footnote_cj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cj"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cj"> <span class="label">[cj]</span></a> <i>And prides itself in prostituted duty</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_305" id="Footnote_305"></a><a href="#FNanchor_305"> +<p><a id="Footnote_305"></a><a href="#FNanchor_305"> <span class="label">[305]</span></a> A verse from the Greek tragedians, with which Pompey took leave of Cornelia [daughter of Metellus Scipio, and widow of P. Crassus] on entering the boat in which he was slain. [The verse, or verses, are @@ -13405,14 +13360,14 @@ Pompey, c. 78, <i>Vitæ</i>, 1814, vii. 159. They run thus— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="O(/stis ga\r ô(s ty/rannon e)mporeu/etai," ->Ὅστις γὰρ ὡς τύραννον ἐμπορεύεται,<br /></span> +>Ὅστις γὰρ ὡς τύραννον ἐμπορεύεται,<br ></span> <span class="i0" title="Kei/nou e)sti\ dou~los, ka)\n e)leu/theros mê|." ->Κείνου ἐστὶ δοῦλος, κἂν ἐλεύθερος μῃ.<br /></span> +>Κείνου ἐστὶ δοῦλος, κἂν ἐλεύθερος μῃ.<br ></span> </div></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">("Seek'st thou a tyrant's door? then farewell, freedom!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though <i>free</i> as air before.")<br /></span> +<span class="i0">("Seek'st thou a tyrant's door? then farewell, freedom!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though <i>free</i> as air before.")<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Vide Incert. Fab. Fragm</i>., No. 789, <i>Trag. Grec. Fragm</i>., A. Nauck, 1889, p. 316.] @@ -13420,88 +13375,88 @@ Pompey, c. 78, <i>Vitæ</i>, 1814, vii. 159. They run thus— </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_306" id="Footnote_306"></a><a href="#FNanchor_306"> +<p><a id="Footnote_306"></a><a href="#FNanchor_306"> <span class="label">[306]</span></a> The verse and sentiment are taken from Homer. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0" title="[Ê(/misy ga/r t' a)retê~s a)poai/nytai eu)ry/opa Zeu/s" ->[Ἥμισυ γάρ τ' ἀρετῆς ἀποαίνυται εὐρύοπα Ζεύς<br /></span> +>[Ἥμισυ γάρ τ' ἀρετῆς ἀποαίνυται εὐρύοπα Ζεύς<br ></span> <span class="i0" title="'Ane/ros, eu~(t' a(/n min kata\ dou/lion ê~)mare(/lê|sin." ->᾿Ανέρος, εὗτ᾿ ἅν μιν κατὰ δούλιον ἦμαρἕλῃσιν.<br /></span> +>᾿Ανέρος, εὗτ᾿ ἅν μιν κατὰ δούλιον ἦμαρἕλῃσιν.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Odyssey</i>, xvii. 322, 323.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_307" id="Footnote_307"></a><a href="#FNanchor_307"> +<p><a id="Footnote_307"></a><a href="#FNanchor_307"> <span class="label">[307]</span></a> <a id="Note_265"></a>{265} Petrarch. [Dante died September 14, 1321, when Petrarch, born July 20, 1304, had entered his eighteenth year.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_308" id="Footnote_308"></a><a href="#FNanchor_308"> +<p><a id="Footnote_308"></a><a href="#FNanchor_308"> <span class="label">[308]</span></a> [Historical events may be thrown into the form of prophecy with some security, but not so the critical opinions of the <i>soi-disani</i> prophet. If Byron had lived half a century later, he might have placed Ariosto and Tasso after and not before Petrarch.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ck" id="Footnote_ck"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ck"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ck"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ck"> <span class="label">[ck]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Was crimsoned with his veins who died to save,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Shall be his glorious argument,</i>——.—[MS, Alternative reading.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Was crimsoned with his veins who died to save,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Shall be his glorious argument,</i>——.—[MS, Alternative reading.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_309" id="Footnote_309"></a><a href="#FNanchor_309"> +<p><a id="Footnote_309"></a><a href="#FNanchor_309"> <span class="label">[309]</span></a> <a id="Note_266"></a>{266} [See the Introduction to the <i>Lament of Tasso</i>, <i>ante</i>, <a href="#Page_139">p. 139</a>, and <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xxxvi. line 2, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 355, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_310" id="Footnote_310"></a><a href="#FNanchor_310"> +<p><a id="Footnote_310"></a><a href="#FNanchor_310"> <span class="label">[310]</span></a> [Alfonso d'Este (II.), Duke of Ferrara, died 1597.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_311" id="Footnote_311"></a><a href="#FNanchor_311"> +<p><a id="Footnote_311"></a><a href="#FNanchor_311"> <span class="label">[311]</span></a> [Compare the opening lines of the <i>Orlando Furioso</i>— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Le Donne, i Cavalier'! l'arme, gli amori,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Le Cortesie, l'audaci imprese io canto."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Le Donne, i Cavalier'! l'arme, gli amori,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Le Cortesie, l'audaci imprese io canto."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">See <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanzas xl., xli.,<br /> +<p class="attrib">See <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanzas xl., xli.,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 359, 360, note 1.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_312" id="Footnote_312"></a><a href="#FNanchor_312"> +<p><a id="Footnote_312"></a><a href="#FNanchor_312"> <span class="label">[312]</span></a> [The sense is, "Ariosto may be matched with, perhaps excelled by, Homer; but where is the Greek poet to set on the same pedestal with Tasso?"]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_313" id="Footnote_313"></a><a href="#FNanchor_313"> +<p><a id="Footnote_313"></a><a href="#FNanchor_313"> <span class="label">[313]</span></a> [Compare <i>Churchill's Grave</i>, lines 15-19— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And is this all? I thought,—and do we rip<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The veil of Immortality, and crave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not what of honour and of light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through unborn ages, to endure this blight?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So soon, and so successless?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And is this all? I thought,—and do we rip<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The veil of Immortality, and crave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not what of honour and of light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through unborn ages, to endure this blight?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So soon, and so successless?"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_47">p. 47</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cl" id="Footnote_cl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cl"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cl"> <span class="label">[cl]</span></a> <a id="Note_267"></a>{267} </p><p> <i>The</i> @@ -13514,28 +13469,28 @@ pedestal with Tasso?"]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_314" id="Footnote_314"></a><a href="#FNanchor_314"> +<p><a id="Footnote_314"></a><a href="#FNanchor_314"> <span class="label">[314]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For he on honey-dew hath fed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drunk the milk of Paradise."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For he on honey-dew hath fed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And drunk the milk of Paradise."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Kubla Khan,</i> lines 52, 53,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Kubla Khan,</i> lines 52, 53,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>. of S. T. Coleridge, 1893, p. 94.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_315" id="Footnote_315"></a><a href="#FNanchor_315"> +<p><a id="Footnote_315"></a><a href="#FNanchor_315"> <span class="label">[315]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"By our own spirits are we deified:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thereof come in the end despondency and madness."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"By our own spirits are we deified:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But thereof come in the end despondency and madness."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Resolution and Independence</i>, vii. lines 5-7,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Resolution and Independence</i>, vii. lines 5-7,<br > Wordsworth's <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1889, p. 175. </p><p> Compare, too, Moore's fine apology for Byron's failure to submit to the @@ -13554,22 +13509,22 @@ all the social affections, he has unfitted himself for the practice of them."—<i>Life</i>, p. 268.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_316" id="Footnote_316"></a><a href="#FNanchor_316"> +<p><a id="Footnote_316"></a><a href="#FNanchor_316"> <span class="label">[316]</span></a> <a id="Note_269"></a>{269}[So too Wordsworth, in his Preface to the <i>Lyrical Ballads</i> (1800); "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_317" id="Footnote_317"></a><a href="#FNanchor_317"> +<p><a id="Footnote_317"></a><a href="#FNanchor_317"> <span class="label">[317]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">To render with thy precepts less<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The sum of human wretchedness ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But baffled as thou wert from high ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art a symbol and a sign<br /></span> -<span class="i3">To Mortals."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,<br ></span> +<span class="i3">To render with thy precepts less<br ></span> +<span class="i3">The sum of human wretchedness ...<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But baffled as thou wert from high ...<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art a symbol and a sign<br ></span> +<span class="i3">To Mortals."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Prometheus</i>, iii. lines 35, <i>seq</i>.; <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_50">p. 50</a>. @@ -13577,20 +13532,20 @@ feelings."]</p></div> Compare, too, the <i>Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte</i>, stanza xvi. <i>var</i> ii.— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He suffered for kind acts to men."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He suffered for kind acts to men."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 312.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_318" id="Footnote_318"></a><a href="#FNanchor_318"> +<p><a id="Footnote_318"></a><a href="#FNanchor_318"> <span class="label">[318]</span></a> <a id="Note_270"></a>{270}["Transfigurate," whence "transfiguration," is derived from the Latin <i>transfiguro,</i> found in Suetonius and Quintilian. Byron may have thought to anglicize the Italian <i>trasfigurarsi.</i>]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_319" id="Footnote_319"></a><a href="#FNanchor_319"> +<p><a id="Footnote_319"></a><a href="#FNanchor_319"> <span class="label">[319]</span></a> The Cupola of St. Peter's. [Michel Angelo, then in his seventy-second year, received the appointment of architect of St. Peter's from Pope Paul III. He began the dome on a different plan from @@ -13606,7 +13561,7 @@ Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cliii. line i, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1892, ii. 440, 441, note 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_320" id="Footnote_320"></a><a href="#FNanchor_320"> +<p><a id="Footnote_320"></a><a href="#FNanchor_320"> <span class="label">[320]</span></a> <a id="Note_271"></a>{271}["Yet, however unequal I feel myself to that attempt, were I now to begin the world again, I would tread in the steps of that great master [Michel Angelo]. To kiss the hem of his garment, to catch @@ -13615,68 +13570,68 @@ for an ambitious man."—<i>Discourses</i> of Sir Joshua Reynolds, 1884, p. 289.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_321" id="Footnote_321"></a><a href="#FNanchor_321"> +<p><a id="Footnote_321"></a><a href="#FNanchor_321"> <span class="label">[321]</span></a> The statue of Moses on the monument of Julius II. [Michel Angelo's Moses is near the end of the right aisle of the Church of S. Pietro-in-Vincoli.] </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i15">SONETTO<br /></span> -<span class="i8">"<i>Di Giovanni Battista Zappi</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Chi é costui, che in si gran pietra scolto,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Siede gigante, e le più illustri, e conte<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Opre dell' arte avanza, e ha vive, e pronte<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Le labbra si, che le parole ascolto?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quest' è Mosè; ben me 'l diceva il folto<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Onor del mento, e 'l doppio raggio in fronte;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Quest' è Mosè, quando scendea dal monte,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">E gran parte del Nume avea nel volto.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tal' era allor, che le sonanti, e vaste<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Acque ei sospese, a se d' intorno; e tale<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Quando il Mar chiuse, e ne fè tomba altrui.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E voi, sue turbe, un rio vitello alzaste?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Alzata aveste immago a questa eguale!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ch' era men fallo i' adorar costui.<br /></span> +<span class="i15">SONETTO<br ></span> +<span class="i8">"<i>Di Giovanni Battista Zappi</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Chi é costui, che in si gran pietra scolto,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Siede gigante, e le più illustri, e conte<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Opre dell' arte avanza, e ha vive, e pronte<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Le labbra si, che le parole ascolto?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quest' è Mosè; ben me 'l diceva il folto<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Onor del mento, e 'l doppio raggio in fronte;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Quest' è Mosè, quando scendea dal monte,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">E gran parte del Nume avea nel volto.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tal' era allor, che le sonanti, e vaste<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Acque ei sospese, a se d' intorno; e tale<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Quando il Mar chiuse, e ne fè tomba altrui.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">E voi, sue turbe, un rio vitello alzaste?<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Alzata aveste immago a questa eguale!<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Ch' era men fallo i' adorar costui.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[<i>Scelta di Sonetti ... del Gobbi</i>, 1709, iii. 216.] </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[And who is he that, shaped in sculptured stone<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Sits giant-like? stern monument of art<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Unparalleled, while language seems to start<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his prompt lips, and we his precepts own?<br /></span> -<span class="i3">—'Tis Moses; by his beard's thick honours known,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And the twin beams that from his temples dart;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">'Tis Moses; seated on the mount apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst yet the Godhead o'er his features shone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such once he looked, when Ocean's sounding wave<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Suspended hung, and such amidst the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">When o'er his foes the refluent waters roared.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An idol calf his followers did engrave:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But had they raised this awe-commanding form,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then had they with less guilt their work adored.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">[And who is he that, shaped in sculptured stone<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Sits giant-like? stern monument of art<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Unparalleled, while language seems to start<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From his prompt lips, and we his precepts own?<br ></span> +<span class="i3">—'Tis Moses; by his beard's thick honours known,<br ></span> +<span class="i5">And the twin beams that from his temples dart;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">'Tis Moses; seated on the mount apart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst yet the Godhead o'er his features shone.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such once he looked, when Ocean's sounding wave<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Suspended hung, and such amidst the storm,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">When o'er his foes the refluent waters roared.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An idol calf his followers did engrave:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">But had they raised this awe-commanding form,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Then had they with less guilt their work adored.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Rogers.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cm" id="Footnote_cm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cm"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cm"> <span class="label">[cm]</span></a> <a id="Note_272"></a>{272} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">——<i>from whose word</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4">——<i>from whose word</i><br ></span> <span style="position:absolute;left:8em;margin-top:0.5em;"><span style="font-size:200%;">{</span></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Israel took God, pronounce the law in stone.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2" ><i>Israel left Egypt, cleave the sea in stone</i>.—<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Israel took God, pronounce the law in stone.</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2" ><i>Israel left Egypt, cleave the sea in stone</i>.—<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[MS. Alternative readings.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_322" id="Footnote_322"></a><a href="#FNanchor_322"> +<p><a id="Footnote_322"></a><a href="#FNanchor_322"> <span class="label">[322]</span></a> The Last Judgment, in the Sistine Chapel. </p><p> ["It is obvious, throughout his [Michel Angelo's] works, that the @@ -13688,7 +13643,7 @@ Chapel, must remind every reader of Canto XXV. dell' <i>Inferno</i>."—<i>L of Michael Angelo</i> by R. Duppa, 1856, p. 120.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_323" id="Footnote_323"></a><a href="#FNanchor_323"> +<p><a id="Footnote_323"></a><a href="#FNanchor_323"> <span class="label">[323]</span></a> I have read somewhere (if I do not err, for I cannot recollect where,) that Dante was so great a favourite of Michael Angelo's, that he had designed the whole of the Divina Commedia: but @@ -13704,7 +13659,7 @@ which was this edition of Dante. In the voyage the vessel foundered at sea, and it was unfortunately lost in the wreck."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_324" id="Footnote_324"></a><a href="#FNanchor_324"> +<p><a id="Footnote_324"></a><a href="#FNanchor_324"> <span class="label">[324]</span></a> <a id="Note_273"></a>{273} See the treatment of Michel Angelo by Julius II., and his neglect by Leo X. [Julius II. encouraged his attendance at the Vatican, but one morning he was stopped by the chamberlain in waiting, @@ -13723,30 +13678,30 @@ and other ornaments."—See Duppa's <i>Life, etc</i>., 1856, pp. 33, 34, and <i>Handbook of Rome</i>, p. 133.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_325" id="Footnote_325"></a><a href="#FNanchor_325"> +<p><a id="Footnote_325"></a><a href="#FNanchor_325"> <span class="label">[325]</span></a> [Compare <i>Merchant of Venice</i>, act iv. sc. 1, lines 191, 192.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_326" id="Footnote_326"></a><a href="#FNanchor_326"> +<p><a id="Footnote_326"></a><a href="#FNanchor_326"> <span class="label">[326]</span></a> <a id="Note_274"></a>{274}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i7">"I fled, and cried out Death ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fled, but he pursued, (though more, it seems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inflamed with lust than rage), and swifter far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me overtook, his mother, all dismayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in embraces forcible and foul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ingendering with me, of that rape begot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These yelling monsters, that with ceaseless cry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surround me."<br /></span> +<span class="i7">"I fled, and cried out Death ...<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I fled, but he pursued, (though more, it seems,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inflamed with lust than rage), and swifter far,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Me overtook, his mother, all dismayed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in embraces forcible and foul,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ingendering with me, of that rape begot<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These yelling monsters, that with ceaseless cry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Surround me."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Paradise Lost</i>, book ii. lines 787-796.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_327" id="Footnote_327"></a><a href="#FNanchor_327"> +<p><a id="Footnote_327"></a><a href="#FNanchor_327"> <span class="label">[327]</span></a> [In his <i>Convito</i>, Dante speaks of his banishment, and the poverty and distress which attended it, in very affecting terms. "Ah! would it had pleased the Dispenser of all things that this excuse @@ -13770,20 +13725,20 @@ Convito</i>, book i. chap. iii., translated by Leigh Hunt, <i>Stories from the Italian Poets</i>, 1846, i. 22, 23.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_328" id="Footnote_328"></a><a href="#FNanchor_328"> +<p><a id="Footnote_328"></a><a href="#FNanchor_328"> <span class="label">[328]</span></a> <a id="Note_275"></a>{275} What is Horizon's quantity? Horīzon, or Horĭzon? adopt accordingly.—[B.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cn" id="Footnote_cn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cn"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cn"> <span class="label">[cn]</span></a>—<i>and the Horizon for bars</i>.—[MS. Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_329" id="Footnote_329"></a><a href="#FNanchor_329"> +<p><a id="Footnote_329"></a><a href="#FNanchor_329"> <span class="label">[329]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza lvii., <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 371, note 1. @@ -13796,7 +13751,7 @@ recover his remains, and raise a monument to their great countryman."—<i>Handbook, Central Italy</i>, p. 32.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_330" id="Footnote_330"></a><a href="#FNanchor_330"> +<p><a id="Footnote_330"></a><a href="#FNanchor_330"> <span class="label">[330]</span></a> "E scrisse più volte non solamente a' particolari Cittadini del Reggimento, ma ancora al Popolo; e intra l' altre un' Epistola assai lunga che incomincia: '<i>Popule mee</i> (sic), <i>quid feci @@ -13804,7 +13759,7 @@ tibi?</i>"—<i>Le vite di Dante, etc.</i>, <i>scritte da Lionardo Aretino</ p. 47.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_331" id="Footnote_331"></a><a href="#FNanchor_331"> +<p><a id="Footnote_331"></a><a href="#FNanchor_331"> <span class="label">[331]</span></a> <a id="Note_276"></a>{276}[About the year 1316 his friends obtained his restoration to his country and his possessions, on condition that he should pay a certain sum of money, and, entering a church, avow himself @@ -13839,21 +13794,21 @@ IX. Amico Florentino: Opere di Dante</i>, 1897, p. 413.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="THE_MORGANTE_MAGGIORE" id="THE_MORGANTE_MAGGIORE"></a> - <span style="font-size:larger;">THE MORGANTE MAGGIORE</span><br /> +<h2><a id="THE_MORGANTE_MAGGIORE"></a> + <span style="font-size:larger;">THE MORGANTE MAGGIORE</span><br > OF PULCI. </h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_279">[279]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO THE <i>MORGANTE MAGGIORE</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">It</span> is possible that Byron began his translation of the First Canto of @@ -13884,7 +13839,7 @@ of the "associate bards") had published in the <i>Monthly Magazine</i> (May, July, 1806, etc., <i>vide ante</i> Introduction to <i>Beppo</i>, <a href="#Page_156">p. 156</a>) a series of translations of selected passages of the poem. There is no resemblance whatever between Byron's laboured and faithful rendering of -the text, and Merivale's far more readable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> paraphrase, and it is +the text, and Merivale's far more readable<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> paraphrase, and it is evident that if these selections ever passed before his eyes, they had left no impression on his memory. He was drawn to the task partly on account of its difficulty, but chiefly because in Pulci he recognized a @@ -13927,7 +13882,7 @@ and most hostile scrutiny, and it was doubtful if a translation of part of an obscure and difficult poem, vaguely supposed to be coarse and irreligious, would meet with even a tolerable measure of success. At any rate, in spite of many inquiries and much vaunting of its excellence -(see Letters, June 29, September 12, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> v. 314, +(see Letters, June 29, September 12, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> v. 314, 362), the MS. remained for more than two years in Murray's hands, and it was not until other arrangements came into force that the translation of the First Canto of the <i>Morgante Maggiore</i> appeared in the fourth and @@ -13945,17 +13900,17 @@ and for translations of the <i>Morgante Maggiore</i>, <i>vide ibid</i>., Appendi V. pp. 543-560; and <i>Italian Literature</i>, by R. Garnett, C.B., LL.D., 1898, pp. 128-131.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_283">[283]</a></span></p> <h3>ADVERTISEMENT. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">The</span> Morgante Maggiore, of the first canto of which this translation is offered, divides with the Orlando Innamorato the honour of having formed -and suggested the style and story of Ariosto.<a name="FNanchor_332" id="FNanchor_332"></a><a href="#Footnote_332" class="fnanchor">[332]</a> The great defects of +and suggested the style and story of Ariosto.<a id="FNanchor_332"></a><a href="#Footnote_332" class="fnanchor">[332]</a> The great defects of Boiardo were his treating too seriously the narratives of chivalry, and his harsh style. Ariosto, in his continuation, by a judicious mixture of the gaiety of Pulci, has avoided the one; and Berni, in his reformation @@ -13965,17 +13920,17 @@ Ariosto, however inferior to both his copyists. He is no less the founder of a new style of poetry very lately sprung up in England. I allude to that of the ingenious Whistlecraft. The serious poems on Roncesvalles in the same language, and more particularly the excellent -one of Mr. Merivale, are to be traced to the same source.<a name="FNanchor_333" id="FNanchor_333"></a><a href="#Footnote_333" class="fnanchor">[333]</a> It has +one of Mr. Merivale, are to be traced to the same source.<a id="FNanchor_333"></a><a href="#Footnote_333" class="fnanchor">[333]</a> It has never yet been decided entirely whether Pulci's intention was or was not to deride the religion which is one of his favourite topics. It appears to me, that such an intention would have been no less hazardous to the poet than to the priest, particularly in that age and country; and the permission to publish the poem, and its reception among the classics of -Italy, prove<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> that it neither was nor is so interpreted. That he +Italy, prove<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> that it neither was nor is so interpreted. That he intended to ridicule the monastic life, and suffered his imagination to play with the simple dulness of his converted giant, seems evident enough; but surely it were as unjust to accuse him of irreligion on this -account, as to denounce Fielding for his Parson Adams, Barnabas,<a name="FNanchor_334" id="FNanchor_334"></a><a href="#Footnote_334" class="fnanchor">[334]</a> +account, as to denounce Fielding for his Parson Adams, Barnabas,<a id="FNanchor_334"></a><a href="#Footnote_334" class="fnanchor">[334]</a> Thwackum, Supple, and the Ordinary in Jonathan Wild,—or Scott, for the exquisite use of his Covenanters in the "Tales of my Landlord."</p> @@ -14004,1143 +13959,1143 @@ that it has been the original of some of the most celebrated productions on this side of the Alps, as well of those recent experiments in poetry in England which have been already mentioned.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_285">[285]</a></span></p> -<h3>THE MORGANTE MAGGIORE.<a name="FNanchor_335" id="FNanchor_335"></a><a href="#Footnote_335" class="fnanchor">[335]</a> +<h3>THE MORGANTE MAGGIORE.<a id="FNanchor_335"></a><a href="#Footnote_335" class="fnanchor">[335]</a> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h3>CANTO THE FIRST. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">In</span> the beginning was the Word next God;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God was the Word, the Word no less was He:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This was in the beginning, to my mode<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of thinking, and without Him nought could be:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore, just Lord! from out thy high abode,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Benign and pious, bid an angel flee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One only, to be my companion, who<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall help my famous, worthy, old song through.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">In</span> the beginning was the Word next God;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">God was the Word, the Word no less was He:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_286">[286]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">This was in the beginning, to my mode<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of thinking, and without Him nought could be:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore, just Lord! from out thy high abode,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Benign and pious, bid an angel flee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One only, to be my companion, who<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall help my famous, worthy, old song through.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thou, oh Virgin! daughter, mother, bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the same Lord, who gave to you each key<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Heaven, and Hell, and every thing beside,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The day thy Gabriel said "All hail!" to thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since to thy servants Pity's ne'er denied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With flowing rhymes, a pleasant style and free,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be to my verses then benignly kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the end illuminate my mind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou, oh Virgin! daughter, mother, bride,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of the same Lord, who gave to you each key<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Heaven, and Hell, and every thing beside,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The day thy Gabriel said "All hail!" to thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since to thy servants Pity's ne'er denied,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With flowing rhymes, a pleasant style and free,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_287">[287]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be to my verses then benignly kind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to the end illuminate my mind.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Twas in the season when sad Philomel<a name="FNanchor_336" id="FNanchor_336"></a><a href="#Footnote_336" class="fnanchor">[336]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Weeps with her sister, who remembers and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deplores the ancient woes which both befel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And makes the nymphs enamoured, to the hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Phaëton, by Phoebus loved so well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His car (but tempered by his sire's command)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was given, and on the horizon's verge just now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appeared, so that Tithonus scratched his brow:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas in the season when sad Philomel<a id="FNanchor_336"></a><a href="#Footnote_336" class="fnanchor">[336]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Weeps with her sister, who remembers and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deplores the ancient woes which both befel,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And makes the nymphs enamoured, to the hand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Phaëton, by Phoebus loved so well,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His car (but tempered by his sire's command)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was given, and on the horizon's verge just now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Appeared, so that Tithonus scratched his brow:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I prepared my bark first to obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As it should still obey, the helm, my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carry prose or rhyme, and this my lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Charles the Emperor, whom you will find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By several pens already praised; but they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who to diffuse his glory were inclined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all that I can see in prose or verse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have understood Charles badly, and wrote worse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I prepared my bark first to obey,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As it should still obey, the helm, my mind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And carry prose or rhyme, and this my lay<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Charles the Emperor, whom you will find<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By several pens already praised; but they<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who to diffuse his glory were inclined,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For all that I can see in prose or verse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have understood Charles badly, and wrote worse.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Leonardo Aretino said already,<a name="FNanchor_337" id="FNanchor_337"></a><a href="#Footnote_337" class="fnanchor">[337]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">That if, like Pepin, Charles had had a writer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of genius quick, and diligently steady,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No hero would in history look brighter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He in the cabinet being always ready,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in the field a most victorious fighter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who for the church and Christian faith had wrought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Certes, far more than yet is said or thought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leonardo Aretino said already,<a id="FNanchor_337"></a><a href="#Footnote_337" class="fnanchor">[337]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">That if, like Pepin, Charles had had a writer<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_288">[288]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of genius quick, and diligently steady,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No hero would in history look brighter;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He in the cabinet being always ready,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And in the field a most victorious fighter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who for the church and Christian faith had wrought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Certes, far more than yet is said or thought.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You still may see at Saint Liberatore,<a name="FNanchor_338" id="FNanchor_338"></a><a href="#Footnote_338" class="fnanchor">[338]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The abbey, no great way from Manopell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Erected in the Abruzzi to his glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because of the great battle in which fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pagan king, according to the story,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And felon people whom Charles sent to Hell:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there are bones so many, and so many,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near them Giusaffa's<a name="FNanchor_339" id="FNanchor_339"></a><a href="#Footnote_339" class="fnanchor">[339]</a> would seem few, if any.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You still may see at Saint Liberatore,<a id="FNanchor_338"></a><a href="#Footnote_338" class="fnanchor">[338]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The abbey, no great way from Manopell,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Erected in the Abruzzi to his glory,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because of the great battle in which fell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A pagan king, according to the story,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And felon people whom Charles sent to Hell:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there are bones so many, and so many,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Near them Giusaffa's<a id="FNanchor_339"></a><a href="#Footnote_339" class="fnanchor">[339]</a> would seem few, if any.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the world, blind and ignorant, don't prize<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His virtues as I wish to see them: thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Florence, by his great bounty don't arise,<a name="FNanchor_340" id="FNanchor_340"></a><a href="#Footnote_340" class="fnanchor">[340]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hast, and may have, if thou wilt allow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All proper customs and true courtesies:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whate'er thou hast acquired from then till now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With knightly courage, treasure, or the lance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sprung from out the noble blood of France.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the world, blind and ignorant, don't prize<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His virtues as I wish to see them: thou,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Florence, by his great bounty don't arise,<a id="FNanchor_340"></a><a href="#Footnote_340" class="fnanchor">[340]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And hast, and may have, if thou wilt allow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All proper customs and true courtesies:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whate'er thou hast acquired from then till now,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With knightly courage, treasure, or the lance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is sprung from out the noble blood of France.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_289">[289]</a></span></p> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twelve Paladins had Charles in court, of whom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wisest and most famous was Orlando;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him traitor Gan<a name="FNanchor_341" id="FNanchor_341"></a><a href="#Footnote_341" class="fnanchor">[341]</a> conducted to the tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Roncesvalles, as the villain planned too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the horn rang so loud, and knelled the doom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of their sad rout, though he did all knight can do:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Dante in his comedy has given<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him a happy seat with Charles in Heaven.<a name="FNanchor_342" id="FNanchor_342"></a><a href="#Footnote_342" class="fnanchor">[342]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twelve Paladins had Charles in court, of whom<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The wisest and most famous was Orlando;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Him traitor Gan<a id="FNanchor_341"></a><a href="#Footnote_341" class="fnanchor">[341]</a> conducted to the tomb<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In Roncesvalles, as the villain planned too,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While the horn rang so loud, and knelled the doom<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of their sad rout, though he did all knight can do:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Dante in his comedy has given<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To him a happy seat with Charles in Heaven.<a id="FNanchor_342"></a><a href="#Footnote_342" class="fnanchor">[342]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Twas Christmas-day; in Paris all his court<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Charles held; the Chief, I say, Orlando was,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Dane; Astolfo there too did resort,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Also Ansuigi, the gay time to pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In festival and in triumphal sport,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The much-renowned St. Dennis being the cause;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Angiolin of Bayonne, and Oliver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gentle Belinghieri too came there:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas Christmas-day; in Paris all his court<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Charles held; the Chief, I say, Orlando was,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Dane; Astolfo there too did resort,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Also Ansuigi, the gay time to pass<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In festival and in triumphal sport,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The much-renowned St. Dennis being the cause;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Angiolin of Bayonne, and Oliver,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And gentle Belinghieri too came there:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>X.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Avolio, and Arino, and Othone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Normandy, and Richard Paladin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wise Hamo, and the ancient Salamone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Walter of Lion's Mount, and Baldovin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was the son of the sad Ganellone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were there, exciting too much gladness in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The son of Pepin:—when his knights came hither,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He groaned with joy to see them altogether.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Avolio, and Arino, and Othone<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Normandy, and Richard Paladin,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wise Hamo, and the ancient Salamone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Walter of Lion's Mount, and Baldovin,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who was the son of the sad Ganellone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were there, exciting too much gladness in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The son of Pepin:—when his knights came hither,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He groaned with joy to see them altogether.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But watchful Fortune, lurking, takes good heed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ever some bar 'gainst our intents to bring.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Charles reposed him thus, in word and deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando ruled court, Charles, and every thing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Curst Gan, with envy bursting, had such need<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To vent his spite, that thus with Charles the king<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One day he openly began to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Orlando must we always then obey?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But watchful Fortune, lurking, takes good heed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ever some bar 'gainst our intents to bring.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_290">[290]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Charles reposed him thus, in word and deed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando ruled court, Charles, and every thing;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Curst Gan, with envy bursting, had such need<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To vent his spite, that thus with Charles the king<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One day he openly began to say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Orlando must we always then obey?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A thousand times I've been about to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando too presumptuously goes on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here are we, counts, kings, dukes, to own thy sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hamo, and Otho, Ogier, Solomon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each have to honour thee and to obey;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But he has too much credit near the throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which we won't suffer, but are quite decided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By such a boy to be no longer guided.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A thousand times I've been about to say,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando too presumptuously goes on;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here are we, counts, kings, dukes, to own thy sway,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hamo, and Otho, Ogier, Solomon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each have to honour thee and to obey;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But he has too much credit near the throne,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which we won't suffer, but are quite decided<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By such a boy to be no longer guided.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And even at Aspramont thou didst begin<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To let him know he was a gallant knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by the fount did much the day to win;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I know <i>who</i> that day had won the fight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it had not for good Gherardo been;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The victory was Almonte's else; his sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He kept upon the standard—and the laurels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fact and fairness, are his earning, Charles!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And even at Aspramont thou didst begin<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To let him know he was a gallant knight,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And by the fount did much the day to win;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But I know <i>who</i> that day had won the fight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If it had not for good Gherardo been;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The victory was Almonte's else; his sight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He kept upon the standard—and the laurels,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In fact and fairness, are his earning, Charles!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"If thou rememberest being in Gascony,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When there advanced the nations out of Spain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Christian cause had suffered shamefully,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had not his valour driven them back again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Best speak the truth when there's a reason why:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Know then, oh Emperor! that all complain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As for myself, I shall repass the mounts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er which I crossed with two and sixty counts.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If thou rememberest being in Gascony,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When there advanced the nations out of Spain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Christian cause had suffered shamefully,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Had not his valour driven them back again.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Best speak the truth when there's a reason why:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Know then, oh Emperor! that all complain:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As for myself, I shall repass the mounts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er which I crossed with two and sixty counts.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Tis fit thy grandeur should dispense relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So that each here may have his proper part,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the whole court is more or less in grief:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perhaps thou deem'st this lad a Mars in heart?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando one day heard this speech in brief,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As by himself it chanced he sate apart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Displeased he was with Gan because he said it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But much more still that Charles should give him credit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis fit thy grandeur should dispense relief,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So that each here may have his proper part,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_291">[291]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the whole court is more or less in grief:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps thou deem'st this lad a Mars in heart?"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando one day heard this speech in brief,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As by himself it chanced he sate apart:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Displeased he was with Gan because he said it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But much more still that Charles should give him credit.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with the sword he would have murdered Gan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But Oliver thrust in between the pair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from his hand extracted Durlindan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thus at length they separated were.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando angry too with Carloman,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wanted but little to have slain him there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then forth alone from Paris went the Chief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And burst and maddened with disdain and grief.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the sword he would have murdered Gan,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But Oliver thrust in between the pair,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And from his hand extracted Durlindan,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And thus at length they separated were.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando angry too with Carloman,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wanted but little to have slain him there;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then forth alone from Paris went the Chief,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And burst and maddened with disdain and grief.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From Ermellina, consort of the Dane,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He took Cortana, and then took Rondell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on towards Brara pricked him o'er the plain;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when she saw him coming, Aldabelle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretched forth her arms to clasp her lord again:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando, in whose brain all was not well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As "Welcome, my Orlando, home," she said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raised up his sword to smite her on the head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Ermellina, consort of the Dane,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He took Cortana, and then took Rondell,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on towards Brara pricked him o'er the plain;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And when she saw him coming, Aldabelle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stretched forth her arms to clasp her lord again:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando, in whose brain all was not well,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As "Welcome, my Orlando, home," she said,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Raised up his sword to smite her on the head.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like him a Fury counsels, his revenge<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On Gan in that rash act he seemed to take,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Aldabella thought extremely strange;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But soon Orlando found himself awake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his spouse took his bridle on this change,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he dismounted from his horse, and spake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of every thing which passed without demur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then reposed himself some days with her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like him a Fury counsels, his revenge<br ></span> +<span class="i2">On Gan in that rash act he seemed to take,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which Aldabella thought extremely strange;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But soon Orlando found himself awake;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And his spouse took his bridle on this change,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And he dismounted from his horse, and spake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of every thing which passed without demur,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then reposed himself some days with her.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then full of wrath departed from the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As far as pagan countries roamed astray,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while he rode, yet still at every pace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The traitor Gan remembered by the way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wandering on in error a long space,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An abbey which in a lone desert lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst glens obscure, and distant lands, he found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which formed the Christian's and the Pagan's bound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then full of wrath departed from the place,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As far as pagan countries roamed astray,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_292">[292]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And while he rode, yet still at every pace<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The traitor Gan remembered by the way;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wandering on in error a long space,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An abbey which in a lone desert lay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst glens obscure, and distant lands, he found,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which formed the Christian's and the Pagan's bound.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Abbot was called Clermont, and by blood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Descended from Angrante: under cover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a great mountain's brow the abbey stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But certain savage giants looked him over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One Passamont was foremost of the brood,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And Alabaster and Morgante hover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Second and third, with certain slings, and throw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In daily jeopardy the place below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot was called Clermont, and by blood<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Descended from Angrante: under cover<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a great mountain's brow the abbey stood,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But certain savage giants looked him over;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One Passamont was foremost of the brood,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">And Alabaster and Morgante hover<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Second and third, with certain slings, and throw<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In daily jeopardy the place below.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The monks could pass the convent gate no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor leave their cells for water or for wood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando knocked, but none would ope, before<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unto the Prior it at length seemed good;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Entered, he said that he was taught to adore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Him who was born of Mary's holiest blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was baptized a Christian; and then showed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to the abbey he had found his road.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The monks could pass the convent gate no more,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nor leave their cells for water or for wood;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando knocked, but none would ope, before<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the Prior it at length seemed good;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Entered, he said that he was taught to adore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Him who was born of Mary's holiest blood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And was baptized a Christian; and then showed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How to the abbey he had found his road.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said the Abbot, "You are welcome; what is mine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We give you freely, since that you believe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With us in Mary Mother's Son divine;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that you may not, Cavalier, conceive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cause of our delay to let you in<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be rusticity, you shall receive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The reason why our gate was barred to you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus those who in suspicion live must do.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said the Abbot, "You are welcome; what is mine<br ></span> +<span class="i2">We give you freely, since that you believe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With us in Mary Mother's Son divine;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that you may not, Cavalier, conceive<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The cause of our delay to let you in<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To be rusticity, you shall receive<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The reason why our gate was barred to you:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus those who in suspicion live must do.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"When hither to inhabit first we came<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These mountains, albeit that they are obscure,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you perceive, yet without fear or blame<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They seemed to promise an asylum sure:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From savage brutes alone, too fierce to tame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Twas fit our quiet dwelling to secure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now, if here we'd stay, we needs must guard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against domestic beasts with watch and ward.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When hither to inhabit first we came<br ></span> +<span class="i2">These mountains, albeit that they are obscure,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_293">[293]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As you perceive, yet without fear or blame<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They seemed to promise an asylum sure:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From savage brutes alone, too fierce to tame,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Twas fit our quiet dwelling to secure;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But now, if here we'd stay, we needs must guard<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against domestic beasts with watch and ward.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"These make us stand, in fact, upon the watch;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For late there have appeared three giants rough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What nation or what kingdom bore the batch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know not, but they are all of savage stuff;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Force and Malice with some genius match,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You know, they can do all—<i>we</i> are not enough:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these so much our orisons derange,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not what to do, till matters change.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"These make us stand, in fact, upon the watch;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For late there have appeared three giants rough,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What nation or what kingdom bore the batch<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I know not, but they are all of savage stuff;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Force and Malice with some genius match,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">You know, they can do all—<i>we</i> are not enough:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And these so much our orisons derange,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not what to do, till matters change.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Our ancient fathers, living the desert in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For just and holy works were duly fed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think not they lived on locusts sole, 'tis certain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That manna was rained down from heaven instead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But here 'tis fit we keep on the alert in<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our bounds, or taste the stones showered down for bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From off yon mountain daily raining faster,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flung by Passamont and Alabaster.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Our ancient fathers, living the desert in,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For just and holy works were duly fed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think not they lived on locusts sole, 'tis certain<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That manna was rained down from heaven instead;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But here 'tis fit we keep on the alert in<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Our bounds, or taste the stones showered down for bread,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From off yon mountain daily raining faster,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And flung by Passamont and Alabaster.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The third, Morgante, 's savagest by far; he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Plucks up pines, beeches, poplar-trees, and oaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flings them, our community to bury;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all that I can do but more provokes."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While thus they parley in the cemetery,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A stone from one of their gigantic strokes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which nearly crushed Rondell, came tumbling over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that he took a long leap under cover.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The third, Morgante, 's savagest by far; he<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Plucks up pines, beeches, poplar-trees, and oaks,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And flings them, our community to bury;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And all that I can do but more provokes."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While thus they parley in the cemetery,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A stone from one of their gigantic strokes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which nearly crushed Rondell, came tumbling over,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that he took a long leap under cover.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For God-sake, Cavalier, come in with speed;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The manna's falling now," the Abbot cried.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"This fellow does not wish my horse should feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dear Abbot," Roland unto him replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of restiveness he'd cure him had he need;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That stone seems with good will and aim applied."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The holy father said, "I don't deceive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'll one day fling the mountain, I believe."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For God-sake, Cavalier, come in with speed;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The manna's falling now," the Abbot cried.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_294">[294]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">"This fellow does not wish my horse should feed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Dear Abbot," Roland unto him replied,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Of restiveness he'd cure him had he need;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That stone seems with good will and aim applied."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The holy father said, "I don't deceive;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They'll one day fling the mountain, I believe."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Orlando bade them take care of Rondello,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And also made a breakfast of his own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Abbot," he said, "I want to find that fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who flung at my good horse yon corner-stone."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said the abbot, "Let not my advice seem shallow;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As to a brother dear I speak alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would dissuade you, Baron, from this strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As knowing sure that you will lose your life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando bade them take care of Rondello,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And also made a breakfast of his own;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Abbot," he said, "I want to find that fellow<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who flung at my good horse yon corner-stone."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Said the abbot, "Let not my advice seem shallow;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As to a brother dear I speak alone;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would dissuade you, Baron, from this strife,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As knowing sure that you will lose your life.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"That Passamont has in his hand three darts—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such slings, clubs, ballast-stones, that yield you must:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know that giants have much stouter hearts<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than us, with reason, in proportion just:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If go you will, guard well against their arts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For these are very barbarous and robust."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando answered," This I'll see, be sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And walk the wild on foot to be secure."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That Passamont has in his hand three darts—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such slings, clubs, ballast-stones, that yield you must:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You know that giants have much stouter hearts<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than us, with reason, in proportion just:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If go you will, guard well against their arts,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For these are very barbarous and robust."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando answered," This I'll see, be sure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And walk the wild on foot to be secure."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Abbot signed the great cross on his front,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Then go you with God's benison and mine."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando, after he had scaled the mount,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the Abbot had directed, kept the line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right to the usual haunt of Passamont;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who, seeing him alone in this design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surveyed him fore and aft with eyes observant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then asked him, "If he wished to stay as servant?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot signed the great cross on his front,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Then go you with God's benison and mine."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando, after he had scaled the mount,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As the Abbot had directed, kept the line<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Right to the usual haunt of Passamont;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who, seeing him alone in this design,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Surveyed him fore and aft with eyes observant,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then asked him, "If he wished to stay as servant?"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And promised him an office of great ease.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But, said Orlando, "Saracen insane!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I come to kill you, if it shall so please<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God, not to serve as footboy in your train;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You with his monks so oft have broke the peace—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Vile dog! 'tis past his patience to sustain."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Giant ran to fetch his arms, quite furious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he received an answer so injurious.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And promised him an office of great ease.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But, said Orlando, "Saracen insane!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_295">[295]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I come to kill you, if it shall so please<br ></span> +<span class="i2">God, not to serve as footboy in your train;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You with his monks so oft have broke the peace—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Vile dog! 'tis past his patience to sustain."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Giant ran to fetch his arms, quite furious,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When he received an answer so injurious.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And being returned to where Orlando stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who had not moved him from the spot, and swinging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cord, he hurled a stone with strength so rude,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As showed a sample of his skill in slinging;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It rolled on Count Orlando's helmet good<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And head, and set both head and helmet ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that he swooned with pain as if he died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But more than dead, he seemed so stupified.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And being returned to where Orlando stood,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who had not moved him from the spot, and swinging<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The cord, he hurled a stone with strength so rude,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As showed a sample of his skill in slinging;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It rolled on Count Orlando's helmet good<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And head, and set both head and helmet ringing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that he swooned with pain as if he died,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But more than dead, he seemed so stupified.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Passamont, who thought him slain outright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said, "I will go, and while he lies along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disarm me: why such craven did I fight?"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But Christ his servants ne'er abandons long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Especially Orlando, such a knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As to desert would almost be a wrong.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the giant goes to put off his defences,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando has recalled his force and senses:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Passamont, who thought him slain outright,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Said, "I will go, and while he lies along,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Disarm me: why such craven did I fight?"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But Christ his servants ne'er abandons long,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Especially Orlando, such a knight,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As to desert would almost be a wrong.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While the giant goes to put off his defences,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando has recalled his force and senses:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And loud he shouted, "Giant, where dost go?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou thought'st me doubtless for the bier outlaid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the right about—without wings thou'rt too slow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To fly my vengeance—currish renegade!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas but by treachery thou laid'st me low."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The giant his astonishment betrayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turned about, and stopped his journey on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he stooped to pick up a great stone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And loud he shouted, "Giant, where dost go?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou thought'st me doubtless for the bier outlaid;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the right about—without wings thou'rt too slow<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To fly my vengeance—currish renegade!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas but by treachery thou laid'st me low."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The giant his astonishment betrayed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And turned about, and stopped his journey on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then he stooped to pick up a great stone.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Orlando had Cortana bare in hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To split the head in twain was what he schemed:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cortana clave the skull like a true brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pagan Passamont died unredeemed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet harsh and haughty, as he lay he banned,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And most devoutly Macon still blasphemed<a name="FNanchor_343" id="FNanchor_343"></a><a href="#Footnote_343" class="fnanchor">[343]</a>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But while his crude, rude blasphemies he heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando thanked the Father and the Word,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando had Cortana bare in hand;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To split the head in twain was what he schemed:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_296">[296]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cortana clave the skull like a true brand,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And pagan Passamont died unredeemed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet harsh and haughty, as he lay he banned,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And most devoutly Macon still blasphemed<a id="FNanchor_343"></a><a href="#Footnote_343" class="fnanchor">[343]</a>;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But while his crude, rude blasphemies he heard,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando thanked the Father and the Word,—<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Saying, "What grace to me thou'st this day given!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I to thee, O Lord! am ever bound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know my life was saved by thee from Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since by the Giant I was fairly downed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All things by thee are measured just and even;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our power without thine aid would nought be found:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray thee take heed of me, till I can<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least return once more to Carloman."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "What grace to me thou'st this day given!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I to thee, O Lord! am ever bound;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know my life was saved by thee from Heaven,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Since by the Giant I was fairly downed.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All things by thee are measured just and even;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Our power without thine aid would nought be found:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I pray thee take heed of me, till I can<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At least return once more to Carloman."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And having said thus much, he went his way;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Alabaster he found out below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doing the very best that in him lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To root from out a bank a rock or two.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando, when he reached him, loud 'gan say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"How think'st thou, glutton, such a stone to throw?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Alabaster heard his deep voice ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He suddenly betook him to his sling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And having said thus much, he went his way;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Alabaster he found out below,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Doing the very best that in him lay<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To root from out a bank a rock or two.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando, when he reached him, loud 'gan say,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"How think'st thou, glutton, such a stone to throw?"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Alabaster heard his deep voice ring,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He suddenly betook him to his sling,<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And hurled a fragment of a size so large<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That if it had in fact fulfilled its mission,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Roland not availed him of his targe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There would have been no need of a physician<a name="FNanchor_344" id="FNanchor_344"></a><a href="#Footnote_344" class="fnanchor">[344]</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando set himself in turn to charge,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in his bulky bosom made incision<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all his sword. The lout fell; but o'erthrown, he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However by no means forgot Macone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hurled a fragment of a size so large<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That if it had in fact fulfilled its mission,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Roland not availed him of his targe,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There would have been no need of a physician<a id="FNanchor_344"></a><a href="#Footnote_344" class="fnanchor">[344]</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_297">[297]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando set himself in turn to charge,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And in his bulky bosom made incision<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all his sword. The lout fell; but o'erthrown, he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">However by no means forgot Macone.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Morgante had a palace in his mode,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Composed of branches, logs of wood, and earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stretched himself at ease in this abode,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shut himself at night within his berth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando knocked, and knocked again, to goad<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The giant from his sleep; and he came forth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The door to open, like a crazy thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a rough dream had shook him slumbering.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante had a palace in his mode,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Composed of branches, logs of wood, and earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And stretched himself at ease in this abode,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And shut himself at night within his berth.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando knocked, and knocked again, to goad<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The giant from his sleep; and he came forth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The door to open, like a crazy thing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For a rough dream had shook him slumbering.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XL.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He thought that a fierce serpent had attacked him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Mahomet he called; but Mahomet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is nothing worth, and, not an instant backed him;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But praying blessed Jesu, he was set<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At liberty from all the fears which racked him;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to the gate he came with great regret—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who knocks here?" grumbling all the while, said he.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That," said Orlando, "you will quickly see:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He thought that a fierce serpent had attacked him,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Mahomet he called; but Mahomet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is nothing worth, and, not an instant backed him;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But praying blessed Jesu, he was set<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At liberty from all the fears which racked him;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And to the gate he came with great regret—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Who knocks here?" grumbling all the while, said he.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"That," said Orlando, "you will quickly see:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I come to preach to you, as to your brothers,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sent by the miserable monks—repentance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Providence divine, in you and others,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Condemns the evil done, my new acquaintance!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis writ on high—your wrong must pay another's:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Heaven itself is issued out this sentence.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know then, that colder now than a pilaster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I left your Passamont and Alabaster."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I come to preach to you, as to your brothers,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sent by the miserable monks—repentance;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Providence divine, in you and others,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Condemns the evil done, my new acquaintance!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis writ on high—your wrong must pay another's:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From Heaven itself is issued out this sentence.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Know then, that colder now than a pilaster<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I left your Passamont and Alabaster."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Morgante said, "Oh gentle Cavalier!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now by thy God say me no villany;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The favour of your name I fain would hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And if a Christian, speak for courtesy."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replied Orlando, "So much to your ear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I by my faith disclose contentedly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Christ I adore, who is the genuine Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if you please, by you may be adored."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante said, "Oh gentle Cavalier!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Now by thy God say me no villany;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The favour of your name I fain would hear,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And if a Christian, speak for courtesy."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_298">[298]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Replied Orlando, "So much to your ear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I by my faith disclose contentedly;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Christ I adore, who is the genuine Lord,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, if you please, by you may be adored."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Saracen rejoined in humble tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"I have had an extraordinary vision;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A savage serpent fell on me alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Macon would not pity my condition;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence to thy God, who for ye did atone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon the cross, preferred I my petition;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His timely succour set me safe and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I a Christian am disposed to be."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Saracen rejoined in humble tone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"I have had an extraordinary vision;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A savage serpent fell on me alone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Macon would not pity my condition;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hence to thy God, who for ye did atone<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the cross, preferred I my petition;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His timely succour set me safe and free,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I a Christian am disposed to be."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Orlando answered, "Baron just and pious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If this good wish your heart can really move<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the true God, who will not then deny us<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Eternal honour, you will go above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if you please, as friends we will ally us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I will love you with a perfect love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your idols are vain liars, full of fraud:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The only true God is the Christian's God.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando answered, "Baron just and pious,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">If this good wish your heart can really move<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the true God, who will not then deny us<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Eternal honour, you will go above,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, if you please, as friends we will ally us,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I will love you with a perfect love.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your idols are vain liars, full of fraud:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The only true God is the Christian's God.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The Lord descended to the virgin breast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Mary Mother, sinless and divine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you acknowledge the Redeemer blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without whom neither sun nor star can shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Abjure bad Macon's false and felon test,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your renegado god, and worship mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Baptize yourself with zeal, since you repent."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which Morgante answered, "I'm content."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The Lord descended to the virgin breast<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Mary Mother, sinless and divine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If you acknowledge the Redeemer blest,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Without whom neither sun nor star can shine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Abjure bad Macon's false and felon test,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Your renegado god, and worship mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Baptize yourself with zeal, since you repent."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To which Morgante answered, "I'm content."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then Orlando to embrace him flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And made much of his convert, as he cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To the abbey I will gladly marshal you."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To whom Morgante, "Let us go," replied:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I to the friars have for peace to sue."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which thing Orlando heard with inward pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, "My brother, so devout and good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask the Abbot pardon, as I wish you would:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then Orlando to embrace him flew,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And made much of his convert, as he cried,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"To the abbey I will gladly marshal you."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To whom Morgante, "Let us go," replied:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_299">[299]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">"I to the friars have for peace to sue."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which thing Orlando heard with inward pride,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "My brother, so devout and good,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ask the Abbot pardon, as I wish you would:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Since God has granted your illumination,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Accepting you in mercy for his own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humility should be your first oblation."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Morgante said, "For goodness' sake, make known,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since that your God is to be mine—your station,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And let your name in verity be shown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then will I everything at your command do."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On which the other said, he was Orlando.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Since God has granted your illumination,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Accepting you in mercy for his own,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Humility should be your first oblation."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Morgante said, "For goodness' sake, make known,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since that your God is to be mine—your station,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And let your name in verity be shown;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then will I everything at your command do."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On which the other said, he was Orlando.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Then," quoth the Giant, "blessed be Jesu<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A thousand times with gratitude and praise!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft, perfect Baron! have I heard of you<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through all the different periods of my days:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, as I said, to be your vassal too<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wish, for your great gallantry always."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus reasoning, they continued much to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And onwards to the abbey went their way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then," quoth the Giant, "blessed be Jesu<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A thousand times with gratitude and praise!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oft, perfect Baron! have I heard of you<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Through all the different periods of my days:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, as I said, to be your vassal too<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I wish, for your great gallantry always."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus reasoning, they continued much to say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And onwards to the abbey went their way.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And by the way about the giants dead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando with Morgante reasoned: "Be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their decease, I pray you, comforted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, since it is God's pleasure, pardon me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand wrongs unto the monks they bred;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our true Scripture soundeth openly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good is rewarded, and chastised the ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the Lord never faileth to fulfil:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by the way about the giants dead<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando with Morgante reasoned: "Be,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For their decease, I pray you, comforted,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, since it is God's pleasure, pardon me;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand wrongs unto the monks they bred;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And our true Scripture soundeth openly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Good is rewarded, and chastised the ill,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which the Lord never faileth to fulfil:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>L.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Because His love of justice unto all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is such, He wills His judgment should devour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All who have sin, however great or small;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But good He well remembers to restore.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor without justice holy could we call<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Him, whom I now require you to adore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All men must make His will their wishes sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quickly and spontaneously obey.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Because His love of justice unto all<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is such, He wills His judgment should devour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All who have sin, however great or small;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But good He well remembers to restore.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_300">[300]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor without justice holy could we call<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Him, whom I now require you to adore.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All men must make His will their wishes sway,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And quickly and spontaneously obey.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And here our doctors are of one accord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Coming on this point to the same conclusion,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in their thoughts, who praise in Heaven the Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If Pity e'er was guilty of intrusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their unfortunate relations stored<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Hell below, and damned in great confusion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their happiness would be reduced to nought,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus unjust the Almighty's self be thought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And here our doctors are of one accord,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Coming on this point to the same conclusion,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That in their thoughts, who praise in Heaven the Lord,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">If Pity e'er was guilty of intrusion<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For their unfortunate relations stored<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In Hell below, and damned in great confusion,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their happiness would be reduced to nought,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus unjust the Almighty's self be thought.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But they in Christ have firmest hope, and all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which seems to Him, to them too must appear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well done; nor could it otherwise befall;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He never can in any purpose err.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If sire or mother suffer endless thrall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They don't disturb themselves for him or her:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What pleases God to them must joy inspire;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such is the observance of the eternal choir."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But they in Christ have firmest hope, and all<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which seems to Him, to them too must appear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Well done; nor could it otherwise befall;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He never can in any purpose err.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If sire or mother suffer endless thrall,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They don't disturb themselves for him or her:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What pleases God to them must joy inspire;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such is the observance of the eternal choir."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A word unto the wise," Morgante said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Is wont to be enough, and you shall see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much I grieve about my brethren dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And if the will of God seem good to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just, as you tell me, 'tis in Heaven obeyed—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ashes to ashes,—merry let us be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will cut off the hands from both their trunks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carry them unto the holy monks.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A word unto the wise," Morgante said,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Is wont to be enough, and you shall see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How much I grieve about my brethren dead;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And if the will of God seem good to me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Just, as you tell me, 'tis in Heaven obeyed—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ashes to ashes,—merry let us be!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will cut off the hands from both their trunks,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And carry them unto the holy monks.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"So that all persons may be sure and certain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That they are dead, and have no further fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wander solitary this desert in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that they may perceive my spirit clear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Lord's grace, who hath withdrawn the curtain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of darkness, making His bright realm appear."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cut his brethren's hands off at these words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left them to the savage beasts and birds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"So that all persons may be sure and certain<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That they are dead, and have no further fear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To wander solitary this desert in,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that they may perceive my spirit clear<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_301">[301]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the Lord's grace, who hath withdrawn the curtain<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of darkness, making His bright realm appear."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He cut his brethren's hands off at these words,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And left them to the savage beasts and birds.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then to the abbey they went on together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where waited them the Abbot in great doubt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The monks, who knew not yet the fact, ran thither<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To their superior, all in breathless rout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying with tremor, "Please to tell us whether<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You wish to have this person in or out?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Abbot, looking through upon the Giant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too greatly feared, at first, to be compliant.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the abbey they went on together,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where waited them the Abbot in great doubt.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The monks, who knew not yet the fact, ran thither<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To their superior, all in breathless rout,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saying with tremor, "Please to tell us whether<br ></span> +<span class="i2">You wish to have this person in or out?"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot, looking through upon the Giant,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Too greatly feared, at first, to be compliant.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Orlando seeing him thus agitated,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said quickly, "Abbot, be thou of good cheer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He Christ believes, as Christian must be rated,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hath renounced his Macon false;" which here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morgante with the hands corroborated,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A proof of both the giants' fate quite clear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thence, with due thanks, the Abbot God adored,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, "Thou hast contented me, O Lord!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando seeing him thus agitated,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Said quickly, "Abbot, be thou of good cheer;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He Christ believes, as Christian must be rated,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And hath renounced his Macon false;" which here<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante with the hands corroborated,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A proof of both the giants' fate quite clear:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thence, with due thanks, the Abbot God adored,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Thou hast contented me, O Lord!"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He gazed; Morgante's height he calculated,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And more than once contemplated his size;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he said, "O Giant celebrated!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Know, that no more my wonder will arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How you could tear and fling the trees you late did,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I behold your form with my own eyes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You now a true and perfect friend will show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yourself to Christ, as once you were a foe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He gazed; Morgante's height he calculated,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And more than once contemplated his size;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then he said, "O Giant celebrated!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Know, that no more my wonder will arise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How you could tear and fling the trees you late did,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When I behold your form with my own eyes.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You now a true and perfect friend will show<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yourself to Christ, as once you were a foe.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And one of our apostles, Saul once named,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Long persecuted sore the faith of Christ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till, one day, by the Spirit being inflamed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Why dost thou persecute me thus?' said Christ;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then from his offence he was reclaimed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And went for ever after preaching Christ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of the faith became a trump, whose sounding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er the whole earth is echoing and rebounding.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And one of our apostles, Saul once named,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Long persecuted sore the faith of Christ,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till, one day, by the Spirit being inflamed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Why dost thou persecute me thus?' said Christ;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_302">[302]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then from his offence he was reclaimed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And went for ever after preaching Christ,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And of the faith became a trump, whose sounding<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the whole earth is echoing and rebounding.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"So, my Morgante, you may do likewise:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He who repents—thus writes the Evangelist—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Occasions more rejoicing in the skies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than ninety-nine of the celestial list.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may be sure, should each desire arise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With just zeal for the Lord, that you'll exist<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the happy saints for evermore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you were lost and damned to Hell before!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"So, my Morgante, you may do likewise:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He who repents—thus writes the Evangelist—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Occasions more rejoicing in the skies<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than ninety-nine of the celestial list.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You may be sure, should each desire arise<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With just zeal for the Lord, that you'll exist<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Among the happy saints for evermore;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But you were lost and damned to Hell before!"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thus great honour to Morgante paid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Abbot: many days they did repose.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One day, as with Orlando they both strayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sauntered here and there, where'er they chose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Abbot showed a chamber, where arrayed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much armour was, and hung up certain bows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one of these Morgante for a whim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Girt on, though useless, he believed, to him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus great honour to Morgante paid<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Abbot: many days they did repose.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One day, as with Orlando they both strayed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And sauntered here and there, where'er they chose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot showed a chamber, where arrayed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Much armour was, and hung up certain bows;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And one of these Morgante for a whim<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Girt on, though useless, he believed, to him.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There being a want of water in the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando, like a worthy brother, said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Morgante, I could wish you in this case<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To go for water." "You shall be obeyed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all commands," was the reply, "straight ways."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon his shoulder a great tub he laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And went out on his way unto a fountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he was wont to drink, below the mountain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There being a want of water in the place,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando, like a worthy brother, said,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Morgante, I could wish you in this case<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To go for water." "You shall be obeyed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all commands," was the reply, "straight ways."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Upon his shoulder a great tub he laid,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And went out on his way unto a fountain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where he was wont to drink, below the mountain.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Arrived there, a prodigious noise he hears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which suddenly along the forest spread;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whereat from out his quiver he prepares<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An arrow for his bow, and lifts his head;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lo! a monstrous herd of swine appears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And onward rushes with tempestuous tread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the fountain's brink precisely pours;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that the Giant's joined by all the boars.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrived there, a prodigious noise he hears,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which suddenly along the forest spread;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whereat from out his quiver he prepares<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An arrow for his bow, and lifts his head;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_303">[303]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And lo! a monstrous herd of swine appears,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And onward rushes with tempestuous tread,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to the fountain's brink precisely pours;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that the Giant's joined by all the boars.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Morgante at a venture shot an arrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which pierced a pig precisely in the ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And passed unto the other side quite through;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So that the boar, defunct, lay tripped up near.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another, to revenge his fellow farrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against the Giant rushed in fierce career,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reached the passage with so swift a foot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morgante was not now in time to shoot.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante at a venture shot an arrow,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which pierced a pig precisely in the ear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And passed unto the other side quite through;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So that the boar, defunct, lay tripped up near.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Another, to revenge his fellow farrow,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Against the Giant rushed in fierce career,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And reached the passage with so swift a foot,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante was not now in time to shoot.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perceiving that the pig was on him close,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He gave him such a punch upon the head<a name="FNanchor_345" id="FNanchor_345"></a><a href="#Footnote_345" class="fnanchor">[345]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As floored him so that he no more arose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smashing the very bone; and he fell dead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next to the other. Having seen such blows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The other pigs along the valley fled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morgante on his neck the bucket took,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full from the spring, which neither swerved nor shook.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perceiving that the pig was on him close,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He gave him such a punch upon the head<a id="FNanchor_345"></a><a href="#Footnote_345" class="fnanchor">[345]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As floored him so that he no more arose,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Smashing the very bone; and he fell dead<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Next to the other. Having seen such blows,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The other pigs along the valley fled;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante on his neck the bucket took,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Full from the spring, which neither swerved nor shook.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tub was on one shoulder, and there were<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hogs on t'other, and he brushed apace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On to the abbey, though by no means near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor spilt one drop of water in his race.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando, seeing him so soon appear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the dead boars, and with that brimful vase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marvelled to see his strength so very great;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So did the Abbot, and set wide the gate.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">The tub was on one shoulder, and there were<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The hogs on t'other, and he brushed apace<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On to the abbey, though by no means near,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nor spilt one drop of water in his race.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando, seeing him so soon appear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With the dead boars, and with that brimful vase,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Marvelled to see his strength so very great;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So did the Abbot, and set wide the gate.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_304">[304]</a></span></div></div> <h4>LXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The monks, who saw the water fresh and good<a name="FNanchor_346" id="FNanchor_346"></a><a href="#Footnote_346" class="fnanchor">[346]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rejoiced, but much more to perceive the pork;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All animals are glad at sight of food:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They lay their breviaries to sleep, and work<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With greedy pleasure, and in such a mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That the flesh needs no salt beneath their fork.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of rankness and of rot there is no fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all the fasts are now left in arrear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The monks, who saw the water fresh and good<a id="FNanchor_346"></a><a href="#Footnote_346" class="fnanchor">[346]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Rejoiced, but much more to perceive the pork;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All animals are glad at sight of food:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They lay their breviaries to sleep, and work<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With greedy pleasure, and in such a mood,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That the flesh needs no salt beneath their fork.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of rankness and of rot there is no fear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For all the fasts are now left in arrear.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As though they wished to burst at once, they ate;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gorged so that, as if the bones had been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In water, sorely grieved the dog and cat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perceiving that they all were picked too clean.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Abbot, who to all did honour great,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A few days after this convivial scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave to Morgante a fine horse, well trained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he long time had for himself maintained.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though they wished to burst at once, they ate;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And gorged so that, as if the bones had been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In water, sorely grieved the dog and cat,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perceiving that they all were picked too clean.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot, who to all did honour great,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A few days after this convivial scene,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gave to Morgante a fine horse, well trained,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which he long time had for himself maintained.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The horse Morgante to a meadow led,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To gallop, and to put him to the proof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinking that he a back of iron had,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or to skim eggs unbroke was light enough;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the horse, sinking with the pain, fell dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And burst, while cold on earth lay head and hoof.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morgante said, "Get up, thou sulky cur!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still continued pricking with the spur.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The horse Morgante to a meadow led,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To gallop, and to put him to the proof,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thinking that he a back of iron had,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or to skim eggs unbroke was light enough;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the horse, sinking with the pain, fell dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And burst, while cold on earth lay head and hoof.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante said, "Get up, thou sulky cur!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And still continued pricking with the spur.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But finally he thought fit to dismount,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And said, "I am as light as any feather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he has burst;—to this what say you, Count?"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando answered, "Like a ship's mast rather<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You seem to me, and with the truck for front:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let him go! Fortune wills that we together<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should march, but you on foot Morgante still."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which the Giant answered," So I will.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But finally he thought fit to dismount,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And said, "I am as light as any feather,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he has burst;—to this what say you, Count?"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando answered, "Like a ship's mast rather<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_305">[305]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">You seem to me, and with the truck for front:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Let him go! Fortune wills that we together<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should march, but you on foot Morgante still."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To which the Giant answered," So I will.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"When there shall be occasion, you will see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How I approve my courage in the fight."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando said, "I really think you'll be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If it should prove God's will, a goodly knight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor will you napping there discover me.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But never mind your horse, though out of sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twere best to carry him into some wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If but the means or way I understood."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When there shall be occasion, you will see<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How I approve my courage in the fight."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando said, "I really think you'll be,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">If it should prove God's will, a goodly knight;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor will you napping there discover me.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But never mind your horse, though out of sight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twere best to carry him into some wood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If but the means or way I understood."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Giant said, "Then carry him I will,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since that to carry me he was so slack—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To render, as the gods do, good for ill;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But lend a hand to place him on my back."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando answered, "If my counsel still<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May weigh, Morgante, do not undertake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lift or carry this dead courser, who,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you have done to him, will do to you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Giant said, "Then carry him I will,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Since that to carry me he was so slack—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To render, as the gods do, good for ill;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But lend a hand to place him on my back."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando answered, "If my counsel still<br ></span> +<span class="i2">May weigh, Morgante, do not undertake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lift or carry this dead courser, who,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As you have done to him, will do to you.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Take care he don't revenge himself, though dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Nessus did of old beyond all cure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I don't know if the fact you've heard or read;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But he will make you burst, you may be sure."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But help him on my back," Morgante said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"And you shall see what weight I can endure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In place, my gentle Roland, of this palfrey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the bells, I'd carry yonder belfry."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Take care he don't revenge himself, though dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As Nessus did of old beyond all cure.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I don't know if the fact you've heard or read;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But he will make you burst, you may be sure."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"But help him on my back," Morgante said,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"And you shall see what weight I can endure.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In place, my gentle Roland, of this palfrey,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all the bells, I'd carry yonder belfry."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Abbot said, "The steeple may do well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But for the bells, you've broken them, I wot."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morgante answered, "Let them pay in Hell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The penalty who lie dead in yon grot;"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hoisting up the horse from where he fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He said, "Now look if I the gout have got,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando, in the legs,—or if I have force;"—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he made two gambols with the horse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot said, "The steeple may do well,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But for the bells, you've broken them, I wot."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante answered, "Let them pay in Hell<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The penalty who lie dead in yon grot;"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_306">[306]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hoisting up the horse from where he fell,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He said, "Now look if I the gout have got,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando, in the legs,—or if I have force;"—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then he made two gambols with the horse.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Morgante was like any mountain framed;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So if he did this 'tis no prodigy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But secretly himself Orlando blamed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because he was one of his family;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fearing that he might be hurt or maimed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once more he bade him lay his burden by:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Put down, nor bear him further the desert in."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morgante said, "I'll carry him for certain."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante was like any mountain framed;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So if he did this 'tis no prodigy;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But secretly himself Orlando blamed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because he was one of his family;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fearing that he might be hurt or maimed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Once more he bade him lay his burden by:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Put down, nor bear him further the desert in."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Morgante said, "I'll carry him for certain."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He did; and stowed him in some nook away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to the abbey then returned with speed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Orlando said, "Why longer do we stay?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Morgante, here is nought to do indeed."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Abbot by the hand he took one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And said, with great respect, he had agreed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave his reverence; but for this decision<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wished to have his pardon and permission.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He did; and stowed him in some nook away,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And to the abbey then returned with speed.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Orlando said, "Why longer do we stay?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Morgante, here is nought to do indeed."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot by the hand he took one day,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And said, with great respect, he had agreed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To leave his reverence; but for this decision<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He wished to have his pardon and permission.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The honours they continued to receive<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perhaps exceeded what his merits claimed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He said, "I mean, and quickly, to retrieve<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The lost days of time past, which may be blamed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some days ago I should have asked your leave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kind father, but I really was ashamed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And know not how to show my sentiment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much I see you with our stay content.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The honours they continued to receive<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps exceeded what his merits claimed:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He said, "I mean, and quickly, to retrieve<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The lost days of time past, which may be blamed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some days ago I should have asked your leave,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Kind father, but I really was ashamed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And know not how to show my sentiment,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So much I see you with our stay content.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But in my heart I bear through every clime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Abbot, abbey, and this solitude—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much I love you in so short a time;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For me, from Heaven reward you with all good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The God so true, the eternal Lord sublime!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose kingdom at the last hath open stood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meantime we stand expectant of your blessing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And recommend us to your prayers with pressing."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But in my heart I bear through every clime<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Abbot, abbey, and this solitude—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So much I love you in so short a time;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For me, from Heaven reward you with all good<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_307">[307]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The God so true, the eternal Lord sublime!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose kingdom at the last hath open stood.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime we stand expectant of your blessing.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And recommend us to your prayers with pressing."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now when the Abbot Count Orlando heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His heart grew soft with inner tenderness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such fervour in his bosom bred each word;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, "Cavalier," he said, "if I have less<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Courteous and kind to your great worth appeared,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than fits me for such gentle blood to express,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know I have done too little in this case;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But blame our ignorance, and this poor place.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now when the Abbot Count Orlando heard,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His heart grew soft with inner tenderness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such fervour in his bosom bred each word;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And, "Cavalier," he said, "if I have less<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Courteous and kind to your great worth appeared,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than fits me for such gentle blood to express,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know I have done too little in this case;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But blame our ignorance, and this poor place.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"We can indeed but honour you with masses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sermons, thanksgivings, and pater-nosters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hot suppers, dinners (fitting other places<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In verity much rather than the cloisters);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But such a love for you my heart embraces,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For thousand virtues which your bosom fosters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wheresoe'er you go I too shall be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, on the other part, you rest with me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We can indeed but honour you with masses,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And sermons, thanksgivings, and pater-nosters,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hot suppers, dinners (fitting other places<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In verity much rather than the cloisters);<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But such a love for you my heart embraces,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For thousand virtues which your bosom fosters,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That wheresoe'er you go I too shall be,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, on the other part, you rest with me.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"This may involve a seeming contradiction;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But you I know are sage, and feel, and taste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And understand my speech with full conviction.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For your just pious deeds may you be graced<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the Lord's great reward and benediction,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By whom you were directed to this waste:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To His high mercy is our freedom due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For which we render thanks to Him and you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This may involve a seeming contradiction;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But you I know are sage, and feel, and taste,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And understand my speech with full conviction.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For your just pious deeds may you be graced<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the Lord's great reward and benediction,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By whom you were directed to this waste:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To His high mercy is our freedom due,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For which we render thanks to Him and you.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"You saved at once our life and soul: such fear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Giants caused us, that the way was lost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By which we could pursue a fit career<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In search of Jesus and the saintly Host;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your departure breeds such sorrow here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That comfortless we all are to our cost;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But months and years you would not stay in sloth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor are you formed to wear our sober cloth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You saved at once our life and soul: such fear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Giants caused us, that the way was lost<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By which we could pursue a fit career<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In search of Jesus and the saintly Host;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_308">[308]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And your departure breeds such sorrow here,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That comfortless we all are to our cost;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But months and years you would not stay in sloth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor are you formed to wear our sober cloth,<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But to bear arms, and wield the lance; indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With these as much is done as with this cowl;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In proof of which the Scripture you may read,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This Giant up to Heaven may bear his soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By your compassion: now in peace proceed.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your state and name I seek not to unroll;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, if I'm asked, this answer shall be given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That here an angel was sent down from Heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But to bear arms, and wield the lance; indeed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With these as much is done as with this cowl;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In proof of which the Scripture you may read,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">This Giant up to Heaven may bear his soul<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By your compassion: now in peace proceed.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Your state and name I seek not to unroll;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But, if I'm asked, this answer shall be given,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That here an angel was sent down from Heaven.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"If you want armour or aught else, go in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Look o'er the wardrobe, and take what you choose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cover with it o'er this Giant's skin."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando answered, "If there should lie loose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some armour, ere our journey we begin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which might be turned to my companion's use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gift would be acceptable to me."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Abbot said to him, "Come in and see."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If you want armour or aught else, go in,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Look o'er the wardrobe, and take what you choose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cover with it o'er this Giant's skin."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando answered, "If there should lie loose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some armour, ere our journey we begin,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which might be turned to my companion's use,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gift would be acceptable to me."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot said to him, "Come in and see."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in a certain closet, where the wall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was covered with old armour like a crust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Abbot said to them, "I give you all."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Morgante rummaged piecemeal from the dust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole, which, save one cuirass<a name="FNanchor_347" id="FNanchor_347"></a><a href="#Footnote_347" class="fnanchor">[347]</a>, was too small,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that too had the mail inlaid with rust.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They wondered how it fitted him exactly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ne'er had suited others so compactly.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in a certain closet, where the wall<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Was covered with old armour like a crust,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Abbot said to them, "I give you all."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Morgante rummaged piecemeal from the dust<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The whole, which, save one cuirass<a id="FNanchor_347"></a><a href="#Footnote_347" class="fnanchor">[347]</a>, was too small,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that too had the mail inlaid with rust.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_309">[309]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They wondered how it fitted him exactly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which ne'er had suited others so compactly.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Twas an immeasurable Giant's, who<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the great Milo of Agrante fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the abbey many years ago.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The story on the wall was figured well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the last moment of the abbey's foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who long had waged a war implacable:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Precisely as the war occurred they drew him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there was Milo as he overthrew him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas an immeasurable Giant's, who<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By the great Milo of Agrante fell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before the abbey many years ago.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The story on the wall was figured well;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the last moment of the abbey's foe,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who long had waged a war implacable:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Precisely as the war occurred they drew him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there was Milo as he overthrew him.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seeing this history, Count Orlando said<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his own heart, "O God who in the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know'st all things! how was Milo hither led?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who caused the Giant in this place to die?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And certain letters, weeping, then he read,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So that he could not keep his visage dry,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I will tell in the ensuing story:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From evil keep you the high King of Glory!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeing this history, Count Orlando said<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In his own heart, "O God who in the sky<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Know'st all things! how was Milo hither led?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who caused the Giant in this place to die?"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And certain letters, weeping, then he read,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So that he could not keep his visage dry,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I will tell in the ensuing story:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From evil keep you the high King of Glory!<br ></span> </div></div> <p>[<span class="smcap">Note to Stanza v. Lines</span> 1, 2.—In an Edition of the <i>Morgante Maggiore</i> issued at Florence by G. Pulci, in 1900, line 2 of stanza v. runs thus—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Com' egli ebbe un Ormanno e 'l suo Turpino."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Com' egli ebbe un Ormanno e 'l suo Turpino."<br ></span> </div></div> <p>The allusion to "Ormanno," who has been identified with a mythical @@ -15159,7 +15114,7 @@ Rossi, of the University of Pavia.]</p> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_332" id="Footnote_332"></a><a href="#FNanchor_332"> +<p><a id="Footnote_332"></a><a href="#FNanchor_332"> <span class="label">[332]</span></a> <a id="Note_283"></a>{283}[Matteo Maria Bojardo (1434-1494) published his <i>Orlando Innamorato</i> in 1486; Lodovico Ariosto (1474-1533) published the <i>Orlando Furioso</i> in 1516. A first edition of Cantos I.-XXV. of Luigi @@ -15168,20 +15123,20 @@ by Luca Veneziano in 1481. Francesco Berni, who recast the <i>Orlando Innamorato</i>, was born circ. 1490, and died in 1536.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_333" id="Footnote_333"></a><a href="#FNanchor_333"> +<p><a id="Footnote_333"></a><a href="#FNanchor_333"> <span class="label">[333]</span></a> [John Hermann Merivale (1779-1844), the father of Charles Merivale, the historian (Dean of Ely, 1869), and of Herman, Under-Secretary for India, published his <i>Orlando in Roncesvalles</i> in 1814.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_334" id="Footnote_334"></a><a href="#FNanchor_334"> +<p><a id="Footnote_334"></a><a href="#FNanchor_334"> <span class="label">[334]</span></a> <a id="Note_284"></a>{284}[Parson Adams and Barnabas are characters in <i>Joseph Andrews</i>; Thwackum and Supple, in <i>The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_335" id="Footnote_335"></a><a href="#FNanchor_335"> +<p><a id="Footnote_335"></a><a href="#FNanchor_335"> <span class="label">[335]</span></a> <a id="Note_285"></a>{285}[Byron insisted, in the first place with Murray (February 7, 1820, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 402), and afterwards, no doubt, with the Hunts, that his translation of the <i>Morgante Maggiore</i> should @@ -15190,70 +15145,70 @@ present issue a few stanzas are inserted for purposes of comparison, but it has not been thought necessary to reprint the whole of the Canto. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">"IL MORGANTE MAGGIORE.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">"IL MORGANTE MAGGIORE.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i15">ARGOMENTO.<br /></span> +<span class="i15">ARGOMENTO.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Vivendo Carlo Magno Imperadore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Co' Paladini in festa e in allegria,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Orlando contra Gano traditore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">S'adira, e parte verso Pagania:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Giunge a un deserto, e del bestial furore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Di tre giganti salva una badia,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che due n'uccide, e con Morgante elegge,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Di buon sozio e d'amico usar la legge."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Vivendo Carlo Magno Imperadore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Co' Paladini in festa e in allegria,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Orlando contra Gano traditore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">S'adira, e parte verso Pagania:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Giunge a un deserto, e del bestial furore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Di tre giganti salva una badia,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che due n'uccide, e con Morgante elegge,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Di buon sozio e d'amico usar la legge."<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i14">CANTO PRIMO.<br /></span> +<span class="i14">CANTO PRIMO.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">I.<br /></span> +<span class="i20">I.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"In principio era il Verbo appresso a Dio;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ed era Iddio il Verbo, e 'l Verbo lui:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quest' era nel principio, al parer mio;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E nulla si può far sanza costui:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Però, giusto Signor benigno e pio,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mandami solo un de gli angeli tui,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che m'accompagni, e rechimi a memoria<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Una famosa antica e degna storia.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In principio era il Verbo appresso a Dio;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ed era Iddio il Verbo, e 'l Verbo lui:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Quest' era nel principio, al parer mio;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E nulla si può far sanza costui:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Però, giusto Signor benigno e pio,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Mandami solo un de gli angeli tui,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che m'accompagni, e rechimi a memoria<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Una famosa antica e degna storia.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">II.<br /></span> +<span class="i20">II.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"E tu, Vergine, figlia, e madre, e sposa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Di quel Signor, che ti dette le chiave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Del cielo e dell' abisso, e d' ogni cosa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quel di che Gabriel tuo ti disse Ave!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perchè tu se' de' tuo' servi pietosa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Con dolce rime, e stil grato e soave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ajuta i versi miei benignamente,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E'nsino al fine allumina la mente.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"E tu, Vergine, figlia, e madre, e sposa,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Di quel Signor, che ti dette le chiave<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Del cielo e dell' abisso, e d' ogni cosa,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Quel di che Gabriel tuo ti disse Ave!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perchè tu se' de' tuo' servi pietosa,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Con dolce rime, e stil grato e soave,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ajuta i versi miei benignamente,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E'nsino al fine allumina la mente.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">III.<br /></span> +<span class="i20">III.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Era nel tempo, quando Filomena<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Colla sorella si lamenta e plora,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che si ricorda di sua antica pena,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E pe' boschetti le ninfe innamora,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E Febo il carro temperato mena,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che 'l suo Fetonte l'ammaestra ancora;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ed appariva appunto all' orizzonte,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tal che Titon si graffiava la fronte:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Era nel tempo, quando Filomena<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Colla sorella si lamenta e plora,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che si ricorda di sua antica pena,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E pe' boschetti le ninfe innamora,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E Febo il carro temperato mena,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che 'l suo Fetonte l'ammaestra ancora;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ed appariva appunto all' orizzonte,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Tal che Titon si graffiava la fronte:<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">IV.<br /></span> +<span class="i20">IV.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Quand'io varai la mia barchetta, prima<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Per ubbidir chi sempre ubbidir debbe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">La mente, e faticarsi in prosa e in rima,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E del mio Carlo Imperador m'increbbe;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che so quanti la penna ha posto in cima,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che tutti la sua gloria prevarrebbe:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E stata quella istoria, a quel ch'i' veggio,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Di Carlo male intesa, e scritta peggio."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Quand'io varai la mia barchetta, prima<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Per ubbidir chi sempre ubbidir debbe<br ></span> +<span class="i2">La mente, e faticarsi in prosa e in rima,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E del mio Carlo Imperador m'increbbe;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che so quanti la penna ha posto in cima,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che tutti la sua gloria prevarrebbe:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E stata quella istoria, a quel ch'i' veggio,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Di Carlo male intesa, e scritta peggio."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_336" id="Footnote_336"></a><a href="#FNanchor_336"> +<p><a id="Footnote_336"></a><a href="#FNanchor_336"> <span class="label">[336]</span></a> <a id="Note_287"></a>{287}[Philomela and Procne were daughters of Pandion, King of Attica. Tereus, son of Ares, wedded Procne, and, after the birth of her son Itys, concealed his wife in the country, with a view to @@ -15265,7 +15220,7 @@ Procne became a swallow, and Philomela a nightingale. So Hyginus, <i>Fabulæ</i>, xlv.; but there are other versions of Philomela's woes.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_337" id="Footnote_337"></a><a href="#FNanchor_337"> +<p><a id="Footnote_337"></a><a href="#FNanchor_337"> <span class="label">[337]</span></a> [In the first edition of the <i>Morgante Maggiore</i> (Firenze, 1482 [<i>B.M</i>.G. 10834]), which is said (<i>vide</i> the <i>colophon</i>) to have been issued "under the correction of the author, line 2 of this @@ -15282,7 +15237,7 @@ Gibbon's <i>Decline and Fall</i>, 1825, iii. 376, note 1, and Hallam's <i>et vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_309">p. 309</a>.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_338" id="Footnote_338"></a><a href="#FNanchor_338"> +<p><a id="Footnote_338"></a><a href="#FNanchor_338"> <span class="label">[338]</span></a> <a id="Note_288"></a>{288}[For an account of the Benedictine Monastery of San Liberatore alla Majella, which lies to the south of Manoppello (eight miles southwest of Chieto, in the Abruzzi), see <i>Monumenti Storici ed. @@ -15292,61 +15247,61 @@ pp. 655, <i>sq</i>. The abbey is in a ruinous condition, but on the walls of Charlemagne, holding in his hands the deed of gift of the Abbey lands.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_339" id="Footnote_339"></a><a href="#FNanchor_339"> +<p><a id="Footnote_339"></a><a href="#FNanchor_339"> <span class="label">[339]</span></a> [That is, the valley of Jehoshaphat, the "valley where Jehovah judges" (see Joel iii. 2-12); and, hence, a favourite burial-ground of Jews and Moslems.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_340" id="Footnote_340"></a><a href="#FNanchor_340"> +<p><a id="Footnote_340"></a><a href="#FNanchor_340"> <span class="label">[340]</span></a> [The text as it stands is meaningless. Probably Byron wrote "dost arise." The reference is no doubt to the supposed restoration of Florence by Charlemagne.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_341" id="Footnote_341"></a><a href="#FNanchor_341"> +<p><a id="Footnote_341"></a><a href="#FNanchor_341"> <span class="label">[341]</span></a> <a id="Note_289"></a>{289}["The <i>Morgante</i> is in truth the epic of treason, and the character of Gano, as an accomplished but not utterly abandoned Judas, is admirably sustained throughout."—<i>Renaissance in Italy</i>, 1881, iv. 444.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_342" id="Footnote_342"></a><a href="#FNanchor_342"> +<p><a id="Footnote_342"></a><a href="#FNanchor_342"> <span class="label">[342]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["Così per Carlo Magno e per Orlando,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Due ne segui lo mio attento sguardo,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Com' occhio segue suo falcon volando."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["Così per Carlo Magno e per Orlando,<br ></span> +<span class="i3">Due ne segui lo mio attento sguardo,<br ></span> +<span class="i3">Com' occhio segue suo falcon volando."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Del Paradiso</i>, Canto XVIII. lines 43-45.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_343" id="Footnote_343"></a><a href="#FNanchor_343"> +<p><a id="Footnote_343"></a><a href="#FNanchor_343"> <span class="label">[343]</span></a> <a id="Note_296"></a>{296}["Macon" is another form of "Mahomet." Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O Macon! break in twain the steeléd lance."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O Macon! break in twain the steeléd lance."<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Fairfax's Tasso, <i>Gerusalemme Liberata</i>, book ix. stanza xxx. line i.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_344" id="Footnote_344"></a><a href="#FNanchor_344"> +<p><a id="Footnote_344"></a><a href="#FNanchor_344"> <span class="label">[344]</span></a> [Pulci seems to have been the originator of the humorous understatement. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Bret Harte's Poems, <i>The Society upon the Stanislaus</i>, line 26.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_345" id="Footnote_345"></a><a href="#FNanchor_345"> +<p><a id="Footnote_345"></a><a href="#FNanchor_345"> <span class="label">[345]</span></a> <a id="Note_303"></a>{303} "Gli dette in su la testa un gran punzone." It is strange that Pulci should have literally anticipated the technical terms of my old friend and master, Jackson, and the art which he has carried @@ -15356,14 +15311,14 @@ of our best pugilists, who little dream that they are talking the purest Tuscan.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_346" id="Footnote_346"></a><a href="#FNanchor_346"> +<p><a id="Footnote_346"></a><a href="#FNanchor_346"> <span class="label">[346]</span></a> <a id="Note_304"></a>{304}["Half a dozen invectives against tyranny confiscate C<span class="sup">d.</span> H<span class="sup">d.</span> in a month; and eight and twenty cantos of quizzing Monks, Knights, and Church Government, are let loose for centuries."—Letter to Murray, May 8, 1820, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 21.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_347" id="Footnote_347"></a><a href="#FNanchor_347"> +<p><a id="Footnote_347"></a><a href="#FNanchor_347"> <span class="label">[347]</span></a> <a id="Note_308"></a>{308}[Byron could not make up his mind with regard to the translation of the Italian <i>sbergo</i>, which he had, correctly, rendered "cuirass." He was under the impression that the word "meant <i>helmet</i> @@ -15379,20 +15334,20 @@ armadura del busto, corazza." (See, too, for an authority quoted in the </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_311">[311]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="FRANCESCA_OF_RIMINI" id="FRANCESCA_OF_RIMINI"></a> +<h2><a id="FRANCESCA_OF_RIMINI"></a> FRANCESCA OF RIMINI. </h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>FRANCESCA OF RIMINI</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> @@ -15427,7 +15382,7 @@ been published four years, but had remained in utter obscurity, was at once eagerly sought after. About a thousand copies of the first edition, that remained on hand, were immediately disposed of; in less than three months a new edition was called for." Moreover, the <i>Quarterly</i> and -<i>Edinburgh Reviews</i> were loud in its<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> praises (<i>Memoir of H. F. Cary</i>, +<i>Edinburgh Reviews</i> were loud in its<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> praises (<i>Memoir of H. F. Cary</i>, 1847, ii. 28). Byron seems to have thought that a fragment of the <i>Inferno</i>, "versed like the original," would challenge comparison with Cary's rendering in blank verse, and would lend an additional interest @@ -15437,7 +15392,7 @@ remained unpublished till it appeared in the pages of <i>The Letters and Journals of Lord Byron</i>, 1830, ii. 309-311. (For separate translations of the episode, see <i>Stories of the Italian Poets</i>, by Leigh Hunt, 1846, i. 393-395, and for a rendering in blank verse by Lord [John] Russell, -see <i>Literary Souvenir</i>, 1830, pp. 285-287.)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span></p> +see <i>Literary Souvenir</i>, 1830, pp. 285-287.)<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_315">[315]</a></span></p> <div style="background-color:#DDD;"> <p><b>Transcriber's Note</b>: In the original work the Italian verse @@ -15448,135 +15403,135 @@ copy of this etext in a new window. </p> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p> -<h3>FRANCESCA OF RIMINI<a name="FNanchor_348" id="FNanchor_348"></a><a href="#Footnote_348" class="fnanchor">[348]</a> -<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p> +<h3>FRANCESCA OF RIMINI<a id="FNanchor_348"></a><a href="#Footnote_348" class="fnanchor">[348]</a> +<br > <span style="font-size:smaller;">FROM THE <i>INFERNO</i> OF DANTE.</span> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h3>CANTO THE FIFTH. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The Land where I was born<a name="FNanchor_349" id="FNanchor_349"></a><a href="#Footnote_349" class="fnanchor">[349]</a> sits by the Seas<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon that shore to which the Po descends,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all his followers, in search of peace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love, which the gentle heart soon apprehends,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seized him for the fair person which was ta'en<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From me<a name="FNanchor_350" id="FNanchor_350"></a><a href="#Footnote_350" class="fnanchor">[350]</a>, and me even yet the mode offends.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love, who to none beloved to love again<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remits, seized me with wish to please, so strong<a name="FNanchor_351" id="FNanchor_351"></a><a href="#Footnote_351" class="fnanchor">[351]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That, as thou see'st, yet, yet it doth remain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love to one death conducted us along,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But Caina<a name="FNanchor_352" id="FNanchor_352"></a><a href="#Footnote_352" class="fnanchor">[352]</a> waits for him our life who ended:"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These were the accents uttered by her tongue.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I first listened to these Souls offended,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I bowed my visage, and so kept it till—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'What think'st thou?' said the bard<a name="FNanchor_353" id="FNanchor_353"></a><a href="#Footnote_353" class="fnanchor">[353]</a>; when I unbended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And recommenced: 'Alas! unto such ill<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How many sweet thoughts, what strong ecstacies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Led these their evil fortune to fulfill!'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I turned unto their side my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And said, 'Francesca, thy sad destinies<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have made me sorrow till the tears arise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But tell me, in the Season of sweet sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By what and how thy Love to Passion rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So as his dim desires to recognize?'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then she to me: 'The greatest of all woes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is to remind us of our happy days<a name="FNanchor_co" id="FNanchor_co"></a><a href="#Footnote_co" class="fnanchor">[co]</a><a name="FNanchor_354" id="FNanchor_354"></a><a href="#Footnote_354" class="fnanchor">[354]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">In misery, and that thy teacher knows.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if to learn our Passion's first root preys<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon thy spirit with such Sympathy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I will do even as he who weeps and says.<a name="FNanchor_cp" id="FNanchor_cp"></a><a href="#Footnote_cp" class="fnanchor">[cp]</a><a name="FNanchor_355" id="FNanchor_355"></a><a href="#Footnote_355" class="fnanchor">[355]</a><span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We read one day for pastime, seated nigh,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Lancilot, how Love enchained him too.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We were alone, quite unsuspiciously.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But oft our eyes met, and our Cheeks in hue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All o'er discoloured by that reading were;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But one point only wholly us o'erthrew;<a name="FNanchor_cq" id="FNanchor_cq"></a><a href="#Footnote_cq" class="fnanchor">[cq]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we read the long-sighed-for smile of her,<a name="FNanchor_cr" id="FNanchor_cr"></a><a href="#Footnote_cr" class="fnanchor">[cr]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be thus kissed by such devoted lover,<a name="FNanchor_cs" id="FNanchor_cs"></a><a href="#Footnote_cs" class="fnanchor">[cs]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">He, who from me can be divided ne'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kissed my mouth, trembling in the act all over:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Accurséd was the book and he who wrote!<a name="FNanchor_356" id="FNanchor_356"></a><a href="#Footnote_356" class="fnanchor">[356]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">That day no further leaf we did uncover.'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While thus one Spirit told us of their lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The other wept, so that with Pity's thralls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I swooned, as if by Death I had been smote,<a name="FNanchor_357" id="FNanchor_357"></a><a href="#Footnote_357" class="fnanchor">[357]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fell down even as a dead body falls."<a name="FNanchor_358" id="FNanchor_358"></a><a href="#Footnote_358" class="fnanchor">[358]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The Land where I was born<a id="FNanchor_349"></a><a href="#Footnote_349" class="fnanchor">[349]</a> sits by the Seas<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Upon that shore to which the Po descends,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With all his followers, in search of peace.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Love, which the gentle heart soon apprehends,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Seized him for the fair person which was ta'en<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From me<a id="FNanchor_350"></a><a href="#Footnote_350" class="fnanchor">[350]</a>, and me even yet the mode offends.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Love, who to none beloved to love again<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_319">[319]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Remits, seized me with wish to please, so strong<a id="FNanchor_351"></a><a href="#Footnote_351" class="fnanchor">[351]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That, as thou see'st, yet, yet it doth remain.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Love to one death conducted us along,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">But Caina<a id="FNanchor_352"></a><a href="#Footnote_352" class="fnanchor">[352]</a> waits for him our life who ended:"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">These were the accents uttered by her tongue.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since I first listened to these Souls offended,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I bowed my visage, and so kept it till—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'What think'st thou?' said the bard<a id="FNanchor_353"></a><a href="#Footnote_353" class="fnanchor">[353]</a>; when I unbended,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And recommenced: 'Alas! unto such ill<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How many sweet thoughts, what strong ecstacies,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Led these their evil fortune to fulfill!'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then I turned unto their side my eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And said, 'Francesca, thy sad destinies<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Have made me sorrow till the tears arise.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But tell me, in the Season of sweet sighs,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By what and how thy Love to Passion rose,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So as his dim desires to recognize?'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then she to me: 'The greatest of all woes<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is to remind us of our happy days<a id="FNanchor_co"></a><a href="#Footnote_co" class="fnanchor">[co]</a><a id="FNanchor_354"></a><a href="#Footnote_354" class="fnanchor">[354]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">In misery, and that thy teacher knows.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But if to learn our Passion's first root preys<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Upon thy spirit with such Sympathy,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I will do even as he who weeps and says.<a id="FNanchor_cp"></a><a href="#Footnote_cp" class="fnanchor">[cp]</a><a id="FNanchor_355"></a><a href="#Footnote_355" class="fnanchor">[355]</a><span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We read one day for pastime, seated nigh,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_321">[321]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Lancilot, how Love enchained him too.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">We were alone, quite unsuspiciously.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But oft our eyes met, and our Cheeks in hue<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All o'er discoloured by that reading were;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But one point only wholly us o'erthrew;<a id="FNanchor_cq"></a><a href="#Footnote_cq" class="fnanchor">[cq]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When we read the long-sighed-for smile of her,<a id="FNanchor_cr"></a><a href="#Footnote_cr" class="fnanchor">[cr]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">To be thus kissed by such devoted lover,<a id="FNanchor_cs"></a><a href="#Footnote_cs" class="fnanchor">[cs]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">He, who from me can be divided ne'er,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Kissed my mouth, trembling in the act all over:<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Accurséd was the book and he who wrote!<a id="FNanchor_356"></a><a href="#Footnote_356" class="fnanchor">[356]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">That day no further leaf we did uncover.'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While thus one Spirit told us of their lot,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The other wept, so that with Pity's thralls<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I swooned, as if by Death I had been smote,<a id="FNanchor_357"></a><a href="#Footnote_357" class="fnanchor">[357]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fell down even as a dead body falls."<a id="FNanchor_358"></a><a href="#Footnote_358" class="fnanchor">[358]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>March</i> 20, 1820.</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span></p> -<h3>FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_316">[316]</a></span></p> +<h3>FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.<br > <span style="font-size:smaller;">DANTE, L'INFERNO.</span> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h3>CANTO QUINTO. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Siede</span> la terra dove nata fui<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sulla marina, dove il Po discende<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Per aver pace co' seguaci sui.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amor, che al cor gentil ratto s'apprende,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Prese costui della bella persona<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che mi fu tolta, e il modo ancor m' offende.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mi prese del costui piacer si forte,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che, come vedi, ancor non mi abbandona.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amor condusse noi ad una morte:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Caino attende chi vita ci spense.'<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Queste parole da lor ci fur porte.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Da che io intesi quelle anime offense<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chinai 'l viso, e tanto il tenni basso,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Finchè il Poeta mi disse: 'Che pense?'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quando risposi, cominciai: 'O lasso!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quanti dolci pensier, quanto disio<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Menò costoro al doloroso passo!'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poi mi rivolsi a loro, e parla' io,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E cominciai: 'Francesca, i tuoi martiri<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A lagrimar mi fanno tristo e pio.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ma dimmi: al tempo de' dolci sospiri<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A che e come concedette Amore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che conoscesti i dubbiosi desiri?'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ed ella a me: 'Nessun maggior dolore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Che ricordarsi del tempo felice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nella miseria; e ciò sa il tuo dottore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ma se a conoscer la prima radice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Del nostro amor tu hai cotanto affetto<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Farò come colui che piange e dice.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noi leggevamo un giorno per diletto<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Di Lancelotto, come Amor lo strinse:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soli eravamo, e senza alcun sospetto.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quando leggemmo il disiato riso<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Esser baciato da cotanto amante,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Galeotto fu il libro, e chi lo scrisse—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mentre che l'uno spirto questo disse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">L'altro piangeva sì che di pietade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Io venni meno cos com' io morisse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E caddi, come corpo morto cade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Siede</span> la terra dove nata fui<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Sulla marina, dove il Po discende<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Per aver pace co' seguaci sui.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amor, che al cor gentil ratto s'apprende,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Prese costui della bella persona<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che mi fu tolta, e il modo ancor m' offende.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_318">[318]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Mi prese del costui piacer si forte,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che, come vedi, ancor non mi abbandona.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amor condusse noi ad una morte:<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Caino attende chi vita ci spense.'<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Queste parole da lor ci fur porte.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Da che io intesi quelle anime offense<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Chinai 'l viso, e tanto il tenni basso,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Finchè il Poeta mi disse: 'Che pense?'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quando risposi, cominciai: 'O lasso!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Quanti dolci pensier, quanto disio<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Menò costoro al doloroso passo!'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Poi mi rivolsi a loro, e parla' io,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">E cominciai: 'Francesca, i tuoi martiri<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A lagrimar mi fanno tristo e pio.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ma dimmi: al tempo de' dolci sospiri<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A che e come concedette Amore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che conoscesti i dubbiosi desiri?'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ed ella a me: 'Nessun maggior dolore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Che ricordarsi del tempo felice<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nella miseria; e ciò sa il tuo dottore.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ma se a conoscer la prima radice<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Del nostro amor tu hai cotanto affetto<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Farò come colui che piange e dice.<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Noi leggevamo un giorno per diletto<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_320">[320]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Di Lancelotto, come Amor lo strinse:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Soli eravamo, e senza alcun sospetto.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quando leggemmo il disiato riso<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Esser baciato da cotanto amante,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante:<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Galeotto fu il libro, e chi lo scrisse—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mentre che l'uno spirto questo disse,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">L'altro piangeva sì che di pietade<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Io venni meno cos com' io morisse;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">E caddi, come corpo morto cade.<br ></span> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_348" id="Footnote_348"></a><a href="#FNanchor_348"> +<p><a id="Footnote_348"></a><a href="#FNanchor_348"> <span class="label">[348]</span></a> <a id="Note_317"></a>{317} [Dante, in his <i>Inferno</i> (Canto V. lines 97-142), places Francesca and her lover Paolo among the lustful in the second circle of Hell. Francesca, daughter of Guido Vecchio da Polenta, Lord of @@ -15592,7 +15547,7 @@ were surprised together, and Gianciotto slew both his brother and his wife.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_349" id="Footnote_349"></a><a href="#FNanchor_349"> +<p><a id="Footnote_349"></a><a href="#FNanchor_349"> <span class="label">[349]</span></a> ["On arrive à Ravenne en longeant une forèt de pins qui a sept lieues de long, et qui me semblait un immense bois funèbre servant d'avenue au sépulcre commun de ces deux grandes puissances. A peine y @@ -15612,28 +15567,28 @@ Trebbia, la Bormida, le Taro...."—<i>La Grèce, Rome, et Dante</i> ( Dantesque"), par M. J. J. Ampère, 1850, pp. 311-313.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_350" id="Footnote_350"></a><a href="#FNanchor_350"> +<p><a id="Footnote_350"></a><a href="#FNanchor_350"> <span class="label">[350]</span></a> [The meaning is that she was despoiled of her beauty by death, and that the manner of her death excites her indignation still. "Among Lord Byron's unpublished letters we find the following varied readings of the translation from Dante:— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seized him for the fair person, which in its<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bloom was ta'en from me, yet the mode offends.<br /></span> -<span class="i22"><i>or</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seized him for the fair form, of which in its<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bloom I was reft, and yet the mode offends.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love, which to none beloved to love remits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seized him for the fair person, which in its<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bloom was ta'en from me, yet the mode offends.<br ></span> +<span class="i22"><i>or</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seized him for the fair form, of which in its<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bloom I was reft, and yet the mode offends.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Love, which to none beloved to love remits,<br ></span> <span class="i0">Seized me <span style="font-size:200%;vertical-align:-0.2em;">{</span> <span style="vertical-align:1em;margin:auto 1em auto 0;">with mutual wish to please</span> <span style="vertical-align:0;margin:auto 1em auto -11em;">wish of pleasing him</span> <span style="vertical-align:-1em;margin:auto 1em auto -11em;">with the desire to please</span> <span style="font-size:200%;vertical-align:-0.2em;">}</span> -so strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, as thou see'st, not yet that passion quits, etc.<br /></span> +so strong,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That, as thou see'st, not yet that passion quits, etc.<br ></span> </div></div> <p> You will find these readings vary from the MS. I sent you. They are @@ -15642,35 +15597,35 @@ them as variations. They are all close to the text."—<i>Works of Lord Byron</i>, 1832, xii. 5, note 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_351" id="Footnote_351"></a><a href="#FNanchor_351"> +<p><a id="Footnote_351"></a><a href="#FNanchor_351"> <span class="label">[351]</span></a> <a id="Note_318"></a>{318} ["The man's desire is for the woman; but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man."—S. T. Coleridge, <i>Table Talk</i>, July 23, 1827.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_352" id="Footnote_352"></a><a href="#FNanchor_352"> +<p><a id="Footnote_352"></a><a href="#FNanchor_352"> <span class="label">[352]</span></a> [Caïna is the first belt of Cocytus, that is, circle ix. of the Inferno, in which fratricides and betrayers of their kindred are immersed up to the neck.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_353" id="Footnote_353"></a><a href="#FNanchor_353"> +<p><a id="Footnote_353"></a><a href="#FNanchor_353"> <span class="label">[353]</span></a> [Virgil.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_co" id="Footnote_co"></a><a href="#FNanchor_co"> +<p><a id="Footnote_co"></a><a href="#FNanchor_co"> <span class="label">[co]</span></a> <a id="Note_319"></a>{319} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Is to recall to mind our happy days</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>In misery, and this thy teacher knows</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Is to recall to mind our happy days</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>In misery, and this thy teacher knows</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_354" id="Footnote_354"></a><a href="#FNanchor_354"> +<p><a id="Footnote_354"></a><a href="#FNanchor_354"> <span class="label">[354]</span></a> [The sentiment is derived from Boethius: "<i>In omni adversitate fortunæ infelicissimum genus est infortunii, fuisse felicem</i>."—<i>De Consolat. Philos. Lib. II. Prosa</i> 4. The earlier @@ -15682,35 +15637,35 @@ was suffering the bitter experience of having "known better days." Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For of fortunes sharp adversitee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The worst kinde of infortune is this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man to have ben in prosperitee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it remembren whan it passéd is."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For of fortunes sharp adversitee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The worst kinde of infortune is this,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A man to have ben in prosperitee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And it remembren whan it passéd is."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Troilus and Criseyde</i>, Bk. III. stanza ccxxxiii. lines 1-4. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"E perché rimembrare il ben perduto<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fa più meschino lo stato presente."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"E perché rimembrare il ben perduto<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Fa più meschino lo stato presente."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Fortiguerra's <i>Ricciardetto</i>, Canto XI. stanza lxxxiii. </p><p> Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Tennyson's <i>Locksley Hall</i>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cp" id="Footnote_cp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cp"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cp"> <span class="label">[cp]</span></a> <i>I will relate as he who weeps and says</i>.—[MS.] (The sense is, <i>I will do even as one who relates while weeping</i>.)</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_355" id="Footnote_355"></a><a href="#FNanchor_355"> +<p><a id="Footnote_355"></a><a href="#FNanchor_355"> <span class="label">[355]</span></a> [Byron affixed the following note to line 126 of the Italian: "In some of the editions it is 'dirò,' in others 'faro;'—an essential difference between 'saying' and 'doing' which I know not how @@ -15719,20 +15674,20 @@ Commedia</i>, Firenze, 1892, and the <i>Opere de Dante</i>, Oxford, 1897, the reading is <i>faro</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cq" id="Footnote_cq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cq"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cq"> <span class="label">[cq]</span></a> <a id="Note_321"></a>{321}——<i>wholly overthrew</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cr" id="Footnote_cr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cr"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cr"> <span class="label">[cr]</span></a> <i>When we read the desired-for smile of her</i>. [MS, Alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cs" id="Footnote_cs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cs"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cs"> <span class="label">[cs]</span></a>—<i>by such a fervent lover</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_356" id="Footnote_356"></a><a href="#FNanchor_356"> +<p><a id="Footnote_356"></a><a href="#FNanchor_356"> <span class="label">[356]</span></a> ["A Gallehault was the book and he who wrote it" (A. J. Butler). "Writer and book were Gallehault to our will" (E. J. Plumptre). The book which the lovers were reading is entitled <i>L'Illustre et Famosa @@ -15744,7 +15699,7 @@ vol. i. p. 229. The Gallehault of the <i>Lancilotto</i>, the shameless <i>Morte d'Arthur</i>.']</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_357" id="Footnote_357"></a><a href="#FNanchor_357"> +<p><a id="Footnote_357"></a><a href="#FNanchor_357"> <span class="label">[357]</span></a> [Dante was in his twentieth, or twenty-first year when the tragedy of Francesca and Paolo was enacted, not at Rimini, but at Pesaro. Some acquaintance he may have had with her, through his friend @@ -15752,92 +15707,92 @@ Guido (not her father, but probably her nephew), enough to account for the peculiar emotion caused by her sanguinary doom.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_358" id="Footnote_358"></a><a href="#FNanchor_358"> +<p><a id="Footnote_358"></a><a href="#FNanchor_358"> <span class="label">[358]</span></a> </p> <p><span class="smcap">Alternative Versions Transcribed by Mrs. Shelley.</span></p> <p class="attrib"><i>March</i> 20, 1820.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">line 4: Love, which too soon the soft heart apprehends,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Seized him for the fair form, the which was there<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Torn from me, and even yet the mode offends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">line 8: Remits, seized him for me with joy so strong—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">line 12: These were the words then uttered—<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Since I had first perceived these souls offended,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I bowed my visage and so kept it till—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">"What think'st thou?" said the bard, whom I (<i>sic</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And then commenced—"Alas unto such ill—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">line 18: Led these? "and then I turned me to them still<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And spoke, "Francesca, thy sad destinies<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Have made me sad and tender even to tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">By what and how Love overcame your fears,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">So ye might recognize his dim desires?"<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Then she to me, "No greater grief appears<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Than, when the time of happiness expires,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">To recollect, and this your teacher knows.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But if to find the first root of our—<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Thou seek'st with such a sympathy in woes,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I will do even as he who weeps and speaks.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">We read one day for pleasure, sitting close,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Of Launcelot, where forth his passion breaks.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">We were alone and we suspected nought,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">But oft our eyes exchanged, and changed our cheeks.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">When we read the desiring smile of her<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Who to be kissed by such true lover sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He who from me can be divided ne'er<br /></span> -<span class="i8">All tremulously kissed my trembling mouth.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Accursed the book and he who wrote it were—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">That day no further did we read in sooth."<br /></span> -<span class="i5">While the one spirit in this manner spoke<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The other wept, so that, for very ruth,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">I felt as if my trembling heart had broke,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">To see the misery which both enthralls:<br /></span> -<span class="i5">So that I swooned as dying with the stroke,—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">And fell down even as a dead body falls.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8"> Another version of the same.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">line 21: Have made me sad even until the tears arise—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">line 27: In wretchedness, and that your teacher knows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">line 31: We read one day for pleasure—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Of Launcelot, how passion shook his frame.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">We were alone all unsuspiciously.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">But oft our eyes met and our cheeks the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Pale and discoloured by that reading were;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But one part only wholly overcame;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">When we read the desiring smile of her<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Who sought the kiss of such devoted lover;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">He who from me can be divided ne'er<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Kissed my mouth, trembling to that kiss all over!<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Accurséd was that book and he who wrote—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">That day we did no further page uncover."<br /></span> -<span class="i5">While thus—etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">line 45: I swooned to death with sympathetic thought—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i15"> [Another version.]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">line 33: We were alone, and we suspected nought.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But oft our meeting eyes made pale our cheeks,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Urged by that reading for our ruin wrought;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">But one point only wholly overcame:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">When we read the desiring smile which sought<br /></span> -<span class="i8">By such true lover to be kissed—the same<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Who from my side can be divided ne'er<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Kissed my mouth, trembling o'er all his frame!<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Accurst the book, etc., etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i15"> [Another version.]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">line 33: We were alone and—etc.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But one point only 'twas our ruin wrought.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">When we read the desiring smile of her<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Who to be kissed of such true lover sought;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">He who for me, etc., etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">line 4: Love, which too soon the soft heart apprehends,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Seized him for the fair form, the which was there<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Torn from me, and even yet the mode offends.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">line 8: Remits, seized him for me with joy so strong—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">line 12: These were the words then uttered—<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Since I had first perceived these souls offended,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">I bowed my visage and so kept it till—<br ></span> +<span class="i8">"What think'st thou?" said the bard, whom I (<i>sic</i>)<br ></span> +<span class="i5">And then commenced—"Alas unto such ill—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">line 18: Led these? "and then I turned me to them still<br ></span> +<span class="i5">And spoke, "Francesca, thy sad destinies<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Have made me sad and tender even to tears,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs,<br ></span> +<span class="i5">By what and how Love overcame your fears,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">So ye might recognize his dim desires?"<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Then she to me, "No greater grief appears<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Than, when the time of happiness expires,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">To recollect, and this your teacher knows.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">But if to find the first root of our—<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Thou seek'st with such a sympathy in woes,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">I will do even as he who weeps and speaks.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">We read one day for pleasure, sitting close,<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Of Launcelot, where forth his passion breaks.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">We were alone and we suspected nought,<br ></span> +<span class="i5">But oft our eyes exchanged, and changed our cheeks.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">When we read the desiring smile of her<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Who to be kissed by such true lover sought,<br ></span> +<span class="i5">He who from me can be divided ne'er<br ></span> +<span class="i8">All tremulously kissed my trembling mouth.<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Accursed the book and he who wrote it were—<br ></span> +<span class="i8">That day no further did we read in sooth."<br ></span> +<span class="i5">While the one spirit in this manner spoke<br ></span> +<span class="i8">The other wept, so that, for very ruth,<br ></span> +<span class="i5">I felt as if my trembling heart had broke,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">To see the misery which both enthralls:<br ></span> +<span class="i5">So that I swooned as dying with the stroke,—<br ></span> +<span class="i8">And fell down even as a dead body falls.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8"> Another version of the same.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">line 21: Have made me sad even until the tears arise—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">line 27: In wretchedness, and that your teacher knows.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">line 31: We read one day for pleasure—<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Of Launcelot, how passion shook his frame.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">We were alone all unsuspiciously.<br ></span> +<span class="i5">But oft our eyes met and our cheeks the same,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Pale and discoloured by that reading were;<br ></span> +<span class="i8">But one part only wholly overcame;<br ></span> +<span class="i5">When we read the desiring smile of her<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Who sought the kiss of such devoted lover;<br ></span> +<span class="i8">He who from me can be divided ne'er<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Kissed my mouth, trembling to that kiss all over!<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Accurséd was that book and he who wrote—<br ></span> +<span class="i8">That day we did no further page uncover."<br ></span> +<span class="i5">While thus—etc.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">line 45: I swooned to death with sympathetic thought—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i15"> [Another version.]<br ></span> +<span class="i0">line 33: We were alone, and we suspected nought.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">But oft our meeting eyes made pale our cheeks,<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Urged by that reading for our ruin wrought;<br ></span> +<span class="i5">But one point only wholly overcame:<br ></span> +<span class="i8">When we read the desiring smile which sought<br ></span> +<span class="i8">By such true lover to be kissed—the same<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Who from my side can be divided ne'er<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Kissed my mouth, trembling o'er all his frame!<br ></span> +<span class="i8">Accurst the book, etc., etc.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i15"> [Another version.]<br ></span> +<span class="i0">line 33: We were alone and—etc.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">But one point only 'twas our ruin wrought.<br ></span> +<span class="i8">When we read the desiring smile of her<br ></span> +<span class="i5">Who to be kissed of such true lover sought;<br ></span> +<span class="i8">He who for me, etc., etc.<br ></span> </div> </div> @@ -15845,28 +15800,28 @@ the peculiar emotion caused by her sanguinary doom.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_323">[323]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="MARINO_FALIERO" id="MARINO_FALIERO"></a> - <span style="font-size:150%;">MARINO FALIERO</span>,<br /> +<h2><a id="MARINO_FALIERO"></a> + <span style="font-size:150%;">MARINO FALIERO</span>,<br > - DOGE OF VENICE;<br /> - <span style="font-size:75%;">AN HISTORICAL TRAGEDY</span>,<br /> + DOGE OF VENICE;<br > + <span style="font-size:75%;">AN HISTORICAL TRAGEDY</span>,<br > <span style="font-size:75%;">IN FIVE ACTS</span>. </h2> <div style="width:66%;margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;"> -<hr /> +<hr > <p class="center" style="margin-bottom:0;">"<i>Dux</i> inquieti turbidus Adria."</p> <p class="attrib">Horace, [<i>Od.</i> III. c. iii. line 5]</p> -<hr /> +<hr > </div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_324">[324]</a></span></p> <p>[<i>Marino Faliero</i> was produced for the first time at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, April 25, 1821. Mr. Cooper played "The Doge;" Mrs. W. West, @@ -15884,11 +15839,11 @@ Germany an adaptation by Arthur Fitger was performed nineteen times by the "Meiningers," circ. 1887 (see <i>Englische Studien</i>, 1899, xxvii. 146).]</p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_325">[325]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>MARINO FALIERO</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">Byron</span> had no sooner finished the first draft of <i>Manfred</i> than he began @@ -15922,7 +15877,7 @@ theme historically time-honoured, and yet unappropriated by tragic art.</p> <p>There was, too, a living interest in the story. For history was repeating itself, and "politics were savage and uncertain." "Mischief was afoot," and the tradition of a conspiracy which failed might find an -historic parallel in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> a conspiracy which would succeed. There was "<span class="smcap">that</span> +historic parallel in<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> a conspiracy which would succeed. There was "<span class="smcap">that</span> brewing in Italy" which might, perhaps, inspire "a people to redress itself," "and with a cry of, 'Up with the Republic!' 'Down with the Nobility!' send the Barbarians of all nations back to their own dens!" @@ -15965,7 +15920,7 @@ legend, as it appears in Sanudo's perplexing and uncritical narrative is more dramatic than the "low beginnings" of the myth, which may be traced to the annalists of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries; but, like other legends, it is insusceptible of -proof. Byron's Doge is almost, if not quite, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span> unhistorical as his +proof. Byron's Doge is almost, if not quite, as<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_327">[327]</a></span> unhistorical as his Bonivard or his Mazeppa. (See <i>Nuovo Archivio Veneto</i>, 1893, vol. v. pt. i. pp. 95-197; 1897, vol. xiii. pt. i. pp. 5-107; pt. ii. pp. 277-374; <i>Les Archives de Venise</i>, par Armand Baschet, 1870; <i>Storia della @@ -16007,7 +15962,7 @@ contempt for regularity, its passionate appeal from art to nature. If he was minded to raise a "Grecian temple of the purest architecture" (<i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. Appendix III. p. 559), it was not without some thought and hope of shaming, by force of contrast, the "mosque," the -"grotesque edifice" of barbarian contemporaries and rivals. Byron was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span> +"grotesque edifice" of barbarian contemporaries and rivals. Byron was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_328">[328]</a></span> "ever a fighter," and his claim to regularity, to a closer preservation of the "unities," was of the nature of a challenge.</p> @@ -16052,7 +16007,7 @@ their booth" (Letter to Murray, January 20, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. <p>Byron was the first to perceive that the story of Marino Faliero was a drama "ready to hand;" but he has had many followers, if not imitators -or rivals.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span></p> +or rivals.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_329">[329]</a></span></p> <p>"<i>Marino Faliero</i>, tragédie en cinq actes," by Casimir Jean François Delavigne, was played for the first time at the Theatre of Porte Saint @@ -16070,13 +16025,13 @@ July 21, 1821, vol. 35, pp. 271-285; by Heber, in the <i>Quarterly Review</i>, July, 1822, vol. xxvii. pp. 476-492; and by John Wilson, in <i>Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine</i>, April, 1821, vol. 9, pp. 93-103. For other notices, <i>vide ante</i> ("Introduction to <i>The Prophecy of Dante</i>"), -<a href="#Page_240">p. 240</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span></p> +<a href="#Page_240">p. 240</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_331">[331]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > <h3>PREFACE. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">The</span> conspiracy of the Doge Marino Faliero is one of the most remarkable @@ -16091,30 +16046,30 @@ which can be founded upon the subject.</p> <p>Marino Faliero appears to have been a man of talents and of courage. I find him commander-in-chief of the land forces at the siege of -Zara,<a name="FNanchor_359" id="FNanchor_359"></a><a href="#Footnote_359" class="fnanchor">[359]</a> where he beat the King of Hungary and his army of eighty +Zara,<a id="FNanchor_359"></a><a href="#Footnote_359" class="fnanchor">[359]</a> where he beat the King of Hungary and his army of eighty thousand men, killing eight thousand men, and keeping the besieged at the same time in check; an exploit to which I know none similar in -history, except that of Cæsar at Alesia,<a name="FNanchor_360" id="FNanchor_360"></a><a href="#Footnote_360" class="fnanchor">[360]</a> and of Prince Eugene at +history, except that of Cæsar at Alesia,<a id="FNanchor_360"></a><a href="#Footnote_360" class="fnanchor">[360]</a> and of Prince Eugene at Belgrade. He was afterwards commander of the fleet in the same war. He -took Capo<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> d'Istria. He was ambassador at Genoa and Rome,—at which last +took Capo<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> d'Istria. He was ambassador at Genoa and Rome,—at which last he received the news of his election to the dukedom; his absence being a proof that he sought it by no intrigue, since he was apprised of his predecessor's death and his own succession at the same moment. But he appears to have been of an ungovernable temper. A story is told by Sanuto, of his having, many years before, when podesta and captain at Treviso, boxed the ears of the bishop, who was somewhat tardy in -bringing the Host.<a name="FNanchor_361" id="FNanchor_361"></a><a href="#Footnote_361" class="fnanchor">[361]</a> For this, honest Sanuto "saddles him with a -judgment," as Thwackum did Square;<a name="FNanchor_362" id="FNanchor_362"></a><a href="#Footnote_362" class="fnanchor">[362]</a> but he does not tell us whether +bringing the Host.<a id="FNanchor_361"></a><a href="#Footnote_361" class="fnanchor">[361]</a> For this, honest Sanuto "saddles him with a +judgment," as Thwackum did Square;<a id="FNanchor_362"></a><a href="#Footnote_362" class="fnanchor">[362]</a> but he does not tell us whether he was punished or rebuked by the Senate for this outrage at the time of its commission. He seems, indeed, to have been afterwards at peace with the church, for we find him ambassador at Rome, and invested with the fief of Val di Marino, in the march of Treviso, and with the title of count, by Lorenzo, Count-bishop of Ceneda. For these facts my -authorities are Sanuto, Vettor Sandi,<a name="FNanchor_363" id="FNanchor_363"></a><a href="#Footnote_363" class="fnanchor">[363]</a> Andrea Navagero,<a name="FNanchor_364" id="FNanchor_364"></a><a href="#Footnote_364" class="fnanchor">[364]</a> and the +authorities are Sanuto, Vettor Sandi,<a id="FNanchor_363"></a><a href="#Footnote_363" class="fnanchor">[363]</a> Andrea Navagero,<a id="FNanchor_364"></a><a href="#Footnote_364" class="fnanchor">[364]</a> and the account of the siege of Zara, first published by the indefatigable Abate Morelli, in his <i>Monumenti Veneziani di varia Letteratura</i>, printed in -1796,<a name="FNanchor_365" id="FNanchor_365"></a><a href="#Footnote_365" class="fnanchor">[365]</a> all of which I have looked over in the original language. The -moderns, Darù, Sismondi, and Laugier, nearly agree with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> ancient +1796,<a id="FNanchor_365"></a><a href="#Footnote_365" class="fnanchor">[365]</a> all of which I have looked over in the original language. The +moderns, Darù, Sismondi, and Laugier, nearly agree with the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> ancient chroniclers. Sismondi attributes the conspiracy to his <i>jealousy</i>; but I find this nowhere asserted by the national historians. Vettor Sandi, indeed, says that "Altri scrissero che....dalla gelosa suspizion di esso @@ -16127,9 +16082,9 @@ abituale ambizion sua, per cui aneleva a farsi principe independente." The first motive appears to have been excited by the gross affront of the words written by Michel Steno on the ducal chair, and by the light and inadequate sentence of the Forty on the offender, who was one of -their "tre Capi."<a name="FNanchor_366" id="FNanchor_366"></a><a href="#Footnote_366" class="fnanchor">[366]</a> The attentions of Steno himself appear to have +their "tre Capi."<a id="FNanchor_366"></a><a href="#Footnote_366" class="fnanchor">[366]</a> The attentions of Steno himself appear to have been directed towards one of her damsels, and not to the -"Dogaressa"<a name="FNanchor_367" id="FNanchor_367"></a><a href="#Footnote_367" class="fnanchor">[367]</a> herself, against whose fame not the slightest +"Dogaressa"<a id="FNanchor_367"></a><a href="#Footnote_367" class="fnanchor">[367]</a> herself, against whose fame not the slightest insinuation appears, while she is praised for her beauty, and remarked for her youth. Neither do I find it asserted (unless the hint of Sandi be an assertion) that the Doge was actuated by jealousy of his wife; but @@ -16137,9 +16092,9 @@ rather by respect for her, and for his own honour, warranted by his past services and present dignity.</p> <p>I know not that the historical facts are alluded to in English, unless -by Dr. Moore in his View of Italy<a name="FNanchor_368" id="FNanchor_368"></a><a href="#Footnote_368" class="fnanchor">[368]</a>. His account is false and +by Dr. Moore in his View of Italy<a id="FNanchor_368"></a><a href="#Footnote_368" class="fnanchor">[368]</a>. His account is false and flippant, full of stale jests about old men and young wives, and -wondering at so great an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> effect from so slight a cause. How so acute +wondering at so great an<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> effect from so slight a cause. How so acute and severe an observer of mankind as the author of Zeluco could wonder at this is inconceivable. He knew that a basin of water spilt on Mrs. Masham's gown deprived the Duke of Marlborough of his command, and led @@ -16149,9 +16104,9 @@ fault with a window, and wished to give him another occupation—that Helen lost Troy—that Lucretia expelled the Tarquins from Rome—and that Cava brought the Moors to Spain—that an insulted husband led the Gauls to Clusium, and thence to Rome—that a single verse of Frederick -II.<a name="FNanchor_369" id="FNanchor_369"></a><a href="#Footnote_369" class="fnanchor">[369]</a> of Prussia on the Abbé de Bernis, and a jest on Madame de +II.<a id="FNanchor_369"></a><a href="#Footnote_369" class="fnanchor">[369]</a> of Prussia on the Abbé de Bernis, and a jest on Madame de Pompadour, led to the battle of Rosbach—that the elopement of -Dearbhorgil<a name="FNanchor_370" id="FNanchor_370"></a><a href="#Footnote_370" class="fnanchor">[370]</a> with Mac Murchad conducted the English to the slavery +Dearbhorgil<a id="FNanchor_370"></a><a href="#Footnote_370" class="fnanchor">[370]</a> with Mac Murchad conducted the English to the slavery of Ireland that a personal pique between Maria Antoinette and the Duke of Orleans precipitated the first expulsion of the Bourbons—and, not to multiply instances of the <i>teterrima causa,</i> that Commodus, Domitian, @@ -16166,15 +16121,15 @@ that can be offered to a man, be he prince or peasant. The age of Faliero is little to the purpose, unless to favour it—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The young man's wrath is like [light] straw on fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But like red hot steel is the old man's ire.</i>"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The young man's wrath is like [light] straw on fire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But like red hot steel is the old man's ire.</i>"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[Davie Gellatley's song in <i>Waverley</i>, chap. xiv.]</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Young men soon give and soon forget affronts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old age is slow at both."<br /></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_335">[335]</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Young men soon give and soon forget affronts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Old age is slow at both."<br ></span> </div></div> <p>Laugier's reflections are more philosophical:—"Tale fù il fine @@ -16189,7 +16144,7 @@ un' ingiuria leggiera insinuò nel suo cuore tal veleno che bastò a corrompere le antiche sue qualità, e a condurlo al termine dei scellerati; serio esempio, che prova <i>non esservi età, in cui la prudenza umana sia sicura, e che nell' uomo restano sempre passioni -capaci a disonorarlo, quando non invigili sopra se stesso</i>."<a name="FNanchor_371" id="FNanchor_371"></a><a href="#Footnote_371" class="fnanchor">[371]</a></p> +capaci a disonorarlo, quando non invigili sopra se stesso</i>."<a id="FNanchor_371"></a><a href="#Footnote_371" class="fnanchor">[371]</a></p> <p>Where did Dr. Moore find that Marino Faliero begged his life? I have searched the chroniclers, and find nothing of the kind: it is true that @@ -16206,8 +16161,8 @@ the dead, and to the unfortunate: and they who have died upon a scaffold have generally had faults enough of their own, without attributing to them that which the very incurring of the perils which conducted them to their violent death renders, of all others, the most improbable. The -black veil which is painted over the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span> place of Marino Faliero amongst -the Doges, and the Giants' Staircase<a name="FNanchor_372" id="FNanchor_372"></a><a href="#Footnote_372" class="fnanchor">[372]</a>, where he was crowned, and +black veil which is painted over the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_336">[336]</a></span> place of Marino Faliero amongst +the Doges, and the Giants' Staircase<a id="FNanchor_372"></a><a href="#Footnote_372" class="fnanchor">[372]</a>, where he was crowned, and discrowned, and decapitated, struck forcibly upon my imagination; as did his fiery character and strange story. I went, in 1819, in search of his tomb more than once to the church San Giovanni e San Paolo; and, as I @@ -16216,11 +16171,11 @@ me and said, "I can show you finer monuments than that." I told him that I was in search of that of the Faliero family, and particularly of the Doge Marino's. "Oh," said he, "I will show it you;" and, conducting me to the outside, pointed out a sarcophagus in the wall with an illegible -inscription<a name="FNanchor_373" id="FNanchor_373"></a><a href="#Footnote_373" class="fnanchor">[373]</a>. He said that it had been in a convent adjoining, but +inscription<a id="FNanchor_373"></a><a href="#Footnote_373" class="fnanchor">[373]</a>. He said that it had been in a convent adjoining, but was removed after the French came, and placed in its present situation; that he had seen the tomb opened at its removal; there were still some bones remaining, but no positive vestige of the decapitation. The -equestrian statue<a name="FNanchor_374" id="FNanchor_374"></a><a href="#Footnote_374" class="fnanchor">[374]</a> of which I have made mention in the third act as +equestrian statue<a id="FNanchor_374"></a><a href="#Footnote_374" class="fnanchor">[374]</a> of which I have made mention in the third act as before that church is not, however, of a Faliero, but of some other now obsolete warrior, although of a later date. There were two other Doges of this family prior to Marino; Ordelafo, who fell in battle at Zara, in @@ -16229,7 +16184,7 @@ Faliero, who reigned in 1082. The family, originally from Fano, was of the most illustrious in blood and wealth in the city of once the most wealthy and still the most ancient families in Europe. The length I have gone into on this subject will show the interest I have taken in it. -Whether I have succeeded or not in the tragedy, I have at least<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> +Whether I have succeeded or not in the tragedy, I have at least<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> transferred into our language an historical fact worthy of commemoration.</p> @@ -16238,18 +16193,18 @@ sufficiently examined the records, I was rather disposed to have made it turn on a jealousy in Faliero. But, perceiving no foundation for this in historical truth, and aware that jealousy is an exhausted passion in the drama, I have given it a more historical form. I was, besides, well -advised by the late Matthew Lewis<a name="FNanchor_375" id="FNanchor_375"></a><a href="#Footnote_375" class="fnanchor">[375]</a> on that point, in talking with +advised by the late Matthew Lewis<a id="FNanchor_375"></a><a href="#Footnote_375" class="fnanchor">[375]</a> on that point, in talking with him of my intention at Venice in 1817. "If you make him jealous," said he, "recollect that you have to contend with established writers, to say nothing of Shakespeare, and an exhausted subject:—stick to the old fiery Doge's natural character, which will bear you out, if properly drawn; and make your plot as regular as you can." Sir William -Drummond<a name="FNanchor_376" id="FNanchor_376"></a><a href="#Footnote_376" class="fnanchor">[376]</a> gave me nearly the same counsel. How far I have followed +Drummond<a id="FNanchor_376"></a><a href="#Footnote_376" class="fnanchor">[376]</a> gave me nearly the same counsel. How far I have followed these instructions, or whether they have availed me, is not for me to decide. I have had no view to the stage; in its present state it is, perhaps, not a very exalted object of ambition; besides, I have been too -much behind the scenes to have thought it so at any time.<a name="FNanchor_ct" id="FNanchor_ct"></a><a href="#Footnote_ct" class="fnanchor">[ct]</a> And I -cannot conceive any man of irritable feeling<a name="FNanchor_cu" id="FNanchor_cu"></a><a href="#Footnote_cu" class="fnanchor">[cu]</a> putting himself at the +much behind the scenes to have thought it so at any time.<a id="FNanchor_ct"></a><a href="#Footnote_ct" class="fnanchor">[ct]</a> And I +cannot conceive any man of irritable feeling<a id="FNanchor_cu"></a><a href="#Footnote_cu" class="fnanchor">[cu]</a> putting himself at the mercies of an audience. The sneering reader, and the loud critic, and the tart review, are scattered and distant calamities; but the trampling of an intelligent or of an ignorant audience on a production which, be @@ -16259,12 +16214,12 @@ to judge, and his certainty of his own imprudence in electing them his judges. Were I capable of writing a play which could be deemed stage-worthy, success would give me no pleasure, and failure great pain. It is for this reason that, even during the time of being one of -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> the committee of one of the theatres, I never made the attempt, and never -will<a name="FNanchor_377" id="FNanchor_377"></a><a href="#Footnote_377" class="fnanchor">[377]</a>. +will<a id="FNanchor_377"></a><a href="#Footnote_377" class="fnanchor">[377]</a>. But I wish that others would, for surely there is dramatic power somewhere, where -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> Joanna Baillie, and Milman, and John Wilson exist. The <i>City of the Plague</i>[1816] and the <i>Fall of Jerusalem</i> [1820] are full of the best "<i>matériel</i>" for tragedy that has been seen since @@ -16276,9 +16231,9 @@ of the <i>Castle of Otranto</i>[1765], he is the "Ultimus Romanorum," the author of the <i>Mysterious Mother</i>[1768], a tragedy of the highest order, and not a puling love-play. He is the father of the first romance and of the last tragedy in our language, and surely worthy of a higher place -than any living writer, be he who he may.<a name="FNanchor_378" id="FNanchor_378"></a><a href="#Footnote_378" class="fnanchor">[378]</a></p> +than any living writer, be he who he may.<a id="FNanchor_378"></a><a href="#Footnote_378" class="fnanchor">[378]</a></p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span></p><p>In speaking of the drama of <i>Marino Faliero</i>, I forgot to mention that +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_340">[340]</a></span></p><p>In speaking of the drama of <i>Marino Faliero</i>, I forgot to mention that the desire of preserving, though still too remote, a nearer approach to unity than the irregularity, which is the reproach of the English theatrical compositions, permits, has induced me to represent the @@ -16291,11 +16246,11 @@ palace. Had I followed this, the unity would have been better preserved; but I wished to produce the Doge in the full assembly of the conspirators, instead of monotonously placing him always in dialogue with the same individuals. For the real facts, I refer to the -Appendix.<a name="FNanchor_379" id="FNanchor_379"></a><a href="#Footnote_379" class="fnanchor">[379]</a> </p> +Appendix.<a id="FNanchor_379"></a><a href="#Footnote_379" class="fnanchor">[379]</a> </p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_344">[344]</a></span></p> <div style="width:75%;margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;"> <p class="center"> @@ -16348,15 +16303,15 @@ Scene <span class="smcap">Venice</span>—in the year 1355. </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_345">[345]</a></span></p> -<h3 style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:150%;">MARINO FALIERO</span>,<br /> -DOGE OF VENICE.<br /> +<h3 style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:150%;">MARINO FALIERO</span>,<br > +DOGE OF VENICE.<br > <span style="font-size:75%;">(AN HISTORICAL TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS.)</span> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h3>ACT I.</h3> @@ -16365,1902 +16320,1902 @@ DOGE OF VENICE.<br /> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Pietro</span> <i>speaks, in entering, to</i> <span class="smcap">Battista</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>. Is not the messenger returned?<a name="FNanchor_cv" id="FNanchor_cv"></a><a href="#Footnote_cv" class="fnanchor">[cv]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>. Is not the messenger returned?<a id="FNanchor_cv"></a><a href="#Footnote_cv" class="fnanchor">[cv]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Not yet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have sent frequently, as you commanded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still the Signory<a name="FNanchor_380" id="FNanchor_380"></a><a href="#Footnote_380" class="fnanchor">[380]</a> is deep in council,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And long debate on Steno's accusation.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Not yet;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have sent frequently, as you commanded,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But still the Signory<a id="FNanchor_380"></a><a href="#Footnote_380" class="fnanchor">[380]</a> is deep in council,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And long debate on Steno's accusation.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>. Too long—at least so thinks the Doge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>. Too long—at least so thinks the Doge.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>How bears he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These moments of suspense?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>How bears he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These moments of suspense?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>With struggling patience.<a name="FNanchor_cw" id="FNanchor_cw"></a><a href="#Footnote_cw" class="fnanchor">[cw]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Placed at the Ducal table, covered o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the apparel of the state—petitions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despatches, judgments, acts, reprieves, reports,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sits as rapt in duty; but whene'er<a name="FNanchor_cx" id="FNanchor_cx"></a><a href="#Footnote_cx" class="fnanchor">[cx]</a><span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hears the jarring of a distant door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or aught that intimates a coming step,<a name="FNanchor_cy" id="FNanchor_cy"></a><a href="#Footnote_cy" class="fnanchor">[cy]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or murmur of a voice, his quick eye wanders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he will start up from his chair, then pause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seat himself again, and fix his gaze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon some edict; but I have observed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the last hour he has not turned a leaf.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>With struggling patience.<a id="FNanchor_cw"></a><a href="#Footnote_cw" class="fnanchor">[cw]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Placed at the Ducal table, covered o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all the apparel of the state—petitions,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Despatches, judgments, acts, reprieves, reports,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He sits as rapt in duty; but whene'er<a id="FNanchor_cx"></a><a href="#Footnote_cx" class="fnanchor">[cx]</a><span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_346">[346]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He hears the jarring of a distant door,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or aught that intimates a coming step,<a id="FNanchor_cy"></a><a href="#Footnote_cy" class="fnanchor">[cy]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or murmur of a voice, his quick eye wanders,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he will start up from his chair, then pause,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seat himself again, and fix his gaze<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon some edict; but I have observed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the last hour he has not turned a leaf.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>. 'Tis said he is much moved,—and doubtless 'twas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foul scorn in Steno to offend so grossly.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>. 'Tis said he is much moved,—and doubtless 'twas<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Foul scorn in Steno to offend so grossly.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>. Aye, if a poor man: Steno's a patrician,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Young, galliard, gay, and haughty.<a name="FNanchor_cz" id="FNanchor_cz"></a><a href="#Footnote_cz" class="fnanchor">[cz]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>. Aye, if a poor man: Steno's a patrician,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Young, galliard, gay, and haughty.<a id="FNanchor_cz"></a><a href="#Footnote_cz" class="fnanchor">[cz]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Then you think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He will not be judged hardly?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Then you think<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He will not be judged hardly?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>'Twere enough<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He be judged justly; but 'tis not for us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To anticipate the sentence of the Forty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>'Twere enough<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He be judged justly; but 'tis not for us<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To anticipate the sentence of the Forty.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>. And here it comes.—What news, Vincenzo?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bat</i>. And here it comes.—What news, Vincenzo?<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s40"> </span>'Tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decided; but as yet his doom's unknown:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the President in act to seal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The parchment which will bear the Forty's judgment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto the Doge, and hasten to inform him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s40"> </span>'Tis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Decided; but as yet his doom's unknown:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the President in act to seal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The parchment which will bear the Forty's judgment<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the Doge, and hasten to inform him.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II.—The Ducal Chamber.</h4> -<p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Marino Faliero</span>, <i>Doge; and his Nephew</i>, <span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span>.<a name="FNanchor_381" id="FNanchor_381"></a><a href="#Footnote_381" class="fnanchor">[381]</a></p> +<p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Marino Faliero</span>, <i>Doge; and his Nephew</i>, <span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span>.<a id="FNanchor_381"></a><a href="#Footnote_381" class="fnanchor">[381]</a></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. It cannot be but they will do you justice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. It cannot be but they will do you justice.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, such as the Avogadori<a name="FNanchor_382" id="FNanchor_382"></a><a href="#Footnote_382" class="fnanchor">[382]</a> did,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who sent up my appeal unto the Forty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To try him by his peers, his own tribunal.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, such as the Avogadori<a id="FNanchor_382"></a><a href="#Footnote_382" class="fnanchor">[382]</a> did,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_347">[347]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who sent up my appeal unto the Forty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To try him by his peers, his own tribunal.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. His peers will scarce protect him; such an act<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would bring contempt on all authority.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. His peers will scarce protect him; such an act<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would bring contempt on all authority.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Know you not Venice? Know you not the Forty?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we shall see anon.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Know you not Venice? Know you not the Forty?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But we shall see anon.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. (<i>addressing</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>, <i>then entering</i>.)<br /></span> -<span class="i23">How now—what tidings?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. (<i>addressing</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>, <i>then entering</i>.)<br ></span> +<span class="i23">How now—what tidings?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. I am charged to tell his Highness that the court<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has passed its resolution, and that, soon<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the due forms of judgment are gone through,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sentence will be sent up to the Doge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the mean time the Forty doth salute<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Prince of the Republic, and entreat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His acceptation of their duty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. I am charged to tell his Highness that the court<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has passed its resolution, and that, soon<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As the due forms of judgment are gone through,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sentence will be sent up to the Doge;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the mean time the Forty doth salute<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Prince of the Republic, and entreat<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His acceptation of their duty.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are wond'rous dutiful, and ever humble.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sentence is passed, you say?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yes—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They are wond'rous dutiful, and ever humble.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sentence is passed, you say?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>It is, your Highness:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The President was sealing it, when I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was called in, that no moment might be lost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In forwarding the intimation due<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not only to the Chief of the Republic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the complainant, both in one united.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>It is, your Highness:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The President was sealing it, when I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was called in, that no moment might be lost<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In forwarding the intimation due<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not only to the Chief of the Republic,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the complainant, both in one united.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Are you aware, from aught you have perceived,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of their decision?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Are you aware, from aught you have perceived,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of their decision?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>No, my Lord; you know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The secret custom of the courts in Venice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>No, my Lord; you know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The secret custom of the courts in Venice.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. F. True; but there still is something given to guess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which a shrewd gleaner and quick eye would catch at;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A whisper, or a murmur, or an air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More or less solemn spread o'er the tribunal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Forty are but men—most worthy men,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wise, and just, and cautious—this I grant—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And secret as the grave to which they doom<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guilty: but with all this, in their aspects—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least in some, the juniors of the number—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A searching eye, an eye like yours, Vincenzo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would read the sentence ere it was pronounced.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. F. True; but there still is something given to guess,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which a shrewd gleaner and quick eye would catch at;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A whisper, or a murmur, or an air<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More or less solemn spread o'er the tribunal.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Forty are but men—most worthy men,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wise, and just, and cautious—this I grant—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And secret as the grave to which they doom<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_348">[348]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The guilty: but with all this, in their aspects—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At least in some, the juniors of the number—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A searching eye, an eye like yours, Vincenzo,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would read the sentence ere it was pronounced.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. My Lord, I came away upon the moment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had no leisure to take note of that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which passed among the judges, even in seeming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My station near the accused too, Michel Steno,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made me—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. My Lord, I came away upon the moment,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And had no leisure to take note of that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which passed among the judges, even in seeming;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My station near the accused too, Michel Steno,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Made me—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>abruptly</i>). And how looked <i>he</i>? deliver that.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>abruptly</i>). And how looked <i>he</i>? deliver that.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. Calm, but not overcast, he stood resigned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the decree, whate'er it were;—but lo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It comes, for the perusal of his Highness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. Calm, but not overcast, he stood resigned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the decree, whate'er it were;—but lo!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It comes, for the perusal of his Highness.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Secretary</span> <i>of the Forty</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sec</i>. The high tribunal of the Forty sends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Health and respect to the Doge Faliero,<a name="FNanchor_da" id="FNanchor_da"></a><a href="#Footnote_da" class="fnanchor">[da]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chief magistrate of Venice, and requests<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Highness to peruse and to approve<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sentence passed on Michel Steno, born<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patrician, and arraigned upon the charge<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Contained, together with its penalty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the rescript which I now present.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Retire, and wait without.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Secretary</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i28">Take thou this paper:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The misty letters vanish from my eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot fix them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Patience, my dear Uncle:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why do you tremble thus?—nay, doubt not, all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be as could be wished.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Say on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. (<i>reading</i>).<span class="s18"> </span>"Decreed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In council, without one dissenting voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Michel Steno, by his own confession,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guilty on the last night of Carnival<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of having graven on the ducal throne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The following words—"<a name="FNanchor_383" id="FNanchor_383"></a><a href="#Footnote_383" class="fnanchor">[383]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Would'st thou repeat them?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would'st <i>thou</i> repeat them—<i>thou</i>, a Faliero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harp on the deep dishonour of our house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dishonoured in its Chief—that Chief the Prince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Venice, first of cities?—To the sentence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Forgive me, my good Lord; I will obey—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(<i>Reads</i>) "That Michel Steno be detained a month<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In close arrest."<a name="FNanchor_384" id="FNanchor_384"></a><a href="#Footnote_384" class="fnanchor">[384]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Proceed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>My Lord, 'tis finished.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How say you?—finished! Do I dream?—'tis false—<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me the paper—(<i>snatches the paper and reads</i>)—<br /></span> -<span class="i18">"'Tis decreed in council<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Michel Steno"—Nephew, thine arm!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Nay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cheer up, be calm; this transport is uncalled for—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me seek some assistance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Stop, sir—Stir not—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis past.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s3"> </span>I cannot but agree with you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sentence is too slight for the offence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not honourable in the Forty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To affix so slight a penalty to that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which was a foul affront to you, and even<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To them, as being your subjects; but 'tis not<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet without remedy: you can appeal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To them once more, or to the Avogadori,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, seeing that true justice is withheld,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will now take up the cause they once declined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And do you right upon the bold delinquent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think you not thus, good Uncle? why do you stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So fixed? You heed me not:—I pray you, hear me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>dashing down the ducal bonnet, and offering to</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>trample upon it, exclaims, as he is withheld by his nephew</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! that the Saracen were in St. Mark's!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus would I do him homage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>For the sake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Heaven and all its saints, my Lord—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Away!<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, that the Genoese were in the port!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, that the Huns whom I o'erthrew at Zara<a name="FNanchor_385" id="FNanchor_385"></a><a href="#Footnote_385" class="fnanchor">[385]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were ranged around the palace!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>'Tis not well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Venice' Duke to say so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Venice' Duke!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who now is Duke in Venice? let me see him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he may do me right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>If you forget<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your office, and its dignity and duty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remember that of man, and curb this passion.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Duke of Venice——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>interrupting him</i>). There is no such thing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is a word—nay, worse—a worthless by-word:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The most despised, wronged, outraged, helpless wretch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who begs his bread, if 'tis refused by one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May win it from another kinder heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he, who is denied his right by those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose place it is to do no wrong, is poorer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the rejected beggar—he's a slave—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that am I—and thou—and all our house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even from this hour; the meanest artisan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will point the finger, and the haughty noble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May spit upon us:—where is our redress?<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. The law, my Prince<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span>—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>interrupting him</i>). You see what it has done;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I asked no remedy but from the law—<a name="FNanchor_386" id="FNanchor_386"></a><a href="#Footnote_386" class="fnanchor">[386]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought no vengeance but redress by law—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I called no judges but those named by law—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Sovereign, I appealed unto my subjects,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very subjects who had made me Sovereign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave me thus a double right to be so.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rights of place and choice, of birth and service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honours and years, these scars, these hoary hairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The travel—toil—the perils—the fatigues—<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blood and sweat of almost eighty years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were weighed i' the balance, 'gainst the foulest stain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grossest insult, most contemptuous crime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a rank, rash patrician—and found wanting!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this is to be borne!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>I say not that:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In case your fresh appeal should be rejected,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will find other means to make all even.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Appeal again! art thou my brother's son?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A scion of the house of Faliero?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nephew of a Doge? and of that blood<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which hath already given three dukes to Venice?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou say'st well—we must be humble now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. My princely Uncle! you are too much moved;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I grant it was a gross offence, and grossly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Left without fitting punishment: but still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This fury doth exceed the provocation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or any provocation: if we are wronged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will ask justice; if it be denied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll take it; but may do all this in calmness—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep Vengeance is the daughter of deep Silence.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have yet scarce a third part of your years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love our house, I honour you, its Chief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guardian of my youth, and its instructor—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But though I understand your grief, and enter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In part of your disdain, it doth appal me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see your anger, like our Adrian waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'ersweep all bounds, and foam itself to air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I tell thee—<i>must</i> I tell thee—what thy father<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would have required no words to comprehend?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast thou no feeling save the external sense<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of torture from the touch? hast thou no soul—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No pride—no passion—no deep sense of honour?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. 'Tis the first time that honour has been doubted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were the last, from any other sceptic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You know the full offence of this born villain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This creeping, coward, rank, acquitted felon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who threw his sting into a poisonous libel,<a name="FNanchor_db" id="FNanchor_db"></a><a href="#Footnote_db" class="fnanchor">[db]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the honour of—Oh God! my wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nearest, dearest part of all men's honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Left a base slur to pass from mouth to mouth<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of loose mechanics, with all coarse foul comments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And villainous jests, and blasphemies obscene;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While sneering nobles, in more polished guise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whispered the tale, and smiled upon the lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which made me look like them—a courteous wittol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patient—aye—proud, it may be, of dishonour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. But still it was a lie—you knew it false,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so did all men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Nephew, the high Roman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said, "Cæsar's wife must not even be suspected,"<a name="FNanchor_387" id="FNanchor_387"></a><a href="#Footnote_387" class="fnanchor">[387]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put her from him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>True—but in those days——<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. What is it that a Roman would not suffer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a Venetian Prince must bear? old Dandolo<a name="FNanchor_dc" id="FNanchor_dc"></a><a href="#Footnote_dc" class="fnanchor">[dc]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Refused the diadem of all the Cæsars,<a name="FNanchor_388" id="FNanchor_388"></a><a href="#Footnote_388" class="fnanchor">[388]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wore the ducal cap <i>I</i> trample on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because 'tis now degraded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>'Tis even so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. It is—it is;—I did not visit on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The innocent creature thus most vilely slandered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because she took an old man for her lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that he had been long her father's friend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And patron of her house, as if there were<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No love in woman's heart but lust of youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beardless faces;—I did not for this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Visit the villain's infamy on her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But craved my country's justice on his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The justice due unto the humblest being<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath a wife whose faith is sweet to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath a home whose hearth is dear to him—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath a name whose honour's all to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When these are tainted by the accursing breath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Calumny and Scorn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>And what redress<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did you expect as his fit punishment?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Death! Was I not the Sovereign of the state—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insulted on his very throne, and made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mockery to the men who should obey me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was I not injured as a husband? scorned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As man? reviled, degraded, as a Prince?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was not offence like his a complication<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of insult and of treason?—and he lives!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had he instead of on the Doge's throne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stamped the same brand upon a peasant's stool,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His blood had gilt the threshold; for the carle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had stabbed him on the instant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F.</i><span class="s24"> </span>Do not doubt it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shall not live till sunset—leave to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The means, and calm yourself.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Hold, nephew: this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would have sufficed but yesterday; at present<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have no further wrath against this man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. What mean you? is not the offence redoubled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By this most rank—I will not say—acquittal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it is worse, being full acknowledgment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the offence, and leaving it unpunished?<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. It is <i>redoubled</i>, but not now by him:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Forty hath decreed a month's arrest—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must obey the Forty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Obey <i>them</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who have forgot their duty to the Sovereign?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Why, yes;—boy, you perceive it then at last;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether as fellow citizen who sues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For justice, or as Sovereign who commands it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have defrauded me of both my rights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For here the Sovereign is a citizen);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, notwithstanding, harm not thou a hair<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Steno's head—he shall not wear it long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Not twelve hours longer, had you left to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mode and means; if you had calmly heard me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never meant this miscreant should escape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wished you to suppress such gusts of passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we more surely might devise together<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His taking off.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>No, nephew, he must live;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least, just now—a life so vile as his<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were nothing at this hour; in th' olden time<a name="FNanchor_dd" id="FNanchor_dd"></a><a href="#Footnote_dd" class="fnanchor">[dd]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some sacrifices asked a single victim,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great expiations had a hecatomb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Your wishes are my law: and yet I fain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would prove to you how near unto my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The honour of our house must ever be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Fear not; you shall have time and place of proof:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But be not thou too rash, as I have been.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am ashamed of my own anger now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray you, pardon me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Why, that's my uncle!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The leader, and the statesman, and the chief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of commonwealths, and sovereign of himself!<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wondered to perceive you so forget<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All prudence in your fury at these years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although the cause—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Aye—think upon the cause—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forget it not:—When you lie down to rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it be black among your dreams; and when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The morn returns, so let it stand between<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Sun and you, as an ill-omened cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a summer-day of festival:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So will it stand to me;—but speak not, stir not,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave all to me; we shall have much to do,<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you shall have a part.—But now retire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis fit I were alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. (<i>taking up and placing the ducal bonnet on the table</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Ere I depart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray you to resume what you have spurned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till you can change it—haply, for a crown!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I take my leave, imploring you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all things to rely upon my duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As doth become your near and faithful kinsman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not less loyal citizen and subject.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[Exit <span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span><span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). Adieu, my worthy nephew.—Hollow bauble!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Taking up the ducal cap</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beset with all the thorns that line a crown,<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without investing the insulted brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the all-swaying majesty of Kings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou idle, gilded, and degraded toy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me resume thee as I would a vizor. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Puts it on</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How my brain aches beneath thee! and my temples<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throb feverish under thy dishonest weight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I not turn thee to a diadem?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I not shatter the Briarean sceptre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in this hundred-handed Senate rules,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making the people nothing, and the Prince<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pageant? In my life I have achieved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tasks not less difficult—achieved for them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who thus repay me! Can I not requite them?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh for one year! Oh! but for even a day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my full youth, while yet my body served<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My soul as serves the generous steed his lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would have dashed amongst them, asking few<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In aid to overthrow these swoln patricians;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now I must look round for other hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To serve this hoary head; but it shall plan<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such a sort as will not leave the task<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Herculean, though as yet 'tis but a chaos<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of darkly brooding thoughts: my fancy is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her first work, more nearly to the light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holding the sleeping images of things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the selection of the pausing judgment.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The troops are few in——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sec</i>. The high tribunal of the Forty sends<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Health and respect to the Doge Faliero,<a id="FNanchor_da"></a><a href="#Footnote_da" class="fnanchor">[da]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Chief magistrate of Venice, and requests<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His Highness to peruse and to approve<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sentence passed on Michel Steno, born<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Patrician, and arraigned upon the charge<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Contained, together with its penalty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within the rescript which I now present.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Retire, and wait without.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Secretary</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i28">Take thou this paper:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The misty letters vanish from my eyes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot fix them.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Patience, my dear Uncle:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why do you tremble thus?—nay, doubt not, all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will be as could be wished.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Say on.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. (<i>reading</i>).<span class="s18"> </span>"Decreed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In council, without one dissenting voice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That Michel Steno, by his own confession,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guilty on the last night of Carnival<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of having graven on the ducal throne<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The following words—"<a id="FNanchor_383"></a><a href="#Footnote_383" class="fnanchor">[383]</a><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_349">[349]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Would'st thou repeat them?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would'st <i>thou</i> repeat them—<i>thou</i>, a Faliero,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Harp on the deep dishonour of our house,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dishonoured in its Chief—that Chief the Prince<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Venice, first of cities?—To the sentence.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Forgive me, my good Lord; I will obey—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(<i>Reads</i>) "That Michel Steno be detained a month<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In close arrest."<a id="FNanchor_384"></a><a href="#Footnote_384" class="fnanchor">[384]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Proceed.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>My Lord, 'tis finished.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How say you?—finished! Do I dream?—'tis false—<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Give me the paper—(<i>snatches the paper and reads</i>)—<br ></span> +<span class="i18">"'Tis decreed in council<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That Michel Steno"—Nephew, thine arm!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Nay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cheer up, be calm; this transport is uncalled for—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let me seek some assistance.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Stop, sir—Stir not—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis past.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s3"> </span>I cannot but agree with you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sentence is too slight for the offence;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is not honourable in the Forty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To affix so slight a penalty to that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which was a foul affront to you, and even<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_350">[350]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To them, as being your subjects; but 'tis not<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet without remedy: you can appeal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To them once more, or to the Avogadori,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who, seeing that true justice is withheld,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will now take up the cause they once declined,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And do you right upon the bold delinquent.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think you not thus, good Uncle? why do you stand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So fixed? You heed me not:—I pray you, hear me!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>dashing down the ducal bonnet, and offering to</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>trample upon it, exclaims, as he is withheld by his nephew</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! that the Saracen were in St. Mark's!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus would I do him homage.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>For the sake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Heaven and all its saints, my Lord—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Away!<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, that the Genoese were in the port!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, that the Huns whom I o'erthrew at Zara<a id="FNanchor_385"></a><a href="#Footnote_385" class="fnanchor">[385]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were ranged around the palace!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>'Tis not well<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Venice' Duke to say so.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Venice' Duke!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who now is Duke in Venice? let me see him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he may do me right.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>If you forget<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your office, and its dignity and duty.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Remember that of man, and curb this passion.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Duke of Venice——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>interrupting him</i>). There is no such thing—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is a word—nay, worse—a worthless by-word:<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The most despised, wronged, outraged, helpless wretch,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who begs his bread, if 'tis refused by one,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May win it from another kinder heart;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But he, who is denied his right by those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose place it is to do no wrong, is poorer<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than the rejected beggar—he's a slave—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that am I—and thou—and all our house,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even from this hour; the meanest artisan<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will point the finger, and the haughty noble<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May spit upon us:—where is our redress?<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. The law, my Prince<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_351">[351]</a></span>—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>interrupting him</i>). You see what it has done;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I asked no remedy but from the law—<a id="FNanchor_386"></a><a href="#Footnote_386" class="fnanchor">[386]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sought no vengeance but redress by law—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I called no judges but those named by law—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Sovereign, I appealed unto my subjects,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The very subjects who had made me Sovereign,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And gave me thus a double right to be so.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rights of place and choice, of birth and service,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Honours and years, these scars, these hoary hairs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The travel—toil—the perils—the fatigues—<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The blood and sweat of almost eighty years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were weighed i' the balance, 'gainst the foulest stain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The grossest insult, most contemptuous crime<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a rank, rash patrician—and found wanting!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this is to be borne!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>I say not that:—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In case your fresh appeal should be rejected,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We will find other means to make all even.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Appeal again! art thou my brother's son?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A scion of the house of Faliero?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The nephew of a Doge? and of that blood<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which hath already given three dukes to Venice?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But thou say'st well—we must be humble now.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. My princely Uncle! you are too much moved;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I grant it was a gross offence, and grossly<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Left without fitting punishment: but still<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This fury doth exceed the provocation,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or any provocation: if we are wronged,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We will ask justice; if it be denied,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We'll take it; but may do all this in calmness—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deep Vengeance is the daughter of deep Silence.<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have yet scarce a third part of your years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I love our house, I honour you, its Chief,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The guardian of my youth, and its instructor—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But though I understand your grief, and enter<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In part of your disdain, it doth appal me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_352">[352]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To see your anger, like our Adrian waves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'ersweep all bounds, and foam itself to air.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I tell thee—<i>must</i> I tell thee—what thy father<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would have required no words to comprehend?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou no feeling save the external sense<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of torture from the touch? hast thou no soul—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No pride—no passion—no deep sense of honour?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. 'Tis the first time that honour has been doubted,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And were the last, from any other sceptic.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You know the full offence of this born villain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This creeping, coward, rank, acquitted felon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who threw his sting into a poisonous libel,<a id="FNanchor_db"></a><a href="#Footnote_db" class="fnanchor">[db]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on the honour of—Oh God! my wife,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The nearest, dearest part of all men's honour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Left a base slur to pass from mouth to mouth<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of loose mechanics, with all coarse foul comments,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And villainous jests, and blasphemies obscene;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While sneering nobles, in more polished guise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whispered the tale, and smiled upon the lie<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which made me look like them—a courteous wittol,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Patient—aye—proud, it may be, of dishonour.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. But still it was a lie—you knew it false,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so did all men.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Nephew, the high Roman<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Said, "Cæsar's wife must not even be suspected,"<a id="FNanchor_387"></a><a href="#Footnote_387" class="fnanchor">[387]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And put her from him.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>True—but in those days——<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. What is it that a Roman would not suffer,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That a Venetian Prince must bear? old Dandolo<a id="FNanchor_dc"></a><a href="#Footnote_dc" class="fnanchor">[dc]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Refused the diadem of all the Cæsars,<a id="FNanchor_388"></a><a href="#Footnote_388" class="fnanchor">[388]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wore the ducal cap <i>I</i> trample on<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_353">[353]</a></span>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because 'tis now degraded.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>'Tis even so.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. It is—it is;—I did not visit on<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The innocent creature thus most vilely slandered<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because she took an old man for her lord,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For that he had been long her father's friend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And patron of her house, as if there were<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No love in woman's heart but lust of youth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And beardless faces;—I did not for this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Visit the villain's infamy on her,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But craved my country's justice on his head,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The justice due unto the humblest being<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who hath a wife whose faith is sweet to him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who hath a home whose hearth is dear to him—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who hath a name whose honour's all to him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When these are tainted by the accursing breath<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Calumny and Scorn.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>And what redress<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Did you expect as his fit punishment?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Death! Was I not the Sovereign of the state—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Insulted on his very throne, and made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A mockery to the men who should obey me?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was I not injured as a husband? scorned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As man? reviled, degraded, as a Prince?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was not offence like his a complication<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of insult and of treason?—and he lives!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had he instead of on the Doge's throne<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stamped the same brand upon a peasant's stool,<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His blood had gilt the threshold; for the carle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had stabbed him on the instant.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F.</i><span class="s24"> </span>Do not doubt it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He shall not live till sunset—leave to me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The means, and calm yourself.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Hold, nephew: this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would have sufficed but yesterday; at present<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have no further wrath against this man.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. What mean you? is not the offence redoubled<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By this most rank—I will not say—acquittal;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For it is worse, being full acknowledgment<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the offence, and leaving it unpunished?<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. It is <i>redoubled</i>, but not now by him:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_354">[354]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Forty hath decreed a month's arrest—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We must obey the Forty.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Obey <i>them</i>!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who have forgot their duty to the Sovereign?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Why, yes;—boy, you perceive it then at last;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whether as fellow citizen who sues<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For justice, or as Sovereign who commands it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They have defrauded me of both my rights<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(For here the Sovereign is a citizen);<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But, notwithstanding, harm not thou a hair<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Steno's head—he shall not wear it long.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Not twelve hours longer, had you left to me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The mode and means; if you had calmly heard me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I never meant this miscreant should escape,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But wished you to suppress such gusts of passion,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That we more surely might devise together<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His taking off.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>No, nephew, he must live;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At least, just now—a life so vile as his<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were nothing at this hour; in th' olden time<a id="FNanchor_dd"></a><a href="#Footnote_dd" class="fnanchor">[dd]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some sacrifices asked a single victim,<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Great expiations had a hecatomb.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Your wishes are my law: and yet I fain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would prove to you how near unto my heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The honour of our house must ever be.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Fear not; you shall have time and place of proof:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But be not thou too rash, as I have been.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am ashamed of my own anger now;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I pray you, pardon me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Why, that's my uncle!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The leader, and the statesman, and the chief<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of commonwealths, and sovereign of himself!<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I wondered to perceive you so forget<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All prudence in your fury at these years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although the cause—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Aye—think upon the cause—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forget it not:—When you lie down to rest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let it be black among your dreams; and when<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The morn returns, so let it stand between<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_355">[355]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Sun and you, as an ill-omened cloud<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon a summer-day of festival:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So will it stand to me;—but speak not, stir not,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leave all to me; we shall have much to do,<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you shall have a part.—But now retire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis fit I were alone.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. (<i>taking up and placing the ducal bonnet on the table</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Ere I depart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I pray you to resume what you have spurned,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till you can change it—haply, for a crown!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And now I take my leave, imploring you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all things to rely upon my duty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As doth become your near and faithful kinsman,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not less loyal citizen and subject.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[Exit <span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span><span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). Adieu, my worthy nephew.—Hollow bauble!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Taking up the ducal cap</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beset with all the thorns that line a crown,<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without investing the insulted brow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the all-swaying majesty of Kings;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou idle, gilded, and degraded toy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let me resume thee as I would a vizor. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Puts it on</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">How my brain aches beneath thee! and my temples<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Throb feverish under thy dishonest weight.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could I not turn thee to a diadem?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could I not shatter the Briarean sceptre<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which in this hundred-handed Senate rules,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Making the people nothing, and the Prince<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A pageant? In my life I have achieved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tasks not less difficult—achieved for them,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who thus repay me! Can I not requite them?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh for one year! Oh! but for even a day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of my full youth, while yet my body served<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My soul as serves the generous steed his lord,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would have dashed amongst them, asking few<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In aid to overthrow these swoln patricians;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But now I must look round for other hands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To serve this hoary head; but it shall plan<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In such a sort as will not leave the task<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Herculean, though as yet 'tis but a chaos<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of darkly brooding thoughts: my fancy is<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_356">[356]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In her first work, more nearly to the light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Holding the sleeping images of things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the selection of the pausing judgment.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The troops are few in——<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>There is one without<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Craves audience of your Highness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>I'm unwell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can see no one, not even a patrician—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him refer his business to the Council.<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. My Lord, I will deliver your reply;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It cannot much import—he's a plebeian,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The master of a galley, I believe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How! did you say the patron of a galley?<a name="FNanchor_389" id="FNanchor_389"></a><a href="#Footnote_389" class="fnanchor">[389]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is—I mean—a servant of the state:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admit him, he may be on public service.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). This patron may be sounded; I will try him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know the people to be discontented:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have cause, since Sapienza's<a name="FNanchor_390" id="FNanchor_390"></a><a href="#Footnote_390" class="fnanchor">[390]</a> adverse day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Genoa conquered: they have further cause,<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since they are nothing in the state, and in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The city worse than nothing—mere machines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To serve the nobles' most patrician pleasure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The troops have long arrears of pay, oft promised,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And murmur deeply—any hope of change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will draw them forward: they shall pay themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With plunder:—but the priests—I doubt the priesthood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will not be with us; they have hated me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since that rash hour, when, maddened with the drone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I smote the tardy Bishop at Treviso,<a name="FNanchor_391" id="FNanchor_391"></a><a href="#Footnote_391" class="fnanchor">[391]</a><span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quickening his holy march; yet, ne'ertheless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They may be won, at least their Chief at Rome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By some well-timed concessions; but, above<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All things, I must be speedy: at my hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of twilight little light of life remains.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I free Venice, and avenge my wrongs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had lived too long, and willingly would sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next moment with my sires; and, wanting this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better that sixty of my fourscore years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had been already where—how soon, I care not—<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole must be extinguished;—better that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They ne'er had been, than drag me on to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thing these arch-oppressors fain would make me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me consider—of efficient troops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are three thousand posted at——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>There is one without<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Craves audience of your Highness.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>I'm unwell—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I can see no one, not even a patrician—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let him refer his business to the Council.<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>. My Lord, I will deliver your reply;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It cannot much import—he's a plebeian,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The master of a galley, I believe.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How! did you say the patron of a galley?<a id="FNanchor_389"></a><a href="#Footnote_389" class="fnanchor">[389]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That is—I mean—a servant of the state:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Admit him, he may be on public service.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). This patron may be sounded; I will try him.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know the people to be discontented:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They have cause, since Sapienza's<a id="FNanchor_390"></a><a href="#Footnote_390" class="fnanchor">[390]</a> adverse day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Genoa conquered: they have further cause,<span class="linenum">300</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since they are nothing in the state, and in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The city worse than nothing—mere machines,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To serve the nobles' most patrician pleasure.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The troops have long arrears of pay, oft promised,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_357">[357]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And murmur deeply—any hope of change<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will draw them forward: they shall pay themselves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With plunder:—but the priests—I doubt the priesthood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will not be with us; they have hated me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since that rash hour, when, maddened with the drone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I smote the tardy Bishop at Treviso,<a id="FNanchor_391"></a><a href="#Footnote_391" class="fnanchor">[391]</a><span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quickening his holy march; yet, ne'ertheless,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They may be won, at least their Chief at Rome,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By some well-timed concessions; but, above<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All things, I must be speedy: at my hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of twilight little light of life remains.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could I free Venice, and avenge my wrongs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had lived too long, and willingly would sleep<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Next moment with my sires; and, wanting this,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Better that sixty of my fourscore years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had been already where—how soon, I care not—<span class="linenum">320</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The whole must be extinguished;—better that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They ne'er had been, than drag me on to be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thing these arch-oppressors fain would make me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let me consider—of efficient troops<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There are three thousand posted at——<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s33"> </span>May it please<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Highness, the same patron whom I spake of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is here to crave your patience.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vin</i>.<span class="s33"> </span>May it please<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your Highness, the same patron whom I spake of<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is here to crave your patience.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Leave the chamber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vincenzo.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12">Sir, you may advance—what would you?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Leave the chamber,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vincenzo.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Vincenzo</span>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i12">Sir, you may advance—what would you?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s2"> </span>Redress.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s2"> </span>Redress.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Of whom?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Of whom?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Of God and of the Doge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Of God and of the Doge.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Alas! my friend, you seek it of the twain<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of least respect and interest in Venice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must address the Council.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Alas! my friend, you seek it of the twain<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of least respect and interest in Venice.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You must address the Council.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>'Twere in vain;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he who injured me is one of them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>'Twere in vain;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_358">[358]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For he who injured me is one of them.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. There's blood upon thy face—how came it there?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. There's blood upon thy face—how came it there?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. 'Tis mine, and not the first I've shed for Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the first shed by a Venetian hand:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A noble smote me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. 'Tis mine, and not the first I've shed for Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the first shed by a Venetian hand:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A noble smote me.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Doth he live?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Doth he live?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Not long—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for the hope I had and have, that you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Prince, yourself a soldier, will redress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him, whom the laws of discipline and Venice<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Permit not to protect himself:—if not—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I say no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Not long—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But for the hope I had and have, that you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Prince, yourself a soldier, will redress<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Him, whom the laws of discipline and Venice<span class="linenum">340</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Permit not to protect himself:—if not—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I say no more.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>But something you would do—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it not so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>But something you would do—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is it not so?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>I am a man, my Lord.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>I am a man, my Lord.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Why so is he who smote you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Why so is he who smote you.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>He is called so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, more, a noble one—at least, in Venice:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But since he hath forgotten that I am one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And treats me like a brute, the brute may turn—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis said the worm will.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>He is called so;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, more, a noble one—at least, in Venice:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But since he hath forgotten that I am one,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And treats me like a brute, the brute may turn—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis said the worm will.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Say—his name and lineage?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Say—his name and lineage?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Barbaro.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Barbaro.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>What was the cause? or the pretext?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>What was the cause? or the pretext?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I am the chief of the arsenal,<a name="FNanchor_392" id="FNanchor_392"></a><a href="#Footnote_392" class="fnanchor">[392]</a> employed<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At present in repairing certain galleys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But roughly used by the Genoese last year.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This morning comes the noble Barbaro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_393" id="FNanchor_393"></a><a href="#Footnote_393" class="fnanchor">[393]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of reproof, because our artisans<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had left some frivolous order of his house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To execute the state's decree: I dared<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To justify the men—he raised his hand;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold my blood! the first time it e'er flowed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dishonourably.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I am the chief of the arsenal,<a id="FNanchor_392"></a><a href="#Footnote_392" class="fnanchor">[392]</a> employed<span class="linenum">350</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">At present in repairing certain galleys<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But roughly used by the Genoese last year.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This morning comes the noble Barbaro<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_359">[359]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_393"></a><a href="#Footnote_393" class="fnanchor">[393]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Full of reproof, because our artisans<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had left some frivolous order of his house,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To execute the state's decree: I dared<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To justify the men—he raised his hand;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Behold my blood! the first time it e'er flowed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dishonourably.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Have you long time served?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Have you long time served?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. So long as to remember Zara's siege,<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fight beneath the Chief who beat the Huns there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometime my general, now the Doge Faliero.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. So long as to remember Zara's siege,<span class="linenum">360</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fight beneath the Chief who beat the Huns there,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sometime my general, now the Doge Faliero.—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How! are we comrades?—the State's ducal robes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sit newly on me, and you were appointed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chief of the arsenal ere I came from Rome;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that I recognised you not. Who placed you?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How! are we comrades?—the State's ducal robes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sit newly on me, and you were appointed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Chief of the arsenal ere I came from Rome;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that I recognised you not. Who placed you?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. The late Doge; keeping still my old command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As patron of a galley: my new office<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was given as the reward of certain scars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(So was your predecessor pleased to say):<span class="linenum">370</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I little thought his bounty would conduct me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his successor as a helpless plaintiff;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least, in such a cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. The late Doge; keeping still my old command<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As patron of a galley: my new office<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was given as the reward of certain scars<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(So was your predecessor pleased to say):<span class="linenum">370</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I little thought his bounty would conduct me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To his successor as a helpless plaintiff;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At least, in such a cause.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Are you much hurt?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Are you much hurt?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Irreparably in my self-esteem.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Irreparably in my self-esteem.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Speak out; fear nothing: being stung at heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would you do to be revenged on this man?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Speak out; fear nothing: being stung at heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What would you do to be revenged on this man?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. That which I dare not name, and yet will do.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. That which I dare not name, and yet will do.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Then wherefore came you here?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Then wherefore came you here?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>I come for justice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because my general is Doge, and will not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See his old soldier trampled on. Had any,<span class="linenum">380</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save Faliero, filled the ducal throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This blood had been washed out in other blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You come to me for justice—unto <i>me!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Doge of Venice, and I cannot give it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot even obtain it—'twas denied<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me most solemnly an hour ago!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. How says your Highness?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Steno is condemned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a month's confinement.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>What! the same who dared<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stain the ducal throne with those foul words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That have cried shame to every ear in Venice?<span class="linenum">390</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, doubtless they have echoed o'er the arsenal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeping due time with every hammer's clink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a good jest to jolly artisans;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or making chorus to the creaking oar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the vile tune of every galley-slave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, as he sung the merry stave, exulted<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He</i> was not a shamed dotard like the Doge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Is't possible? a month's imprisonment!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more for Steno?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>You have heard the offence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now you know his punishment; and then<span class="linenum">400</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You ask redress of <i>me</i>! Go to the Forty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who passed the sentence upon Michel Steno;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'll do as much by Barbaro, no doubt.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Ah! dared I speak my feelings!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Give them breath.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine have no further outrage to endure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Then, in a word, it rests but on your word<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To punish and avenge—I will not say<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>My</i> petty wrong, for what is a mere blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However vile, to such a thing as I am?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the base insult done your state and person.<span class="linenum">410</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You overrate my power, which is a pageant.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This Cap is not the Monarch's crown; these robes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might move compassion, like a beggar's rags;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, more, a beggar's are his own, and these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But lent to the poor puppet, who must play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its part with all its empire in this ermine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Wouldst thou be King?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Yes—of a happy people.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Wouldst thou be sovereign lord of Venice?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>Aye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If that the people shared that sovereignty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that nor they nor I were further slaves<span class="linenum">420</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this o'ergrown aristocratic Hydra,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_394" id="FNanchor_394"></a><a href="#Footnote_394" class="fnanchor">[394]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poisonous heads of whose envenomed body<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have breathed a pestilence upon us all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Yet, thou wast born, and still hast lived, patrician.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. In evil hour was I so born; my birth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath made me Doge to be insulted: but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lived and toiled a soldier and a servant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Venice and her people, not the Senate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their good and my own honour were my guerdon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have fought and bled; commanded, aye, and conquered;<span class="linenum">430</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made and marred peace oft in embassies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it might chance to be our country's 'vantage;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have traversed land and sea in constant duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through almost sixty years, and still for Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My fathers' and my birthplace, whose dear spires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rising at distance o'er the blue Lagoon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was reward enough for me to view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more; but not for any knot of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor sect, nor faction, did I bleed or sweat!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But would you know why I have done all this?<span class="linenum">440</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask of the bleeding pelican why she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath ripped her bosom? Had the bird a voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She'd tell thee 'twas for <i>all</i> her little ones.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. And yet they made thee Duke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span><i>They made</i> me so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought it not, the flattering fetters met me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Returning from my Roman embassy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never having hitherto refused<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toil, charge, or duty for the state, I did not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At these late years, decline what was the highest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all in seeming, but of all most base<span class="linenum">450</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In what we have to do and to endure:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear witness for me thou, my injured subject,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I can neither right myself nor thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You shall do both, if you possess the will;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many thousands more not less oppressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wait but for a signal—will you give it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You speak in riddles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Which shall soon be read<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At peril of my life—if you disdain not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lend a patient ear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Say on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Not thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor I alone, are injured and abused,<span class="linenum">460</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Contemned and trampled on; but the whole people<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Groan with the strong conception of their wrongs:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foreign soldiers in the Senate's pay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are discontented for their long arrears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The native mariners, and civic troops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel with their friends; for who is he amongst them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose brethren, parents, children, wives, or sisters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have not partook<a name="FNanchor_395" id="FNanchor_395"></a><a href="#Footnote_395" class="fnanchor">[395]</a> oppression, or pollution,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the patricians? And the hopeless war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the Genoese, which is still maintained<span class="linenum">470</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the plebeian blood, and treasure wrung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From their hard earnings, has inflamed them further:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even now—but, I forget that speaking thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps I pass the sentence of my death!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And suffering what thou hast done—fear'st thou death?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be silent then, and live on, to be beaten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By those for whom thou hast bled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>No, I will speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At every hazard; and if Venice' Doge<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should turn delator, be the shame on him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorrow too; for he will lose far more<span class="linenum">480</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. From me fear nothing; out with it!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Know then, that there are met and sworn in secret<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A band of brethren, valiant hearts and true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men who have proved all fortunes, and have long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grieved over that of Venice, and have right<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do so; having served her in all climes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And having rescued her from foreign foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would do the same from those within her walls.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are not numerous, nor yet too few<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their great purpose; they have arms, and means,<span class="linenum">490</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hearts, and hopes, and faith, and patient courage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. For what then do they pause?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>An hour to strike.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aside</i>). Saint Mark's shall strike that hour!<a name="FNanchor_396" id="FNanchor_396"></a><a href="#Footnote_396" class="fnanchor">[396]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>I now have placed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life, my honour, all my earthly hopes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within thy power, but in the firm belief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That injuries like ours, sprung from one cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will generate one vengeance: should it be so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be our Chief now—our Sovereign hereafter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How many are ye?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>I'll not answer that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I am answered.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>How, sir! do you menace?<span class="linenum">500</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. No; I affirm. I have betrayed myself;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there's no torture in the mystic wells<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which undermine your palace, nor in those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not less appalling cells, the "leaden roofs,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To force a single name from me of others.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Pozzi<a name="FNanchor_397" id="FNanchor_397"></a><a href="#Footnote_397" class="fnanchor">[397]</a> and the Piombi were in vain;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They might wring blood from me, but treachery never.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I would pass the fearful "Bridge of Sighs,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joyous that mine must be the last that e'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would echo o'er the Stygian wave which flows<span class="linenum">510</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the murderers and the murdered, washing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prison and the palace walls: there are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those who would live to think on't, and avenge me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. If such your power and purpose, why come here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sue for justice, being in the course<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do yourself due right?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Because the man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who claims protection from authority,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Showing his confidence and his submission<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To that authority, can hardly be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suspected of combining to destroy it.<span class="linenum">520</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I sate down too humbly with this blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moody brow and muttered threats had made me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A marked man to the Forty's inquisition;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But loud complaint, however angrily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It shapes its phrase, is little to be feared,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And less distrusted. But, besides all this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had another reason.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>What was that?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Some rumours that the Doge was greatly moved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the reference of the Avogadori<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Michel Steno's sentence to the Forty<span class="linenum">530</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had reached me. I had served you, honoured you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And felt that you were dangerously insulted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being of an order of such spirits, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Requite tenfold both good and evil: 'twas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wish to prove and urge you to redress.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now you know all; and that I speak the truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My peril be the proof.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>You have deeply ventured;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all must do so who would greatly win:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus far I'll answer you—your secret's safe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. And is this all?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Unless with all intrusted,<span class="linenum">540</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would you have me answer?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>I would have you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trust him who leaves his life in trust with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. But I must know your plan, your names, and numbers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last may then be doubled, and the former<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Matured and strengthened.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>We're enough already;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are the sole ally we covet now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. But bring me to the knowledge of your chiefs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. That shall be done upon your formal pledge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep the faith that we will pledge to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. When? where?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>This night I'll bring to your apartment<span class="linenum">550</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two of the principals: a greater number<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were hazardous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Stay, I must think of this.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What if I were to trust myself amongst you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave the palace?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>You must come alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>I come for justice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because my general is Doge, and will not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">See his old soldier trampled on. Had any,<span class="linenum">380</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save Faliero, filled the ducal throne,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This blood had been washed out in other blood.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You come to me for justice—unto <i>me!</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Doge of Venice, and I cannot give it;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot even obtain it—'twas denied<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To me most solemnly an hour ago!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. How says your Highness?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Steno is condemned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To a month's confinement.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_360">[360]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>What! the same who dared<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To stain the ducal throne with those foul words,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That have cried shame to every ear in Venice?<span class="linenum">390</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, doubtless they have echoed o'er the arsenal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Keeping due time with every hammer's clink,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As a good jest to jolly artisans;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or making chorus to the creaking oar,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the vile tune of every galley-slave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who, as he sung the merry stave, exulted<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>He</i> was not a shamed dotard like the Doge.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Is't possible? a month's imprisonment!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No more for Steno?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>You have heard the offence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And now you know his punishment; and then<span class="linenum">400</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">You ask redress of <i>me</i>! Go to the Forty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who passed the sentence upon Michel Steno;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They'll do as much by Barbaro, no doubt.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Ah! dared I speak my feelings!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Give them breath.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mine have no further outrage to endure.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Then, in a word, it rests but on your word<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To punish and avenge—I will not say<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>My</i> petty wrong, for what is a mere blow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">However vile, to such a thing as I am?—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the base insult done your state and person.<span class="linenum">410</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You overrate my power, which is a pageant.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This Cap is not the Monarch's crown; these robes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might move compassion, like a beggar's rags;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, more, a beggar's are his own, and these<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But lent to the poor puppet, who must play<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its part with all its empire in this ermine.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Wouldst thou be King?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Yes—of a happy people.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Wouldst thou be sovereign lord of Venice?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>Aye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If that the people shared that sovereignty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that nor they nor I were further slaves<span class="linenum">420</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To this o'ergrown aristocratic Hydra,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_361">[361]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_394"></a><a href="#Footnote_394" class="fnanchor">[394]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The poisonous heads of whose envenomed body<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have breathed a pestilence upon us all.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Yet, thou wast born, and still hast lived, patrician.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. In evil hour was I so born; my birth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath made me Doge to be insulted: but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I lived and toiled a soldier and a servant<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Venice and her people, not the Senate;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their good and my own honour were my guerdon.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have fought and bled; commanded, aye, and conquered;<span class="linenum">430</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have made and marred peace oft in embassies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As it might chance to be our country's 'vantage;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have traversed land and sea in constant duty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through almost sixty years, and still for Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My fathers' and my birthplace, whose dear spires,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rising at distance o'er the blue Lagoon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was reward enough for me to view<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Once more; but not for any knot of men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sect, nor faction, did I bleed or sweat!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But would you know why I have done all this?<span class="linenum">440</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ask of the bleeding pelican why she<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath ripped her bosom? Had the bird a voice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She'd tell thee 'twas for <i>all</i> her little ones.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. And yet they made thee Duke.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span><i>They made</i> me so;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sought it not, the flattering fetters met me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_362">[362]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Returning from my Roman embassy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And never having hitherto refused<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Toil, charge, or duty for the state, I did not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At these late years, decline what was the highest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of all in seeming, but of all most base<span class="linenum">450</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In what we have to do and to endure:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bear witness for me thou, my injured subject,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When I can neither right myself nor thee.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You shall do both, if you possess the will;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And many thousands more not less oppressed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who wait but for a signal—will you give it?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You speak in riddles.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Which shall soon be read<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At peril of my life—if you disdain not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lend a patient ear.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Say on.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Not thou,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor I alone, are injured and abused,<span class="linenum">460</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Contemned and trampled on; but the whole people<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Groan with the strong conception of their wrongs:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The foreign soldiers in the Senate's pay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are discontented for their long arrears;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The native mariners, and civic troops,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Feel with their friends; for who is he amongst them<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose brethren, parents, children, wives, or sisters,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have not partook<a id="FNanchor_395"></a><a href="#Footnote_395" class="fnanchor">[395]</a> oppression, or pollution,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the patricians? And the hopeless war<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against the Genoese, which is still maintained<span class="linenum">470</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the plebeian blood, and treasure wrung<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From their hard earnings, has inflamed them further:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even now—but, I forget that speaking thus,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps I pass the sentence of my death!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And suffering what thou hast done—fear'st thou death?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be silent then, and live on, to be beaten<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By those for whom thou hast bled.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>No, I will speak<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At every hazard; and if Venice' Doge<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_363">[363]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should turn delator, be the shame on him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sorrow too; for he will lose far more<span class="linenum">480</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than I.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. From me fear nothing; out with it!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Know then, that there are met and sworn in secret<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A band of brethren, valiant hearts and true;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Men who have proved all fortunes, and have long<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Grieved over that of Venice, and have right<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To do so; having served her in all climes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And having rescued her from foreign foes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would do the same from those within her walls.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They are not numerous, nor yet too few<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For their great purpose; they have arms, and means,<span class="linenum">490</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hearts, and hopes, and faith, and patient courage.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. For what then do they pause?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>An hour to strike.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aside</i>). Saint Mark's shall strike that hour!<a id="FNanchor_396"></a><a href="#Footnote_396" class="fnanchor">[396]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>I now have placed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My life, my honour, all my earthly hopes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within thy power, but in the firm belief<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That injuries like ours, sprung from one cause,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will generate one vengeance: should it be so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be our Chief now—our Sovereign hereafter.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. How many are ye?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>I'll not answer that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till I am answered.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>How, sir! do you menace?<span class="linenum">500</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. No; I affirm. I have betrayed myself;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But there's no torture in the mystic wells<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which undermine your palace, nor in those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not less appalling cells, the "leaden roofs,"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To force a single name from me of others.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Pozzi<a id="FNanchor_397"></a><a href="#Footnote_397" class="fnanchor">[397]</a> and the Piombi were in vain;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_364">[364]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They might wring blood from me, but treachery never.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I would pass the fearful "Bridge of Sighs,"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Joyous that mine must be the last that e'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would echo o'er the Stygian wave which flows<span class="linenum">510</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Between the murderers and the murdered, washing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The prison and the palace walls: there are<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those who would live to think on't, and avenge me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. If such your power and purpose, why come here<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To sue for justice, being in the course<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To do yourself due right?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Because the man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who claims protection from authority,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Showing his confidence and his submission<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To that authority, can hardly be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Suspected of combining to destroy it.<span class="linenum">520</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had I sate down too humbly with this blow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moody brow and muttered threats had made me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A marked man to the Forty's inquisition;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But loud complaint, however angrily<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It shapes its phrase, is little to be feared,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And less distrusted. But, besides all this,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had another reason.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>What was that?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Some rumours that the Doge was greatly moved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the reference of the Avogadori<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Michel Steno's sentence to the Forty<span class="linenum">530</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had reached me. I had served you, honoured you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And felt that you were dangerously insulted,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Being of an order of such spirits, as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Requite tenfold both good and evil: 'twas<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My wish to prove and urge you to redress.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now you know all; and that I speak the truth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My peril be the proof.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_365">[365]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>You have deeply ventured;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But all must do so who would greatly win:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus far I'll answer you—your secret's safe.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. And is this all?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Unless with all intrusted,<span class="linenum">540</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What would you have me answer?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>I would have you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Trust him who leaves his life in trust with you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. But I must know your plan, your names, and numbers;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The last may then be doubled, and the former<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Matured and strengthened.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>We're enough already;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You are the sole ally we covet now.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. But bring me to the knowledge of your chiefs.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. That shall be done upon your formal pledge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To keep the faith that we will pledge to you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. When? where?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>This night I'll bring to your apartment<span class="linenum">550</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Two of the principals: a greater number<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were hazardous.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Stay, I must think of this.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What if I were to trust myself amongst you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And leave the palace?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>You must come alone.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. With but my nephew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Not were he your son!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Wretch! darest thou name my son? He died in arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Sapienza<a name="FNanchor_398" id="FNanchor_398"></a><a href="#Footnote_398" class="fnanchor">[398]</a> for this faithless state.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! that he were alive, and I in ashes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or that he were alive ere I be ashes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should not need the dubious aid of strangers.<span class="linenum">560</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Not one of all those strangers whom thou doubtest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But will regard thee with a filial feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that thou keep'st a father's faith with them.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The die is cast. Where is the place of meeting?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. At midnight I will be alone and masked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where'er your Highness pleases to direct me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wait your coming, and conduct you where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall receive our homage, and pronounce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon our project.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>At what hour arises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>Late, but the atmosphere is thick and dusky,<span class="linenum">570</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis a sirocco.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>At the midnight hour, then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near to the church where sleep my sires;<a name="FNanchor_399" id="FNanchor_399"></a><a href="#Footnote_399" class="fnanchor">[399]</a> the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twin-named from the apostles John and Paul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gondola,<a name="FNanchor_400" id="FNanchor_400"></a><a href="#Footnote_400" class="fnanchor">[400]</a> with one oar only, will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lurk in the narrow channel which glides by.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. With but my nephew.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Not were he your son!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Wretch! darest thou name my son? He died in arms<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At Sapienza<a id="FNanchor_398"></a><a href="#Footnote_398" class="fnanchor">[398]</a> for this faithless state.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! that he were alive, and I in ashes!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or that he were alive ere I be ashes!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I should not need the dubious aid of strangers.<span class="linenum">560</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Not one of all those strangers whom thou doubtest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But will regard thee with a filial feeling,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that thou keep'st a father's faith with them.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_366">[366]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The die is cast. Where is the place of meeting?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. At midnight I will be alone and masked<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where'er your Highness pleases to direct me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To wait your coming, and conduct you where<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You shall receive our homage, and pronounce<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon our project.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>At what hour arises<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The moon?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>Late, but the atmosphere is thick and dusky,<span class="linenum">570</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a sirocco.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>At the midnight hour, then,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Near to the church where sleep my sires;<a id="FNanchor_399"></a><a href="#Footnote_399" class="fnanchor">[399]</a> the same,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Twin-named from the apostles John and Paul;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A gondola,<a id="FNanchor_400"></a><a href="#Footnote_400" class="fnanchor">[400]</a> with one oar only, will<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lurk in the narrow channel which glides by.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be there.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I will not fail.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I will not fail.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>And now retire——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>And now retire——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. In the full hope your Highness will not falter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your great purpose. Prince, I take my leave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Isreal Bertuccio</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. In the full hope your Highness will not falter<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In your great purpose. Prince, I take my leave.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Isreal Bertuccio</span>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). At midnight, by the church Saints John and Paul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sleep my noble fathers, I repair—<span class="linenum">580</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what? to hold a council in the dark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With common ruffians leagued to ruin states!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will not my great sires leap from the vault,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where lie two Doges who preceded me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pluck me down amongst them? Would they could!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I should rest in honour with the honoured.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! I must not think of them, but those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who have made me thus unworthy of a name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noble and brave as aught of consular<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Roman marbles; but I will redeem it<span class="linenum">590</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Back to its antique lustre in our annals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By sweet revenge on all that's base in Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freedom to the rest, or leave it black<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all the growing calumnies of Time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which never spare the fame of him who fails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But try the Cæsar, or the Catiline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the true touchstone of desert—Success.<a name="FNanchor_401" id="FNanchor_401"></a><a href="#Footnote_401" class="fnanchor">[401]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). At midnight, by the church Saints John and Paul,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where sleep my noble fathers, I repair—<span class="linenum">580</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To what? to hold a council in the dark<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With common ruffians leagued to ruin states!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And will not my great sires leap from the vault,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where lie two Doges who preceded me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And pluck me down amongst them? Would they could!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_367">[367]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I should rest in honour with the honoured.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! I must not think of them, but those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who have made me thus unworthy of a name<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Noble and brave as aught of consular<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On Roman marbles; but I will redeem it<span class="linenum">590</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Back to its antique lustre in our annals,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By sweet revenge on all that's base in Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And freedom to the rest, or leave it black<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To all the growing calumnies of Time,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which never spare the fame of him who fails,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But try the Cæsar, or the Catiline,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the true touchstone of desert—Success.<a id="FNanchor_401"></a><a href="#Footnote_401" class="fnanchor">[401]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<h3><a name="ACT_II" id="ACT_II"></a>ACT II.</h3> +<h3><a id="ACT_II"></a>ACT II.</h3> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I.—<i>An Apartment in the Ducal Palace</i>.</h4> -<p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Angiolina</span><a name="FNanchor_402" id="FNanchor_402"></a><a href="#Footnote_402" class="fnanchor">[402]</a> +<p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Angiolina</span><a id="FNanchor_402"></a><a href="#Footnote_402" class="fnanchor">[402]</a> (<i>wife of the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span>) <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Marianna</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. What was the Doge's answer?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>That he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That moment summoned to a conference;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But 'tis by this time ended. I perceived<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not long ago the Senators embarking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the last gondola may now be seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gliding into the throng of barks which stud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glittering waters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Would he were returned!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has been much disquieted of late;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Time, which has not tamed his fiery spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor yet enfeebled even his mortal frame,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which seems to be more nourished by a soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So quick and restless that it would consume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less hardy clay—Time has but little power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his resentments or his griefs. Unlike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To other spirits of his order, who,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the first burst of passion, pour away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their wrath or sorrow, all things wear in him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An aspect of Eternity: his thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His feelings, passions, good or evil, all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have nothing of old age;<a name="FNanchor_403" id="FNanchor_403"></a><a href="#Footnote_403" class="fnanchor">[403]</a> and his bold brow<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bears but the scars of mind, the thoughts of years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not their decrepitude: and he of late<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has been more agitated than his wont.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would he were come! for I alone have power<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his troubled spirit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>It is true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Highness has of late been greatly moved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the affront of Steno, and with cause:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the offender doubtless even now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is doomed to expiate his rash insult with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such chastisement as will enforce respect<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To female virtue, and to noble blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. 'Twas a gross insult; but I heed it not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the rash scorner's falsehood in itself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for the effect, the deadly deep impression<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which it has made upon Faliero's soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The proud, the fiery, the austere—austere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all save me: I tremble when I think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what it may conduct.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Assuredly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Doge can not suspect you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Suspect <i>me!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why Steno dared not: when he scrawled his lie,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grovelling by stealth in the moon's glimmering light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His own still conscience smote him for the act,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every shadow on the walls frowned shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his coward calumny.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>'Twere fit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He should be punished grievously.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>He is so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. What! is the sentence passed? is he condemned?<a name="FNanchor_de" id="FNanchor_de"></a><a href="#Footnote_de" class="fnanchor">[de]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I know not that, but he has been detected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. And deem you this enough for such foul scorn?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I would not be a judge in my own cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor do I know what sense of punishment<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">May reach the soul of ribalds such as Steno;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if his insults sink no deeper in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The minds of the inquisitors than they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have ruffled mine, he will, for all acquittance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be left to his own shamelessness or shame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. Some sacrifice is due to slandered virtue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Why, what is virtue if it needs a victim?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if it must depend upon men's words?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dying Roman said, "'twas but a name:"<a name="FNanchor_404" id="FNanchor_404"></a><a href="#Footnote_404" class="fnanchor">[404]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It were indeed no more, if human breath<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could make or mar it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Yet full many a dame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stainless and faithful, would feel all the wrong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such a slander; and less rigid ladies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as abound in Venice, would be loud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all-inexorable in their cry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For justice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>This but proves it is the name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not the quality they prize: the first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have found it a hard task to hold their honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they require it to be blazoned forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those who have not kept it, seek its seeming<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they would look out for an ornament<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which they feel the want, but not because<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They think it so; they live in others' thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And would seem honest as they must seem fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. You have strange thoughts for a patrician dame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And yet they were my father's; with his name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sole inheritance he left.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>You want none;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wife to a Prince, the Chief of the Republic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I should have sought none though a peasant's bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But feel not less the love and gratitude<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Due to my father, who bestowed my hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his early, tried, and trusted friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Count Val di Marino, now our Doge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. And with that hand did he bestow your heart?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. He did so, or it had not been bestowed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. Yet this strange disproportion in your years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, let me add, disparity of tempers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might make the world doubt whether such an union<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could make you wisely, permanently happy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. The world will think with worldlings; but my heart<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has still been in my duties, which are many,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never difficult.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>And do you love him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I love all noble qualities which merit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love, and I loved my father, who first taught me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To single out what we should love in others,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to subdue all tendency to lend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best and purest feelings of our nature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To baser passions. He bestowed my hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon Faliero: he had known him noble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brave, generous; rich in all the qualities<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of soldier, citizen, and friend; in all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such have I found him as my father said.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His faults are those that dwell in the high bosoms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of men who have commanded; too much pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the deep passions fiercely fostered by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The uses of patricians, and a life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spent in the storms of state and war; and also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the quick sense of honour, which becomes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A duty to a certain sign, a vice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When overstrained, and this I fear in him.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he has been rash from his youth upwards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet tempered by redeeming nobleness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such sort, that the wariest of republics<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has lavished all its chief employs upon him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his first fight to his last embassy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From which on his return the Dukedom met him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. But previous to this marriage, had your heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er beat for any of the noble youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as in years had been more meet to match<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beauty like yours? or, since, have you ne'er seen<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">One, who, if your fair hand were still to give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might now pretend to Loredano's daughter?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I answered your first question when I said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I married.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>And the second?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Needs no answer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. I pray you pardon, if I have offended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I feel no wrath, but some surprise: I knew not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wedded bosoms could permit themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ponder upon what they <i>now</i> might choose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or aught save their past choice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>'Tis their past choice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That far too often makes them deem they would<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now choose more wisely, could they cancel it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. It may be so. I knew not of such thoughts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. Here comes the Doge—shall I retire?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>It may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be better you should quit me; he seems rapt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thought.—How pensively he takes his way!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Marianna</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. What was the Doge's answer?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>That he was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_368">[368]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That moment summoned to a conference;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But 'tis by this time ended. I perceived<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not long ago the Senators embarking;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the last gondola may now be seen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gliding into the throng of barks which stud<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The glittering waters.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Would he were returned!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He has been much disquieted of late;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Time, which has not tamed his fiery spirit,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet enfeebled even his mortal frame,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which seems to be more nourished by a soul<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So quick and restless that it would consume<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Less hardy clay—Time has but little power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On his resentments or his griefs. Unlike<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To other spirits of his order, who,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the first burst of passion, pour away<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their wrath or sorrow, all things wear in him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An aspect of Eternity: his thoughts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His feelings, passions, good or evil, all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have nothing of old age;<a id="FNanchor_403"></a><a href="#Footnote_403" class="fnanchor">[403]</a> and his bold brow<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bears but the scars of mind, the thoughts of years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not their decrepitude: and he of late<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has been more agitated than his wont.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would he were come! for I alone have power<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_369">[369]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his troubled spirit.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>It is true,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His Highness has of late been greatly moved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the affront of Steno, and with cause:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the offender doubtless even now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is doomed to expiate his rash insult with<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such chastisement as will enforce respect<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To female virtue, and to noble blood.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. 'Twas a gross insult; but I heed it not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the rash scorner's falsehood in itself,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But for the effect, the deadly deep impression<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which it has made upon Faliero's soul,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The proud, the fiery, the austere—austere<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To all save me: I tremble when I think<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To what it may conduct.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Assuredly<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Doge can not suspect you?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Suspect <i>me!</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why Steno dared not: when he scrawled his lie,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Grovelling by stealth in the moon's glimmering light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His own still conscience smote him for the act,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And every shadow on the walls frowned shame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his coward calumny.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>'Twere fit<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He should be punished grievously.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>He is so.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. What! is the sentence passed? is he condemned?<a id="FNanchor_de"></a><a href="#Footnote_de" class="fnanchor">[de]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I know not that, but he has been detected.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. And deem you this enough for such foul scorn?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I would not be a judge in my own cause,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor do I know what sense of punishment<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">May reach the soul of ribalds such as Steno;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But if his insults sink no deeper in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The minds of the inquisitors than they<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have ruffled mine, he will, for all acquittance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be left to his own shamelessness or shame.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. Some sacrifice is due to slandered virtue.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Why, what is virtue if it needs a victim?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or if it must depend upon men's words?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_370">[370]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dying Roman said, "'twas but a name:"<a id="FNanchor_404"></a><a href="#Footnote_404" class="fnanchor">[404]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It were indeed no more, if human breath<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could make or mar it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Yet full many a dame,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stainless and faithful, would feel all the wrong<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of such a slander; and less rigid ladies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as abound in Venice, would be loud<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all-inexorable in their cry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For justice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>This but proves it is the name<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not the quality they prize: the first<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have found it a hard task to hold their honour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If they require it to be blazoned forth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And those who have not kept it, seek its seeming<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As they would look out for an ornament<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of which they feel the want, but not because<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They think it so; they live in others' thoughts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And would seem honest as they must seem fair.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. You have strange thoughts for a patrician dame.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And yet they were my father's; with his name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sole inheritance he left.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>You want none;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wife to a Prince, the Chief of the Republic.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I should have sought none though a peasant's bride,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But feel not less the love and gratitude<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Due to my father, who bestowed my hand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his early, tried, and trusted friend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Count Val di Marino, now our Doge.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. And with that hand did he bestow your heart?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. He did so, or it had not been bestowed.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. Yet this strange disproportion in your years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, let me add, disparity of tempers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might make the world doubt whether such an union<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could make you wisely, permanently happy.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. The world will think with worldlings; but my heart<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has still been in my duties, which are many,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_371">[371]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But never difficult.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>And do you love him?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I love all noble qualities which merit<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Love, and I loved my father, who first taught me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To single out what we should love in others,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to subdue all tendency to lend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The best and purest feelings of our nature<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To baser passions. He bestowed my hand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon Faliero: he had known him noble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Brave, generous; rich in all the qualities<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of soldier, citizen, and friend; in all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such have I found him as my father said.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His faults are those that dwell in the high bosoms<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of men who have commanded; too much pride,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the deep passions fiercely fostered by<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The uses of patricians, and a life<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spent in the storms of state and war; and also<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the quick sense of honour, which becomes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A duty to a certain sign, a vice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When overstrained, and this I fear in him.<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then he has been rash from his youth upwards,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet tempered by redeeming nobleness<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In such sort, that the wariest of republics<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has lavished all its chief employs upon him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From his first fight to his last embassy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From which on his return the Dukedom met him.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. But previous to this marriage, had your heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er beat for any of the noble youth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as in years had been more meet to match<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty like yours? or, since, have you ne'er seen<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">One, who, if your fair hand were still to give,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might now pretend to Loredano's daughter?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I answered your first question when I said<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I married.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>And the second?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Needs no answer.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. I pray you pardon, if I have offended.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I feel no wrath, but some surprise: I knew not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That wedded bosoms could permit themselves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To ponder upon what they <i>now</i> might choose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or aught save their past choice.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_372">[372]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>'Tis their past choice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That far too often makes them deem they would<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now choose more wisely, could they cancel it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. It may be so. I knew not of such thoughts.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Mar</i>. Here comes the Doge—shall I retire?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>It may<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be better you should quit me; he seems rapt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In thought.—How pensively he takes his way!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Marianna</span>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Pietro</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>musing</i>). There is a certain Philip Calendaro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now in the Arsenal, who holds command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of eighty men, and has great influence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides on all the spirits of his comrades:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This man, I hear, is bold and popular,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sudden and daring, and yet secret; 'twould<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be well that he were won: I needs must hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Israel Bertuccio has secured him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fain would be——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>My Lord, pray pardon me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For breaking in upon your meditation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Senator Bertuccio, your kinsman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Charged me to follow and enquire your pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fix an hour when he may speak with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. At sunset.—Stay a moment—let me see—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say in the second hour of night. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Pietro</span>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>My Lord!<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. My dearest child, forgive me—why delay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So long approaching me?—I saw you not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. You were absorbed in thought, and he who now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has parted from you might have words of weight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bear you from the Senate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>From the Senate?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I would not interrupt him in his duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And theirs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>The Senate's duty! you mistake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis we who owe all service to the Senate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I thought the Duke had held command in Venice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. He shall.—But let that pass.—We will be jocund.<span class="linenum">160</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How fares it with you? have you been abroad?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day is overcast, but the calm wave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Favours the gondolier's light skimming oar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or have you held a levee of your friends?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or has your music made you solitary?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say—is there aught that you would will within<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little sway now left the Duke? or aught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of fitting splendour, or of honest pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Social or lonely, that would glad your heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To compensate for many a dull hour, wasted<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">On an old man oft moved with many cares?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak, and 'tis done.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>You're ever kind to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have nothing to desire, or to request,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except to see you oftener and calmer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Calmer?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Aye, calmer, my good Lord.—Ah, why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you still keep apart, and walk alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let such strong emotions stamp your brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As not betraying their full import, yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disclose too much?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Disclose too much!—of what?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is there to disclose?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>A heart so ill<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At ease.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>'Tis nothing, child.—But in the state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know what daily cares oppress all those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who govern this precarious commonwealth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now suffering from the Genoese without,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And malcontents within—'tis this which makes me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More pensive and less tranquil than my wont.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Yet this existed long before, and never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till in these late days did I see you thus.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive me; there is something at your heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than the mere discharge of public duties,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which long use and a talent like to yours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have rendered light, nay, a necessity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep your mind from stagnating. 'Tis not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In hostile states, nor perils, thus to shake you,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You, who have stood all storms and never sunk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And climbed up to the pinnacle of power<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never fainted by the way, and stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon it, and can look down steadily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along the depth beneath, and ne'er feel dizzy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were Genoa's galleys riding in the port,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were civil fury raging in Saint Mark's,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are not to be wrought on, but would fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you have risen, with an unaltered brow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your feelings now are of a different kind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Something has stung your pride, not patriotism.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Pride! Angiolina? Alas! none is left me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Yes—the same sin that overthrew the angels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of all sins most easily besets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mortals the nearest to the angelic nature:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vile are only vain; the great are proud.<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I <i>had</i> the pride of honour, of <i>your</i> honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep at my heart—But let us change the theme.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Ah no!—As I have ever shared your kindness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all things else, let me not be shut out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From your distress: were it of public import,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know I never sought, would never seek<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To win a word from you; but feeling now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your grief is private, it belongs to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lighten or divide it. Since the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When foolish Steno's ribaldry detected<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unfixed your quiet, you are greatly changed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I would soothe you back to what you were.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. To what I was!—have you heard Steno's sentence?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. No.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>A month's arrest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Is it not enough?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Enough!—yes, for a drunken galley slave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, stung by stripes, may murmur at his master;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not for a deliberate, false, cool villain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who stains a Lady's and a Prince's honour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even on the throne of his authority.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. There seems to be enough in the conviction<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a patrician guilty of a falsehood:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All other punishment were light unto<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His loss of honour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Such men have no honour;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have but their vile lives—and these are spared.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. You would not have him die for this offence?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Not <i>now</i>:—being still alive, I'd have him live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long as <i>he</i> can; he has ceased to merit death;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guilty saved hath damned his hundred judges,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he is pure, for now his crime is theirs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Oh! had this false and flippant libeller<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shed his young blood for his absurd lampoon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er from that moment could this breast have known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A joyous hour, or dreamless slumber more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Does not the law of Heaven say blood for blood?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he who <i>taints</i> kills more than he who sheds it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it the <i>pain</i> of blows, or <i>shame</i> of blows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes such deadly to the sense of man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not the laws of man say blood for honour,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, less than honour, for a little gold?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say not the laws of nations blood for treason?<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is't nothing to have filled these veins with poison<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their once healthful current? is it nothing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have stained your name and mine—the noblest names?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is't nothing to have brought into contempt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Prince before his people? to have failed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the respect accorded by Mankind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To youth in woman, and old age in man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To virtue in your sex, and dignity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In ours?—But let them look to it who have saved him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Heaven bids us to forgive our enemies.<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Doth Heaven forgive her own? Is there not Hell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For wrath eternal?<a name="FNanchor_df" id="FNanchor_df"></a><a href="#Footnote_df" class="fnanchor">[df]</a><a name="FNanchor_405" id="FNanchor_405"></a><a href="#Footnote_405" class="fnanchor">[405]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Do not speak thus wildly—<a name="FNanchor_dg" id="FNanchor_dg"></a><a href="#Footnote_dg" class="fnanchor">[dg]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven will alike forgive you and your foes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Amen! May Heaven forgive them!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>And will you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Yes, when they are in Heaven!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>And not till then?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. What matters my forgiveness? an old man's,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worn out, scorned, spurned, abused; what matters then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My pardon more than my resentment, both<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being weak and worthless? I have lived too long;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let us change the argument.—My child!<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My injured wife, the child of Loredano,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The brave, the chivalrous, how little deemed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy father, wedding thee unto his friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he was linking thee to shame!—Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shame without sin, for thou art faultless. Hadst thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But had a different husband, <i>any</i> husband<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Venice save the Doge, this blight, this brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This blasphemy had never fallen upon thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So young, so beautiful, so good, so pure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To suffer this, and yet be unavenged!<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I am too well avenged, for you still love me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trust, and honour me; and all men know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you are just, and I am true: what more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I require, or you command?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>'Tis well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may be better; but whate'er betide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be thou at least kind to my memory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Why speak you thus?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>It is no matter why;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I would still, whatever others think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have your respect both now and in my grave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Why should you doubt it? has it ever failed?<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Come hither, child! I would a word with you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your father was my friend; unequal Fortune<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made him my debtor for some courtesies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which bind the good more firmly: when, oppressed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his last malady, he willed our union,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not to repay me, long repaid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before by his great loyalty in friendship;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His object was to place your orphan beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In honourable safety from the perils,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, in this scorpion nest of vice, assail<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lonely and undowered maid. I did not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think with him, but would not oppose the thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which soothed his death-bed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>I have not forgotten<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nobleness with which you bade me speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If my young heart held any preference<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which would have made me happier; nor your offer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make my dowry equal to the rank<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of aught in Venice, and forego all claim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My father's last injunction gave you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas not a foolish dotard's vile caprice,<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor the false edge of agéd appetite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which made me covetous of girlish beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a young bride: for in my fieriest youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I swayed such passions; nor was this my age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Infected with that leprosy of lust<a name="FNanchor_406" id="FNanchor_406"></a><a href="#Footnote_406" class="fnanchor">[406]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which taints the hoariest years of vicious men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making them ransack to the very last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dregs of pleasure for their vanished joys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or buy in selfish marriage some young victim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too helpless to refuse a state that's honest,<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too feeling not to know herself a wretch.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our wedlock was not of this sort; you had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom from me to choose, and urged in answer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your father's choice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>I did so; I would do so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In face of earth and Heaven; for I have never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repented for my sake; sometimes for yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In pondering o'er your late disquietudes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I knew my heart would never treat you harshly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew my days could not disturb you long;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the daughter of my earliest friend,<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His worthy daughter, free to choose again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wealthier and wiser, in the ripest bloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of womanhood, more skilful to select<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By passing these probationary years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inheriting a Prince's name and riches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Secured, by the short penance of enduring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An old man for some summers, against all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That law's chicane or envious kinsmen might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have urged against her right; my best friend's child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would choose more fitly in respect of years,<span class="linenum">340</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not less truly in a faithful heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. My Lord, I looked but to my father's wishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hallowed by his last words, and to my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For doing all its duties, and replying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With faith to him with whom I was affianced.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ambitious hopes ne'er crossed my dreams; and should<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hour you speak of come, it will be seen so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I do believe you; and I know you true:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Love—romantic Love—which in my youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew to be illusion, and ne'er saw<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lasting, but often fatal, it had been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No lure for me, in my most passionate days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And could not be so now, did such exist.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But such respect, and mildly paid regard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a true feeling for your welfare, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A free compliance with all honest wishes,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A kindness to your virtues, watchfulness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not shown, but shadowing o'er such little failings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Youth is apt in, so as not to check<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rashly, but win you from them ere you knew<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You had been won, but thought the change your choice;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pride not in your beauty, but your conduct;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A trust in you; a patriarchal love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a doting homage; friendship, faith,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such estimation in your eyes as these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might claim, I hoped for.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>And have ever had.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I think so. For the difference in our years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You knew it choosing me, and chose; I trusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to my qualities, nor would have faith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such, nor outward ornaments of nature,<span class="linenum">370</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were I still in my five and twentieth spring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I trusted to the blood of Loredano<a name="FNanchor_407" id="FNanchor_407"></a><a href="#Footnote_407" class="fnanchor">[407]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pure in your veins; I trusted to the soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God gave you—to the truths your father taught you—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To your belief in Heaven—to your mild virtues—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To your own faith and honour, for my own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. You have done well.—I thank you for that trust,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I have never for one moment ceased<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To honour you the more for.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Where is Honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Innate and precept-strengthened, 'tis the rock<span class="linenum">380</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of faith connubial: where it is not—where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light thoughts are lurking, or the vanities<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of worldly pleasure rankle in the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sensual throbs convulse it, well I know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twere hopeless for humanity to dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of honesty in such infected blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although 'twere wed to him it covets most:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An incarnation of the poet's God<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all his marble-chiselled beauty, or<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The demi-deity, Alcides, in<span class="linenum">390</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His majesty of superhuman Manhood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would not suffice to bind where virtue is not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is consistency which forms and proves it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vice cannot fix, and Virtue cannot change.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The once fall'n woman must for ever fall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Vice must have variety, while Virtue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands like the Sun, and all which rolls around<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drinks life, and light, and glory from her aspect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And seeing, feeling thus this truth in others,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(I pray you pardon me;) but wherefore yield you<span class="linenum">400</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the most fierce of fatal passions, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disquiet your great thoughts with restless hate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such a thing as Steno?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>You mistake me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not Steno who could move me thus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had it been so, he should—but let that pass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. What is't you feel so deeply, then, even now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The violated majesty of Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At once insulted in her Lord and laws.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Alas! why will you thus consider it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I have thought on't till—but let me lead you back<span class="linenum">410</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what I urged; all these things being noted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wedded you; the world then did me justice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the motive, and my conduct proved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They did me right, while yours was all to praise:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You had all freedom—all respect—all trust<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From me and mine; and, born of those who made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Princes at home, and swept Kings from their thrones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On foreign shores, in all things you appeared<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worthy to be our first of native dames.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. To what does this conduct?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>To thus much—that<span class="linenum">420</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A miscreant's angry breath may blast it all—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A villain, whom for his unbridled bearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in the midst of our great festival,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I caused to be conducted forth, and taught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to demean himself in ducal chambers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wretch like this may leave upon the wall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blighting venom of his sweltering heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this shall spread itself in general poison;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And woman's innocence, man's honour, pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a by-word; and the doubly felon<span class="linenum">430</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Who first insulted virgin modesty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By a gross affront to your attendant damsels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst the noblest of our dames in public)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Requite himself for his most just expulsion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By blackening publicly his Sovereign's consort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be absolved by his upright compeers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. But he has been condemned into captivity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. For such as him a dungeon were acquittal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his brief term of mock-arrest will pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within a palace. But I've done with him;<span class="linenum">440</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rest must be with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>With me, my Lord?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Yes, Angiolina. Do not marvel; I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have let this prey upon me till I feel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life cannot be long; and fain would have you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Regard the injunctions you will find within<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This scroll (<i>giving her a paper</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i11">——Fear not; they are for your advantage:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Read them hereafter at the fitting hour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. My Lord, in life, and after life, you shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be honoured still by me: but may your days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be many yet—and happier than the present!<span class="linenum">450</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This passion will give way, and you will be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Serene, and what you should be—what you were.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I will be what I should be, or be nothing;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never more—oh! never, never more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er the few days or hours which yet await<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blighted old age of Faliero, shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Quiet shed her sunset! Never more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those summer shadows rising from the past<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a not ill-spent nor inglorious life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mellowing the last hours as the night approaches,<span class="linenum">460</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall soothe me to my moment of long rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had but little more to ask, or hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save the regards due to the blood and sweat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the soul's labour through which I had toiled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make my country honoured. As her servant—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her servant, though her chief—I would have gone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down to my fathers with a name serene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pure as theirs; but this has been denied me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would I had died at Zara!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>There you saved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The state; then live to save her still. A day,<span class="linenum">470</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another day like that would be the best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reproof to them, and sole revenge for you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. But one such day occurs within an age;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life is little less than one, and 'tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough for Fortune to have granted <i>once</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That which scarce one more favoured citizen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May win in many states and years. But why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus speak I? Venice has forgot that day—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then why should I remember it?—Farewell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Angiolina! I must to my cabinet;<span class="linenum">480</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's much for me to do—and the hour hastens.<a name="FNanchor_408" id="FNanchor_408"></a><a href="#Footnote_408" class="fnanchor">[408]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Remember what you were.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>It were in vain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joy's recollection is no longer joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. At least, whate'er may urge, let me implore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you will take some little pause of rest:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your sleep for many nights has been so turbid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it had been relief to have awaked you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I not hoped that Nature would o'erpower<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length the thoughts which shook your slumbers thus.<span class="linenum">490</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">An hour of rest will give you to your toils<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fitter thoughts and freshened strength.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>I cannot—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must not, if I could; for never was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such reason to be watchful: yet a few—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet a few days and dream-perturbéd nights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I shall slumber well—but where?—no matter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adieu, my Angiolina.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Let me be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An instant—yet an instant your companion!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot bear to leave you thus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Come then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My gentle child—forgive me: thou wert made<span class="linenum">500</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For better fortunes than to share in mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now darkling in their close toward the deep vale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Death sits robed in his all-sweeping shadow.<a name="FNanchor_dh" id="FNanchor_dh"></a><a href="#Footnote_dh" class="fnanchor">[dh]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I am gone—it may be sooner than<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even these years warrant, for there is that stirring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within—above—around, that in this city<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will make the cemeteries populous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As e'er they were by pestilence or war,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I <i>am</i> nothing, let that which I <i>was</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be still sometimes a name on thy sweet lips,<span class="linenum">510</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A shadow in thy fancy, of a thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which would not have thee mourn it, but remember.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us begone, my child—the time is pressing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>musing</i>). There is a certain Philip Calendaro<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now in the Arsenal, who holds command<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of eighty men, and has great influence<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Besides on all the spirits of his comrades:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This man, I hear, is bold and popular,<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sudden and daring, and yet secret; 'twould<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be well that he were won: I needs must hope<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That Israel Bertuccio has secured him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But fain would be——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pie</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>My Lord, pray pardon me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For breaking in upon your meditation;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Senator Bertuccio, your kinsman,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Charged me to follow and enquire your pleasure<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To fix an hour when he may speak with you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. At sunset.—Stay a moment—let me see—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Say in the second hour of night. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Pietro</span>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>My Lord!<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. My dearest child, forgive me—why delay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So long approaching me?—I saw you not.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. You were absorbed in thought, and he who now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has parted from you might have words of weight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To bear you from the Senate.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>From the Senate?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I would not interrupt him in his duty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And theirs.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>The Senate's duty! you mistake;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis we who owe all service to the Senate.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I thought the Duke had held command in Venice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. He shall.—But let that pass.—We will be jocund.<span class="linenum">160</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_373">[373]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">How fares it with you? have you been abroad?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The day is overcast, but the calm wave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Favours the gondolier's light skimming oar;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or have you held a levee of your friends?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or has your music made you solitary?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Say—is there aught that you would will within<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The little sway now left the Duke? or aught<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of fitting splendour, or of honest pleasure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Social or lonely, that would glad your heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To compensate for many a dull hour, wasted<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">On an old man oft moved with many cares?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Speak, and 'tis done.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>You're ever kind to me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have nothing to desire, or to request,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except to see you oftener and calmer.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Calmer?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Aye, calmer, my good Lord.—Ah, why<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Do you still keep apart, and walk alone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And let such strong emotions stamp your brow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As not betraying their full import, yet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Disclose too much?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Disclose too much!—of what?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What is there to disclose?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>A heart so ill<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">At ease.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>'Tis nothing, child.—But in the state<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You know what daily cares oppress all those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who govern this precarious commonwealth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now suffering from the Genoese without,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And malcontents within—'tis this which makes me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More pensive and less tranquil than my wont.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Yet this existed long before, and never<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till in these late days did I see you thus.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forgive me; there is something at your heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More than the mere discharge of public duties,<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which long use and a talent like to yours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have rendered light, nay, a necessity,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To keep your mind from stagnating. 'Tis not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In hostile states, nor perils, thus to shake you,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You, who have stood all storms and never sunk,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And climbed up to the pinnacle of power<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_374">[374]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And never fainted by the way, and stand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon it, and can look down steadily<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Along the depth beneath, and ne'er feel dizzy.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were Genoa's galleys riding in the port,<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were civil fury raging in Saint Mark's,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You are not to be wrought on, but would fall,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As you have risen, with an unaltered brow:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your feelings now are of a different kind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Something has stung your pride, not patriotism.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Pride! Angiolina? Alas! none is left me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Yes—the same sin that overthrew the angels,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And of all sins most easily besets<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mortals the nearest to the angelic nature:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The vile are only vain; the great are proud.<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I <i>had</i> the pride of honour, of <i>your</i> honour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deep at my heart—But let us change the theme.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Ah no!—As I have ever shared your kindness<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all things else, let me not be shut out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From your distress: were it of public import,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You know I never sought, would never seek<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To win a word from you; but feeling now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your grief is private, it belongs to me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lighten or divide it. Since the day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When foolish Steno's ribaldry detected<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unfixed your quiet, you are greatly changed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I would soothe you back to what you were.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. To what I was!—have you heard Steno's sentence?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. No.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>A month's arrest.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Is it not enough?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Enough!—yes, for a drunken galley slave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who, stung by stripes, may murmur at his master;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But not for a deliberate, false, cool villain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who stains a Lady's and a Prince's honour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even on the throne of his authority.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. There seems to be enough in the conviction<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a patrician guilty of a falsehood:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All other punishment were light unto<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His loss of honour.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Such men have no honour;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_375">[375]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They have but their vile lives—and these are spared.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. You would not have him die for this offence?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Not <i>now</i>:—being still alive, I'd have him live<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Long as <i>he</i> can; he has ceased to merit death;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The guilty saved hath damned his hundred judges,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he is pure, for now his crime is theirs.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Oh! had this false and flippant libeller<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shed his young blood for his absurd lampoon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er from that moment could this breast have known<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A joyous hour, or dreamless slumber more.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Does not the law of Heaven say blood for blood?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he who <i>taints</i> kills more than he who sheds it.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is it the <i>pain</i> of blows, or <i>shame</i> of blows,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That makes such deadly to the sense of man?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Do not the laws of man say blood for honour,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, less than honour, for a little gold?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Say not the laws of nations blood for treason?<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is't nothing to have filled these veins with poison<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For their once healthful current? is it nothing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To have stained your name and mine—the noblest names?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is't nothing to have brought into contempt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Prince before his people? to have failed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the respect accorded by Mankind<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To youth in woman, and old age in man?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To virtue in your sex, and dignity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In ours?—But let them look to it who have saved him.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Heaven bids us to forgive our enemies.<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Doth Heaven forgive her own? Is there not Hell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For wrath eternal?<a id="FNanchor_df"></a><a href="#Footnote_df" class="fnanchor">[df]</a><a id="FNanchor_405"></a><a href="#Footnote_405" class="fnanchor">[405]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Do not speak thus wildly—<a id="FNanchor_dg"></a><a href="#Footnote_dg" class="fnanchor">[dg]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven will alike forgive you and your foes.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Amen! May Heaven forgive them!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>And will you?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Yes, when they are in Heaven!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>And not till then?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_376">[376]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. What matters my forgiveness? an old man's,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Worn out, scorned, spurned, abused; what matters then<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My pardon more than my resentment, both<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Being weak and worthless? I have lived too long;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let us change the argument.—My child!<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My injured wife, the child of Loredano,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The brave, the chivalrous, how little deemed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy father, wedding thee unto his friend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he was linking thee to shame!—Alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shame without sin, for thou art faultless. Hadst thou<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But had a different husband, <i>any</i> husband<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Venice save the Doge, this blight, this brand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This blasphemy had never fallen upon thee.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So young, so beautiful, so good, so pure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To suffer this, and yet be unavenged!<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I am too well avenged, for you still love me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And trust, and honour me; and all men know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That you are just, and I am true: what more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could I require, or you command?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>'Tis well,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And may be better; but whate'er betide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be thou at least kind to my memory.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Why speak you thus?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>It is no matter why;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I would still, whatever others think,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have your respect both now and in my grave.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Why should you doubt it? has it ever failed?<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Come hither, child! I would a word with you.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your father was my friend; unequal Fortune<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Made him my debtor for some courtesies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which bind the good more firmly: when, oppressed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With his last malady, he willed our union,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It was not to repay me, long repaid<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before by his great loyalty in friendship;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His object was to place your orphan beauty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In honourable safety from the perils,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which, in this scorpion nest of vice, assail<span class="linenum">300</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lonely and undowered maid. I did not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think with him, but would not oppose the thought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which soothed his death-bed.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>I have not forgotten<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_377">[377]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The nobleness with which you bade me speak<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If my young heart held any preference<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which would have made me happier; nor your offer<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make my dowry equal to the rank<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of aught in Venice, and forego all claim<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My father's last injunction gave you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Thus,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas not a foolish dotard's vile caprice,<span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor the false edge of agéd appetite,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which made me covetous of girlish beauty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And a young bride: for in my fieriest youth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I swayed such passions; nor was this my age<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Infected with that leprosy of lust<a id="FNanchor_406"></a><a href="#Footnote_406" class="fnanchor">[406]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which taints the hoariest years of vicious men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Making them ransack to the very last<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dregs of pleasure for their vanished joys;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or buy in selfish marriage some young victim,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Too helpless to refuse a state that's honest,<span class="linenum">320</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Too feeling not to know herself a wretch.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our wedlock was not of this sort; you had<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Freedom from me to choose, and urged in answer<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your father's choice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>I did so; I would do so<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In face of earth and Heaven; for I have never<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Repented for my sake; sometimes for yours,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In pondering o'er your late disquietudes.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I knew my heart would never treat you harshly:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I knew my days could not disturb you long;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then the daughter of my earliest friend,<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His worthy daughter, free to choose again.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wealthier and wiser, in the ripest bloom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of womanhood, more skilful to select<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By passing these probationary years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inheriting a Prince's name and riches,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Secured, by the short penance of enduring<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An old man for some summers, against all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That law's chicane or envious kinsmen might<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have urged against her right; my best friend's child<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would choose more fitly in respect of years,<span class="linenum">340</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_378">[378]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not less truly in a faithful heart.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. My Lord, I looked but to my father's wishes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hallowed by his last words, and to my heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For doing all its duties, and replying<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With faith to him with whom I was affianced.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ambitious hopes ne'er crossed my dreams; and should<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hour you speak of come, it will be seen so.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I do believe you; and I know you true:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Love—romantic Love—which in my youth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I knew to be illusion, and ne'er saw<span class="linenum">350</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lasting, but often fatal, it had been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No lure for me, in my most passionate days,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And could not be so now, did such exist.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But such respect, and mildly paid regard<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As a true feeling for your welfare, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A free compliance with all honest wishes,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A kindness to your virtues, watchfulness<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not shown, but shadowing o'er such little failings<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Youth is apt in, so as not to check<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rashly, but win you from them ere you knew<span class="linenum">360</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">You had been won, but thought the change your choice;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A pride not in your beauty, but your conduct;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A trust in you; a patriarchal love,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not a doting homage; friendship, faith,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such estimation in your eyes as these<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might claim, I hoped for.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>And have ever had.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I think so. For the difference in our years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You knew it choosing me, and chose; I trusted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not to my qualities, nor would have faith<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In such, nor outward ornaments of nature,<span class="linenum">370</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were I still in my five and twentieth spring;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I trusted to the blood of Loredano<a id="FNanchor_407"></a><a href="#Footnote_407" class="fnanchor">[407]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pure in your veins; I trusted to the soul<br ></span> +<span class="i0">God gave you—to the truths your father taught you—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To your belief in Heaven—to your mild virtues—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To your own faith and honour, for my own.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. You have done well.—I thank you for that trust,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_379">[379]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which I have never for one moment ceased<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To honour you the more for.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Where is Honour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Innate and precept-strengthened, 'tis the rock<span class="linenum">380</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of faith connubial: where it is not—where<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Light thoughts are lurking, or the vanities<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of worldly pleasure rankle in the heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or sensual throbs convulse it, well I know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twere hopeless for humanity to dream<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of honesty in such infected blood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although 'twere wed to him it covets most:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An incarnation of the poet's God<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all his marble-chiselled beauty, or<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The demi-deity, Alcides, in<span class="linenum">390</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His majesty of superhuman Manhood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would not suffice to bind where virtue is not;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is consistency which forms and proves it:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vice cannot fix, and Virtue cannot change.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The once fall'n woman must for ever fall;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Vice must have variety, while Virtue<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stands like the Sun, and all which rolls around<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Drinks life, and light, and glory from her aspect.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And seeing, feeling thus this truth in others,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(I pray you pardon me;) but wherefore yield you<span class="linenum">400</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the most fierce of fatal passions, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Disquiet your great thoughts with restless hate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of such a thing as Steno?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>You mistake me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is not Steno who could move me thus;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had it been so, he should—but let that pass.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. What is't you feel so deeply, then, even now?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The violated majesty of Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At once insulted in her Lord and laws.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Alas! why will you thus consider it?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I have thought on't till—but let me lead you back<span class="linenum">410</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To what I urged; all these things being noted,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I wedded you; the world then did me justice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the motive, and my conduct proved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They did me right, while yours was all to praise:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You had all freedom—all respect—all trust<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_380">[380]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From me and mine; and, born of those who made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Princes at home, and swept Kings from their thrones<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On foreign shores, in all things you appeared<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Worthy to be our first of native dames.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. To what does this conduct?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>To thus much—that<span class="linenum">420</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A miscreant's angry breath may blast it all—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A villain, whom for his unbridled bearing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even in the midst of our great festival,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I caused to be conducted forth, and taught<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How to demean himself in ducal chambers;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wretch like this may leave upon the wall<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The blighting venom of his sweltering heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this shall spread itself in general poison;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And woman's innocence, man's honour, pass<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into a by-word; and the doubly felon<span class="linenum">430</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Who first insulted virgin modesty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By a gross affront to your attendant damsels<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst the noblest of our dames in public)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Requite himself for his most just expulsion<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By blackening publicly his Sovereign's consort,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And be absolved by his upright compeers.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. But he has been condemned into captivity.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. For such as him a dungeon were acquittal;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And his brief term of mock-arrest will pass<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within a palace. But I've done with him;<span class="linenum">440</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rest must be with you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>With me, my Lord?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Yes, Angiolina. Do not marvel; I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have let this prey upon me till I feel<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My life cannot be long; and fain would have you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Regard the injunctions you will find within<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This scroll (<i>giving her a paper</i>)<br ></span> +<span class="i11">——Fear not; they are for your advantage:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Read them hereafter at the fitting hour.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. My Lord, in life, and after life, you shall<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be honoured still by me: but may your days<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be many yet—and happier than the present!<span class="linenum">450</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">This passion will give way, and you will be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Serene, and what you should be—what you were.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I will be what I should be, or be nothing;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_381">[381]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But never more—oh! never, never more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the few days or hours which yet await<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The blighted old age of Faliero, shall<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Quiet shed her sunset! Never more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those summer shadows rising from the past<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a not ill-spent nor inglorious life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mellowing the last hours as the night approaches,<span class="linenum">460</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall soothe me to my moment of long rest.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had but little more to ask, or hope,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save the regards due to the blood and sweat,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the soul's labour through which I had toiled<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make my country honoured. As her servant—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her servant, though her chief—I would have gone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Down to my fathers with a name serene<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And pure as theirs; but this has been denied me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would I had died at Zara!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>There you saved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The state; then live to save her still. A day,<span class="linenum">470</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Another day like that would be the best<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reproof to them, and sole revenge for you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. But one such day occurs within an age;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My life is little less than one, and 'tis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Enough for Fortune to have granted <i>once</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That which scarce one more favoured citizen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May win in many states and years. But why<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus speak I? Venice has forgot that day—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then why should I remember it?—Farewell,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Angiolina! I must to my cabinet;<span class="linenum">480</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">There's much for me to do—and the hour hastens.<a id="FNanchor_408"></a><a href="#Footnote_408" class="fnanchor">[408]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Remember what you were.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>It were in vain!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Joy's recollection is no longer joy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. At least, whate'er may urge, let me implore<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That you will take some little pause of rest:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your sleep for many nights has been so turbid,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That it had been relief to have awaked you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had I not hoped that Nature would o'erpower<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_382">[382]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">At length the thoughts which shook your slumbers thus.<span class="linenum">490</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">An hour of rest will give you to your toils<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With fitter thoughts and freshened strength.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>I cannot—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I must not, if I could; for never was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such reason to be watchful: yet a few—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet a few days and dream-perturbéd nights,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I shall slumber well—but where?—no matter.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Adieu, my Angiolina.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Let me be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An instant—yet an instant your companion!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot bear to leave you thus.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Come then,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My gentle child—forgive me: thou wert made<span class="linenum">500</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For better fortunes than to share in mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now darkling in their close toward the deep vale<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where Death sits robed in his all-sweeping shadow.<a id="FNanchor_dh"></a><a href="#Footnote_dh" class="fnanchor">[dh]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When I am gone—it may be sooner than<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even these years warrant, for there is that stirring<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within—above—around, that in this city<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will make the cemeteries populous<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As e'er they were by pestilence or war,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When I <i>am</i> nothing, let that which I <i>was</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be still sometimes a name on thy sweet lips,<span class="linenum">510</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A shadow in thy fancy, of a thing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which would not have thee mourn it, but remember.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let us begone, my child—the time is pressing.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> II.—<i>A retired spot near the Arsenal</i>.</h4> -<p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Philip Calendaro</span>.<a name="FNanchor_409" id="FNanchor_409"></a><a href="#Footnote_409" class="fnanchor">[409]</a></p> +<p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Philip Calendaro</span>.<a id="FNanchor_409"></a><a href="#Footnote_409" class="fnanchor">[409]</a></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. How sped you, Israel, in your late complaint?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. How sped you, Israel, in your late complaint?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Why, well.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Why, well.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_383">[383]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Is't possible! will he be punished?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Is't possible! will he be punished?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s40"> </span>Yes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s40"> </span>Yes.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. With what? a mulct or an arrest?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. With what? a mulct or an arrest?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>With death!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>With death!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Now you rave, or must intend revenge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as I counselled you, with your own hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Now you rave, or must intend revenge,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as I counselled you, with your own hand.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Yes; and for one sole draught of hate, forego<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great redress we meditate for Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And change a life of hope for one of exile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving one scorpion crushed, and thousands stinging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friends, my family, my countrymen!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, Calendaro; these same drops of blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shed shamefully, shall have the whole of his<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their requital——But not only his;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will not strike for private wrongs alone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such are for selfish passions and rash men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But are unworthy a Tyrannicide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. You have more patience than I care to boast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I been present when you bore this insult,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must have slain him, or expired myself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the vain effort to repress my wrath.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Thank Heaven you were not—all had else been marred:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As 'tis, our cause looks prosperous still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>You saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Doge—what answer gave he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>That there was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No punishment for such as Barbaro.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I told you so before, and that 'twas idle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To think of justice from such hands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>At least,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It lulled suspicion, showing confidence.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I been silent, not a Sbirro<a name="FNanchor_410" id="FNanchor_410"></a><a href="#Footnote_410" class="fnanchor">[410]</a> but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had kept me in his eye, as meditating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A silent, solitary, deep revenge.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. But wherefore not address you to the Council?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Doge is a mere puppet, who can scarce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Obtain right for himself. Why speak to <i>him</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You shall know that hereafter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Why not now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Be patient but till midnight. Get your musters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid our friends prepare their companies:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set all in readiness to strike the blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps in a few hours: we have long waited<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a fit time—that hour is on the dial,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may be, of to-morrow's sun: delay<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond may breed us double danger. See<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all be punctual at our place of meeting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And armed, excepting those of the Sixteen,<a name="FNanchor_411" id="FNanchor_411"></a><a href="#Footnote_411" class="fnanchor">[411]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who will remain among the troops to wait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The signal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>These brave words have breathed new life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into my veins; I am sick of these protracted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hesitating councils: day on day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crawled on, and added but another link<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To our long fetters, and some fresher wrong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inflicted on our brethren or ourselves,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Helping to swell our tyrants' bloated strength.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us but deal upon them, and I care not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the result, which must be Death or Freedom!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm weary to the heart of finding neither.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. We will be free in Life or Death! the grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is chainless. Have you all the musters ready?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And are the sixteen companies completed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sixty?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>All save two, in which there are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twenty-five wanting to make up the number.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. No matter; we can do without. Whose are they?<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Bertram's<a name="FNanchor_412" id="FNanchor_412"></a><a href="#Footnote_412" class="fnanchor">[412]</a> and old Soranzo's, both of whom<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appear less forward in the cause than we are.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Your fiery nature makes you deem all those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who are not restless cold; but there exists<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft in concentred spirits not less daring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than in more loud avengers. Do not doubt them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cat</i>. I do not doubt the elder; but in Bertram<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a hesitating softness, fatal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To enterprise like ours: I've seen that man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weep like an infant o'er the misery<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of others, heedless of his own, though greater;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a recent quarrel I beheld him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn sick at sight of blood, although a villain's.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feel for what their duty bids them do.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have known Bertram long; there doth not breathe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A soul more full of honour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>It may be so:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I apprehend less treachery than weakness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet as he has no mistress, and no wife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To work upon his milkiness of spirit,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He may go through the ordeal; it is well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is an orphan, friendless save in us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A woman or a child had made him less<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than either in resolve.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Such ties are not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For those who are called to the high destinies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which purify corrupted commonwealths;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must forget all feelings save the <i>one</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must resign all passions save our purpose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must behold no object save our country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only look on Death as beautiful,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that the sacrifice ascend to Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And draw down Freedom on her evermore.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. But if we fail——<a name="FNanchor_413" id="FNanchor_413"></a><a href="#Footnote_413" class="fnanchor">[413]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>They never fail who die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a great cause: the block may soak their gore:<a name="FNanchor_di" id="FNanchor_di"></a><a href="#Footnote_di" class="fnanchor">[di]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be strung to city gates and castle walls—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still their Spirit walks abroad. Though years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Elapse, and others share as dark a doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which overpower all others, and conduct<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world at last to Freedom. What were we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If Brutus had not lived? He died in giving<a name="FNanchor_dj" id="FNanchor_dj"></a><a href="#Footnote_dj" class="fnanchor">[dj]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rome liberty, but left a deathless lesson—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A name which is a virtue, and a Soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which multiplies itself throughout all time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When wicked men wax mighty, and a state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turns servile. He and his high friend were styled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The last of Romans!"<a name="FNanchor_414" id="FNanchor_414"></a><a href="#Footnote_414" class="fnanchor">[414]</a> Let us be the first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of true Venetians, sprung from Roman sires.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Our fathers did not fly from Attila<a name="FNanchor_415" id="FNanchor_415"></a><a href="#Footnote_415" class="fnanchor">[415]</a><span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into these isles, where palaces have sprung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On banks redeemed from the rude ocean's ooze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To own a thousand despots in his place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better bow down before the Hun, and call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Tartar lord, than these swoln silkworms<a name="FNanchor_416" id="FNanchor_416"></a><a href="#Footnote_416" class="fnanchor">[416]</a> masters!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first at least was man, and used his sword<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As sceptre: these unmanly creeping things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Command our swords, and rule us with a word<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As with a spell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>It shall be broken soon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You say that all things are in readiness;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-day I have not been the usual round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And why thou knowest; but thy vigilance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will better have supplied my care: these orders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In recent council to redouble now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our efforts to repair the galleys, have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lent a fair colour to the introduction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of many of our cause into the arsenal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As new artificers for their equipment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or fresh recruits obtained in haste to man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hoped-for fleet.—Are all supplied with arms?<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. All who were deemed trust-worthy: there are some<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom it were well to keep in ignorance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till it be time to strike, and then supply them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When in the heat and hurry of the hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have no opportunity to pause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But needs must on with those who will surround them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You have said well. Have you remarked all such?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I've noted most; and caused the other chiefs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To use like caution in their companies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As far as I have seen, we are enough<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make the enterprise secure, if 'tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Commenced to-morrow; but, till 'tis begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each hour is pregnant with a thousand perils.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Let the Sixteen meet at the wonted hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except Soranzo, Nicoletto Blondo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Marco Giuda, who will keep their watch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the arsenal, and hold all ready,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expectant of the signal we will fix on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. We will not fail.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Let all the rest be there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have a stranger to present to them.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. A stranger! doth he know the secret?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Yes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. And have you dared to peril your friends' lives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a rash confidence in one we know not?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I have risked no man's life except my own—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that be certain: he is one who may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make our assurance doubly sure, according<a name="FNanchor_417" id="FNanchor_417"></a><a href="#Footnote_417" class="fnanchor">[417]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His aid; and if reluctant, he no less<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is in our power: he comes alone with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cannot 'scape us; but he will not swerve.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I cannot judge of this until I know him:<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is he one of our order?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Aye, in spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although a child of Greatness; he is one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who would become a throne, or overthrow one—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One who has done great deeds, and seen great changes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No tyrant, though bred up to tyranny;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Valiant in war, and sage in council; noble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In nature, although haughty; quick, yet wary:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet for all this, so full of certain passions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if once stirred and baffled, as he has been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the tenderest points, there is no Fury<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Grecian story like to that which wrings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His vitals with her burning hands, till he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grows capable of all things for revenge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And add too, that his mind is liberal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sees and feels the people are oppressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shares their sufferings. Take him all in all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have need of such, and such have need of us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. And what part would you have him take with us?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. It may be, that of Chief.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>What! and resign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your own command as leader?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Even so.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My object is to make your cause end well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not to push myself to power. Experience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some skill, and your own choice, had marked me out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To act in trust as your commander, till<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some worthier should appear: if I have found such<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you yourselves shall own more worthy, think you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I would hesitate from selfishness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, covetous of brief authority,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stake our deep interest on my single thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rather than yield to one above me in<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All leading qualities? No, Calendaro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know your friend better; but you all shall judge.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away! and let us meet at the fixed hour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be vigilant, and all will yet go well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Worthy Bertuccio, I have known you ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trusty and brave, with head and heart to plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What I have still been prompt to execute.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my own part, I seek no other Chief;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What the rest will decide, I know not, but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am with <span class="smcap">you</span>, as I have ever been,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all our undertakings. Now farewell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the hour of midnight sees us meet. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> - -<h3><a name="ACT_III" id="ACT_III"></a>ACT III.</h3> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Yes; and for one sole draught of hate, forego<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The great redress we meditate for Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And change a life of hope for one of exile;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving one scorpion crushed, and thousands stinging<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My friends, my family, my countrymen!<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No, Calendaro; these same drops of blood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shed shamefully, shall have the whole of his<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For their requital——But not only his;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We will not strike for private wrongs alone:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such are for selfish passions and rash men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But are unworthy a Tyrannicide.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. You have more patience than I care to boast.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had I been present when you bore this insult,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I must have slain him, or expired myself<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the vain effort to repress my wrath.<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Thank Heaven you were not—all had else been marred:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As 'tis, our cause looks prosperous still.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>You saw<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Doge—what answer gave he?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>That there was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No punishment for such as Barbaro.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I told you so before, and that 'twas idle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To think of justice from such hands.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>At least,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It lulled suspicion, showing confidence.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had I been silent, not a Sbirro<a id="FNanchor_410"></a><a href="#Footnote_410" class="fnanchor">[410]</a> but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had kept me in his eye, as meditating<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A silent, solitary, deep revenge.<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. But wherefore not address you to the Council?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_384">[384]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Doge is a mere puppet, who can scarce<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Obtain right for himself. Why speak to <i>him</i>?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You shall know that hereafter.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Why not now?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Be patient but till midnight. Get your musters,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And bid our friends prepare their companies:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Set all in readiness to strike the blow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps in a few hours: we have long waited<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For a fit time—that hour is on the dial,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It may be, of to-morrow's sun: delay<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond may breed us double danger. See<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That all be punctual at our place of meeting,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And armed, excepting those of the Sixteen,<a id="FNanchor_411"></a><a href="#Footnote_411" class="fnanchor">[411]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who will remain among the troops to wait<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The signal.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>These brave words have breathed new life<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into my veins; I am sick of these protracted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hesitating councils: day on day<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Crawled on, and added but another link<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To our long fetters, and some fresher wrong<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inflicted on our brethren or ourselves,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Helping to swell our tyrants' bloated strength.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let us but deal upon them, and I care not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the result, which must be Death or Freedom!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'm weary to the heart of finding neither.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. We will be free in Life or Death! the grave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is chainless. Have you all the musters ready?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And are the sixteen companies completed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To sixty?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>All save two, in which there are<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Twenty-five wanting to make up the number.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. No matter; we can do without. Whose are they?<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Bertram's<a id="FNanchor_412"></a><a href="#Footnote_412" class="fnanchor">[412]</a> and old Soranzo's, both of whom<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_385">[385]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Appear less forward in the cause than we are.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Your fiery nature makes you deem all those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who are not restless cold; but there exists<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oft in concentred spirits not less daring<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than in more loud avengers. Do not doubt them.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cat</i>. I do not doubt the elder; but in Bertram<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is a hesitating softness, fatal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To enterprise like ours: I've seen that man<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Weep like an infant o'er the misery<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of others, heedless of his own, though greater;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in a recent quarrel I beheld him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Turn sick at sight of blood, although a villain's.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And feel for what their duty bids them do.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have known Bertram long; there doth not breathe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A soul more full of honour.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>It may be so:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I apprehend less treachery than weakness;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet as he has no mistress, and no wife<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To work upon his milkiness of spirit,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He may go through the ordeal; it is well<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He is an orphan, friendless save in us:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A woman or a child had made him less<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than either in resolve.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Such ties are not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For those who are called to the high destinies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which purify corrupted commonwealths;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We must forget all feelings save the <i>one</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We must resign all passions save our purpose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We must behold no object save our country,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And only look on Death as beautiful,<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that the sacrifice ascend to Heaven,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And draw down Freedom on her evermore.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_386">[386]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. But if we fail——<a id="FNanchor_413"></a><a href="#Footnote_413" class="fnanchor">[413]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>They never fail who die<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In a great cause: the block may soak their gore:<a id="FNanchor_di"></a><a href="#Footnote_di" class="fnanchor">[di]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be strung to city gates and castle walls—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But still their Spirit walks abroad. Though years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Elapse, and others share as dark a doom,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which overpower all others, and conduct<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The world at last to Freedom. What were we,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If Brutus had not lived? He died in giving<a id="FNanchor_dj"></a><a href="#Footnote_dj" class="fnanchor">[dj]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rome liberty, but left a deathless lesson—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A name which is a virtue, and a Soul<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which multiplies itself throughout all time,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When wicked men wax mighty, and a state<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Turns servile. He and his high friend were styled<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"The last of Romans!"<a id="FNanchor_414"></a><a href="#Footnote_414" class="fnanchor">[414]</a> Let us be the first<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of true Venetians, sprung from Roman sires.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Our fathers did not fly from Attila<a id="FNanchor_415"></a><a href="#Footnote_415" class="fnanchor">[415]</a><span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into these isles, where palaces have sprung<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On banks redeemed from the rude ocean's ooze,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To own a thousand despots in his place.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Better bow down before the Hun, and call<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Tartar lord, than these swoln silkworms<a id="FNanchor_416"></a><a href="#Footnote_416" class="fnanchor">[416]</a> masters!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_387">[387]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The first at least was man, and used his sword<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As sceptre: these unmanly creeping things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Command our swords, and rule us with a word<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As with a spell.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>It shall be broken soon.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You say that all things are in readiness;<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To-day I have not been the usual round,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And why thou knowest; but thy vigilance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will better have supplied my care: these orders<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In recent council to redouble now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our efforts to repair the galleys, have<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lent a fair colour to the introduction<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of many of our cause into the arsenal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As new artificers for their equipment,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or fresh recruits obtained in haste to man<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hoped-for fleet.—Are all supplied with arms?<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. All who were deemed trust-worthy: there are some<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whom it were well to keep in ignorance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till it be time to strike, and then supply them;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When in the heat and hurry of the hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They have no opportunity to pause,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But needs must on with those who will surround them.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You have said well. Have you remarked all such?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I've noted most; and caused the other chiefs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To use like caution in their companies.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As far as I have seen, we are enough<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make the enterprise secure, if 'tis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Commenced to-morrow; but, till 'tis begun,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each hour is pregnant with a thousand perils.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Let the Sixteen meet at the wonted hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except Soranzo, Nicoletto Blondo,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Marco Giuda, who will keep their watch<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within the arsenal, and hold all ready,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Expectant of the signal we will fix on.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. We will not fail.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Let all the rest be there;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have a stranger to present to them.<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. A stranger! doth he know the secret?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Yes.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_388">[388]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. And have you dared to peril your friends' lives<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On a rash confidence in one we know not?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I have risked no man's life except my own—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of that be certain: he is one who may<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Make our assurance doubly sure, according<a id="FNanchor_417"></a><a href="#Footnote_417" class="fnanchor">[417]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His aid; and if reluctant, he no less<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is in our power: he comes alone with me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cannot 'scape us; but he will not swerve.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I cannot judge of this until I know him:<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is he one of our order?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Aye, in spirit,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although a child of Greatness; he is one<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who would become a throne, or overthrow one—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One who has done great deeds, and seen great changes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No tyrant, though bred up to tyranny;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Valiant in war, and sage in council; noble<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In nature, although haughty; quick, yet wary:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet for all this, so full of certain passions,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That if once stirred and baffled, as he has been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the tenderest points, there is no Fury<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Grecian story like to that which wrings<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His vitals with her burning hands, till he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Grows capable of all things for revenge;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And add too, that his mind is liberal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He sees and feels the people are oppressed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And shares their sufferings. Take him all in all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We have need of such, and such have need of us.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. And what part would you have him take with us?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. It may be, that of Chief.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>What! and resign<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your own command as leader?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Even so.<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My object is to make your cause end well,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not to push myself to power. Experience,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some skill, and your own choice, had marked me out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To act in trust as your commander, till<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some worthier should appear: if I have found such<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_389">[389]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As you yourselves shall own more worthy, think you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I would hesitate from selfishness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, covetous of brief authority,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stake our deep interest on my single thoughts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than yield to one above me in<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All leading qualities? No, Calendaro,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Know your friend better; but you all shall judge.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Away! and let us meet at the fixed hour.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be vigilant, and all will yet go well.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Worthy Bertuccio, I have known you ever<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Trusty and brave, with head and heart to plan<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What I have still been prompt to execute.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For my own part, I seek no other Chief;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What the rest will decide, I know not, but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am with <span class="smcap">you</span>, as I have ever been,<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all our undertakings. Now farewell,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until the hour of midnight sees us meet. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" > + +<h3><a id="ACT_III"></a>ACT III.</h3> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I.—<i>Scene, the Space between the Canal and the Church of San Giovanni e San Paolo. An equestrian Statue before it.—A Gondola lies in @@ -18269,162 +18224,162 @@ the Canal at some distance.</i></h4> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>alone, disguised</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). I am before the hour, the hour whose voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pealing into the arch of night, might strike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These palaces with ominous tottering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rock their marbles to the corner-stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waking the sleepers from some hideous dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of indistinct but awful augury<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that which will befall them. Yes, proud city!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou must be cleansed of the black blood which makes thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lazar-house of tyranny: the task<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is forced upon me, I have sought it not;<span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore was I punished, seeing this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patrician pestilence spread on and on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until at length it smote me in my slumbers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am tainted, and must wash away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The plague spots in the healing wave. Tall fane!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sleep my fathers, whose dim statues shadow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The floor which doth divide us from the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all the pregnant hearts of our bold blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mouldered into a mite of ashes, hold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one shrunk heap what once made many heroes,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When what is now a handful shook the earth—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fane of the tutelar saints who guard our house!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vault where two Doges rest<a name="FNanchor_418" id="FNanchor_418"></a><a href="#Footnote_418" class="fnanchor">[418]</a>—my sires! who died<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The one of toil, the other in the field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a long race of other lineal chiefs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sages, whose great labours, wounds, and state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have inherited,—let the graves gape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till all thine aisles be peopled with the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pour them from thy portals to gaze on me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I call them up, and them and thee to witness<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What it hath been which put me to this task—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their pure high blood, their blazon-roll of glories,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their mighty name dishonoured all <i>in</i> me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not <i>by</i> me, but by the ungrateful nobles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We fought to make our equals, not our lords:<a name="FNanchor_dk" id="FNanchor_dk"></a><a href="#Footnote_dk" class="fnanchor">[dk]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And chiefly thou, Ordelafo the brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who perished in the field, where I since conquered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Battling at Zara, did the hecatombs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thine and Venice' foes, there offered up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thy descendant, merit such acquittance?<a name="FNanchor_dl" id="FNanchor_dl"></a><a href="#Footnote_dl" class="fnanchor">[dl]</a><span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spirits! smile down upon me! for my cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is yours, in all life now can be of yours,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your fame, your name, all mingled up in mine,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the future fortunes of our race!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me but prosper, and I make this city<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Free and immortal, and our House's name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worthier of what you were—now and hereafter!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>). I am before the hour, the hour whose voice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pealing into the arch of night, might strike<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These palaces with ominous tottering,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And rock their marbles to the corner-stone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Waking the sleepers from some hideous dream<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of indistinct but awful augury<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of that which will befall them. Yes, proud city!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou must be cleansed of the black blood which makes thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lazar-house of tyranny: the task<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is forced upon me, I have sought it not;<span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_390">[390]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore was I punished, seeing this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Patrician pestilence spread on and on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until at length it smote me in my slumbers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I am tainted, and must wash away<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The plague spots in the healing wave. Tall fane!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where sleep my fathers, whose dim statues shadow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The floor which doth divide us from the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where all the pregnant hearts of our bold blood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mouldered into a mite of ashes, hold<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In one shrunk heap what once made many heroes,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When what is now a handful shook the earth—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fane of the tutelar saints who guard our house!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vault where two Doges rest<a id="FNanchor_418"></a><a href="#Footnote_418" class="fnanchor">[418]</a>—my sires! who died<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The one of toil, the other in the field,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a long race of other lineal chiefs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sages, whose great labours, wounds, and state<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have inherited,—let the graves gape,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till all thine aisles be peopled with the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And pour them from thy portals to gaze on me!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I call them up, and them and thee to witness<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What it hath been which put me to this task—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their pure high blood, their blazon-roll of glories,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their mighty name dishonoured all <i>in</i> me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not <i>by</i> me, but by the ungrateful nobles<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We fought to make our equals, not our lords:<a id="FNanchor_dk"></a><a href="#Footnote_dk" class="fnanchor">[dk]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And chiefly thou, Ordelafo the brave,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who perished in the field, where I since conquered,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Battling at Zara, did the hecatombs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of thine and Venice' foes, there offered up<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By thy descendant, merit such acquittance?<a id="FNanchor_dl"></a><a href="#Footnote_dl" class="fnanchor">[dl]</a><span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spirits! smile down upon me! for my cause<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is yours, in all life now can be of yours,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your fame, your name, all mingled up in mine,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_391">[391]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in the future fortunes of our race!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let me but prosper, and I make this city<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Free and immortal, and our House's name<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Worthier of what you were—now and hereafter!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Who goes there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>A friend to Venice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>'Tis he.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Welcome, my Lord,—you are before the time.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I am ready to proceed to your assembly.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Have with you.—I am proud and pleased to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such confident alacrity. Your doubts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since our last meeting, then, are all dispelled?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Not so—but I have set my little left<a name="FNanchor_419" id="FNanchor_419"></a><a href="#Footnote_419" class="fnanchor">[419]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of life upon this cast: the die was thrown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I first listened to your treason.—Start not!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That</i> is the word; I cannot shape my tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To syllable black deeds into smooth names,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though I be wrought on to commit them. When<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard you tempt your Sovereign, and forbore<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have you dragged to prison, I became<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your guiltiest accomplice: now you may,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it so please you, do as much by me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Strange words, my Lord, and most unmerited;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am no spy, and neither are we traitors.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. <i>We—We!</i>—no matter—you have earned the right<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To talk of <i>us</i>.—But to the point.—If this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attempt succeeds, and Venice, rendered free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flourishing, when we are in our graves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conducts her generations to our tombs,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And makes her children with their little hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strew flowers o'er her deliverers' ashes, then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The consequence will sanctify the deed,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we shall be like the two Bruti in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The annals of hereafter; but if not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If we should fail, employing bloody means<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And secret plot, although to a good end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still we are traitors, honest Israel;—thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No less than he who was thy Sovereign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six hours ago, and now thy brother rebel.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. 'Tis not the moment to consider thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Else I could answer.—Let us to the meeting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or we may be observed in lingering here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. We <i>are</i> observed, and have been.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>We observed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me discover—and this steel——-<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Put up;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here are no human witnesses: look there—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What see you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Only a tall warrior's statue<a name="FNanchor_420" id="FNanchor_420"></a><a href="#Footnote_420" class="fnanchor">[420]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bestriding a proud steed, in the dim light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the dull moon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>That Warrior was the sire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my sire's fathers, and that statue was<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decreed to him by the twice rescued city:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think you that he looks down on us or no?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. My Lord, these are mere fantasies; there are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No eyes in marble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>But there are in Death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tell thee, man, there is a spirit in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such things that acts and sees, unseen, though felt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if there be a spell to stir the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis in such deeds as we are now upon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deem'st thou the souls of such a race as mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can rest, when he, their last descendant Chief,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands plotting on the brink of their pure graves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With stung plebeians?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>It had been as well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have pondered this before,—ere you embarked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In our great enterprise.—Do you repent?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. No—but I <i>feel</i>, and shall do to the last.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot quench a glorious life at once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor dwindle to the thing I now must be,<a name="FNanchor_dm" id="FNanchor_dm"></a><a href="#Footnote_dm" class="fnanchor">[dm]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take men's lives by stealth, without some pause:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet doubt me not; it is this very feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And knowing <i>what</i> has wrung me to be thus,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is your best security. There's not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A roused mechanic in your busy plot<a name="FNanchor_dn" id="FNanchor_dn"></a><a href="#Footnote_dn" class="fnanchor">[dn]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So wronged as I, so fall'n, so loudly called<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his redress: the very means I am forced<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By these fell tyrants to adopt is such,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I abhor them doubly for the deeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I must do to pay them back for theirs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Let us away—hark—the Hour strikes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>On—on—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is our knell, or that of Venice.—On.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Say rather, 'tis her Freedom's rising peal<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Triumph. This way—we are near the place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Who goes there?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>A friend to Venice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>'Tis he.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Welcome, my Lord,—you are before the time.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I am ready to proceed to your assembly.<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Have with you.—I am proud and pleased to see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such confident alacrity. Your doubts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since our last meeting, then, are all dispelled?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Not so—but I have set my little left<a id="FNanchor_419"></a><a href="#Footnote_419" class="fnanchor">[419]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of life upon this cast: the die was thrown<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When I first listened to your treason.—Start not!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That</i> is the word; I cannot shape my tongue<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To syllable black deeds into smooth names,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though I be wrought on to commit them. When<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I heard you tempt your Sovereign, and forbore<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To have you dragged to prison, I became<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your guiltiest accomplice: now you may,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If it so please you, do as much by me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Strange words, my Lord, and most unmerited;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am no spy, and neither are we traitors.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. <i>We—We!</i>—no matter—you have earned the right<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To talk of <i>us</i>.—But to the point.—If this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Attempt succeeds, and Venice, rendered free<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And flourishing, when we are in our graves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Conducts her generations to our tombs,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And makes her children with their little hands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Strew flowers o'er her deliverers' ashes, then<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The consequence will sanctify the deed,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_392">[392]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we shall be like the two Bruti in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The annals of hereafter; but if not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If we should fail, employing bloody means<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And secret plot, although to a good end,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still we are traitors, honest Israel;—thou<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No less than he who was thy Sovereign<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Six hours ago, and now thy brother rebel.<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. 'Tis not the moment to consider thus,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Else I could answer.—Let us to the meeting,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or we may be observed in lingering here.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. We <i>are</i> observed, and have been.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>We observed!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let me discover—and this steel——-<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Put up;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here are no human witnesses: look there—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What see you?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Only a tall warrior's statue<a id="FNanchor_420"></a><a href="#Footnote_420" class="fnanchor">[420]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bestriding a proud steed, in the dim light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the dull moon.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>That Warrior was the sire<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of my sire's fathers, and that statue was<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Decreed to him by the twice rescued city:—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think you that he looks down on us or no?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. My Lord, these are mere fantasies; there are<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No eyes in marble.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>But there are in Death.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I tell thee, man, there is a spirit in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such things that acts and sees, unseen, though felt;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, if there be a spell to stir the dead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis in such deeds as we are now upon.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deem'st thou the souls of such a race as mine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can rest, when he, their last descendant Chief,<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stands plotting on the brink of their pure graves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With stung plebeians?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_393">[393]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>It had been as well<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To have pondered this before,—ere you embarked<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In our great enterprise.—Do you repent?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. No—but I <i>feel</i>, and shall do to the last.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot quench a glorious life at once,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dwindle to the thing I now must be,<a id="FNanchor_dm"></a><a href="#Footnote_dm" class="fnanchor">[dm]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And take men's lives by stealth, without some pause:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet doubt me not; it is this very feeling,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And knowing <i>what</i> has wrung me to be thus,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is your best security. There's not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A roused mechanic in your busy plot<a id="FNanchor_dn"></a><a href="#Footnote_dn" class="fnanchor">[dn]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">So wronged as I, so fall'n, so loudly called<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To his redress: the very means I am forced<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By these fell tyrants to adopt is such,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I abhor them doubly for the deeds<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which I must do to pay them back for theirs.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Let us away—hark—the Hour strikes.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>On—on—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is our knell, or that of Venice.—On.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Say rather, 'tis her Freedom's rising peal<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Triumph. This way—we are near the place.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> @@ -18433,1155 +18388,1155 @@ the Canal at some distance.</i></h4> <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Dagolino, Doro, Bertram, Fedele Trevisano, Calendaro, Antonio Delle Bende,</span> <i>etc., etc.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. (<i>entering</i>). Are all here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>All with you; except the three<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On duty, and our leader Israel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is expected momently.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Where's Bertram?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Here!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>Have you not been able to complete<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The number wanting in your company?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. I had marked out some: but I have not dared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To trust them with the secret, till assured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they were worthy faith.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>There is no need<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of trusting to their faith; <i>who</i>, save ourselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our more chosen comrades, is aware<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fully of our intent? they think themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Engaged in secret to the Signory,<a name="FNanchor_421" id="FNanchor_421"></a><a href="#Footnote_421" class="fnanchor">[421]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To punish some more dissolute young nobles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who have defied the law in their excesses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But once drawn up, and their new swords well fleshed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the rank hearts of the more odious Senators,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They will not hesitate to follow up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their blow upon the others, when they see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The example of their chiefs, and I for one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will set them such, that they for very shame<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And safety will not pause till all have perished.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. How say you? <i>all!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Whom wouldst thou spare?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s41"> </span><i>I spare?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have no power to spare. I only questioned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinking that even amongst these wicked men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There might be some, whose age and qualities<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might mark them out for pity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yes, such pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As when the viper hath been cut to pieces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The separate fragments quivering in the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the last energy of venomous life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserve and have. Why, I should think as soon<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of pitying some particular fang which made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One in the jaw of the swoln serpent, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of saving one of these: they form but links<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of one long chain; one mass, one breath, one body;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They eat, and drink, and live, and breed together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Revel, and lie, oppress, and kill in concert,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So let them die as <i>one!</i><a name="FNanchor_do" id="FNanchor_do"></a><a href="#Footnote_do" class="fnanchor">[do]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Should <i>one</i> survive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would be dangerous as the whole; it is not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their number, be it tens or thousands, but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spirit of this Aristocracy<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which must be rooted out; and if there were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A single shoot of the old tree in life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twould fasten in the soil, and spring again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gloomy verdure and to bitter fruit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bertram, we must be firm!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Look to it well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bertram! I have an eye upon thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Who<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distrusts me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Not I; for if I did so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wouldst not now be there to talk of trust:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is thy softness, not thy want of faith,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes thee to be doubted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>You should know<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hear me, who and what I am; a man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roused like yourselves to overthrow oppression;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A kind man, I am apt to think, as some<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of you have found me; and if brave or no,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You, Calendaro, can pronounce, who have seen me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put to the proof; or, if you should have doubts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll clear them on your person!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>You are welcome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When once our enterprise is o'er, which must not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be interrupted by a private brawl.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. I am no brawler; but can bear myself<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As far among the foe as any he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hears me; else why have I been selected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be of your chief comrades? but no less<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I own my natural weakness; I have not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet learned to think of indiscriminate murder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without some sense of shuddering; and the sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of blood which spouts through hoary scalps is not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me a thing of triumph, nor the death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of man surprised a glory. Well—too well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know that we must do such things on those<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose acts have raised up such avengers; but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If there were some of these who could be saved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out this sweeping fate, for our own sakes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for our honour, to take off some stain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of massacre, which else pollutes it wholly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had been glad; and see no cause in this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sneer, nor for suspicion!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Calm thee, Bertram,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we suspect thee not, and take good heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is the cause, and not our will, which asks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such actions from our hands: we'll wash away<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All stains in Freedom's fountain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. (<i>entering</i>). Are all here?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>All with you; except the three<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On duty, and our leader Israel,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who is expected momently.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Where's Bertram?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Here!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>Have you not been able to complete<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The number wanting in your company?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. I had marked out some: but I have not dared<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_394">[394]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To trust them with the secret, till assured<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That they were worthy faith.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>There is no need<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of trusting to their faith; <i>who</i>, save ourselves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And our more chosen comrades, is aware<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fully of our intent? they think themselves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Engaged in secret to the Signory,<a id="FNanchor_421"></a><a href="#Footnote_421" class="fnanchor">[421]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To punish some more dissolute young nobles<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who have defied the law in their excesses;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But once drawn up, and their new swords well fleshed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the rank hearts of the more odious Senators,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They will not hesitate to follow up<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their blow upon the others, when they see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The example of their chiefs, and I for one<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will set them such, that they for very shame<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And safety will not pause till all have perished.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. How say you? <i>all!</i><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Whom wouldst thou spare?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s41"> </span><i>I spare?</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have no power to spare. I only questioned,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thinking that even amongst these wicked men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There might be some, whose age and qualities<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might mark them out for pity.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yes, such pity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As when the viper hath been cut to pieces,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The separate fragments quivering in the sun,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the last energy of venomous life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Deserve and have. Why, I should think as soon<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of pitying some particular fang which made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One in the jaw of the swoln serpent, as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of saving one of these: they form but links<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of one long chain; one mass, one breath, one body;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They eat, and drink, and live, and breed together,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Revel, and lie, oppress, and kill in concert,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So let them die as <i>one!</i><a id="FNanchor_do"></a><a href="#Footnote_do" class="fnanchor">[do]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Should <i>one</i> survive,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He would be dangerous as the whole; it is not<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_395">[395]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their number, be it tens or thousands, but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The spirit of this Aristocracy<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which must be rooted out; and if there were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A single shoot of the old tree in life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twould fasten in the soil, and spring again<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To gloomy verdure and to bitter fruit.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bertram, we must be firm!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Look to it well<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bertram! I have an eye upon thee.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Who<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Distrusts me?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Not I; for if I did so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou wouldst not now be there to talk of trust:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is thy softness, not thy want of faith,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes thee to be doubted.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>You should know<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who hear me, who and what I am; a man<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Roused like yourselves to overthrow oppression;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A kind man, I am apt to think, as some<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of you have found me; and if brave or no,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You, Calendaro, can pronounce, who have seen me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Put to the proof; or, if you should have doubts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll clear them on your person!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>You are welcome,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When once our enterprise is o'er, which must not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be interrupted by a private brawl.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. I am no brawler; but can bear myself<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As far among the foe as any he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who hears me; else why have I been selected<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be of your chief comrades? but no less<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I own my natural weakness; I have not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet learned to think of indiscriminate murder<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without some sense of shuddering; and the sight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of blood which spouts through hoary scalps is not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To me a thing of triumph, nor the death<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of man surprised a glory. Well—too well<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know that we must do such things on those<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose acts have raised up such avengers; but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If there were some of these who could be saved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out this sweeping fate, for our own sakes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for our honour, to take off some stain<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_396">[396]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of massacre, which else pollutes it wholly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had been glad; and see no cause in this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For sneer, nor for suspicion!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Calm thee, Bertram,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For we suspect thee not, and take good heart.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is the cause, and not our will, which asks<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such actions from our hands: we'll wash away<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All stains in Freedom's fountain!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span>, <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span>, <i>disguised</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Welcome, Israel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. Most welcome.—Brave Bertuccio, thou art late—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is this stranger?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>It is time to name him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our comrades are even now prepared to greet him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In brotherhood, as I have made it known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thou wouldst add a brother to our cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Approved by thee, and thus approved by all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such is our trust in all thine actions. Now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him unfold himself.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Stranger, step forth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Doge discovers himself</i>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. To arms!—we are betrayed—it is the Doge!<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down with them both! our traitorous captain, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tyrant he hath sold us to.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. (<i>drawing his sword</i>).<span class="s6"> </span>Hold! hold!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who moves a step against them dies. Hold! hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bertuccio—What! are you appalled to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lone, unguarded, weaponless old man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amongst you?—Israel, speak! what means this mystery?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Let them advance and strike at their own bosoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ungrateful suicides! for on our lives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Depend their own, their fortunes, and their hopes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Strike!—If I dreaded death, a death more fearful<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than any your rash weapons can inflict,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should not now be here: Oh, noble Courage!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eldest born of Fear, which makes you brave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against this solitary hoary head!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See the bold chiefs, who would reform a state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shake down senates, mad with wrath and dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At sight of one patrician! Butcher me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can, I care not.—Israel, are these men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mighty hearts you spoke of? look upon them!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Faith! he hath shamed us, and deservedly,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was this your trust in your true Chief Bertuccio,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To turn your swords against him and his guest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sheathe them, and hear him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>I disdain to speak.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They might and must have known a heart like mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Incapable of treachery; and the power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They gave me to adopt all fitting means<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To further their design was ne'er abused.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They might be certain that who e'er was brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By me into this Council had been led<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take his choice—as brother, or as victim.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And which am I to be? your actions leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some cause to doubt the freedom of the choice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. My Lord, we would have perished here together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had these rash men proceeded; but, behold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are ashamed of that mad moment's impulse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And droop their heads; believe me, they are such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I described them.—Speak to them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Aye, speak;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are all listening in wonder.<a name="FNanchor_dp" id="FNanchor_dp"></a><a href="#Footnote_dp" class="fnanchor">[dp]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. (<i>addressing the conspirators</i>). You are safe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, more, almost triumphant—listen then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And know my words for truth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>You see me here,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As one of you hath said, an old, unarmed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defenceless man; and yesterday you saw me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presiding in the hall of ducal state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Apparent Sovereign of our hundred isles,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_dq" id="FNanchor_dq"></a><a href="#Footnote_dq" class="fnanchor">[dq]</a><a name="FNanchor_422" id="FNanchor_422"></a><a href="#Footnote_422" class="fnanchor">[422]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Robed in official purple, dealing out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The edicts of a power which is not mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor yours, but of our masters—the patricians.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why I was there you know, or think you know;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why I am <i>here</i>, he who hath been most wronged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who among you hath been most insulted,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Outraged and trodden on, until he doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he be worm or no, may answer for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Asking of his own heart what brought him here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know my recent story, all men know it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And judge of it far differently from those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who sate in judgement to heap scorn on scorn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But spare me the recital—it is here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here at my heart the outrage—but my words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already spent in unavailing plaints,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would only show my feebleness the more,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I come here to strengthen even the strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And urge them on to deeds, and not to war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With woman's weapons; but I need not urge you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our private wrongs have sprung from public vices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this—I cannot call it commonwealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor kingdom, which hath neither prince nor people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all the sins of the old Spartan state<a name="FNanchor_dr" id="FNanchor_dr"></a><a href="#Footnote_dr" class="fnanchor">[dr]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without its virtues—temperance and valour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lords of Lacedæmon were true soldiers,<a name="FNanchor_ds" id="FNanchor_ds"></a><a href="#Footnote_ds" class="fnanchor">[ds]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ours are Sybarites, while we are Helots,<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of whom I am the lowest, most enslaved;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although dressed out to head a pageant, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Greeks of yore made drunk their slaves to form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pastime for their children. You are met<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To overthrow this Monster of a state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This mockery of a Government, this spectre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which must be exorcised with blood,—and then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will renew the times of Truth and Justice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Condensing in a fair free commonwealth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not rash equality but equal rights,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proportioned like the columns to the temple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giving and taking strength reciprocal,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And making firm the whole with grace and beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that no part could be removed without<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Infringement of the general symmetry.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In operating this great change, I claim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be one of you—if you trust in me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If not, strike home,—my life is compromised,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I would rather fall by freemen's hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than live another day to act the tyrant<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As delegate of tyrants: such I am not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never have been—read it in our annals;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can appeal to my past government<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In many lands and cities; they can tell you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I were an oppressor, or a man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feeling and thinking for my fellow men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haply had I been what the Senate sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing of robes and trinkets,<a name="FNanchor_423" id="FNanchor_423"></a><a href="#Footnote_423" class="fnanchor">[423]</a> dizened out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sit in state as for a Sovereign's picture;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A popular scourge, a ready sentence-signer,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A stickler for the Senate and "the Forty,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sceptic of all measures which had not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sanction of "the Ten,"<a name="FNanchor_424" id="FNanchor_424"></a><a href="#Footnote_424" class="fnanchor">[424]</a> a council-fawner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A tool—a fool—a puppet,—they had ne'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fostered the wretch who stung me. What I suffer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has reached me through my pity for the people;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That many know, and they who know not yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will one day learn: meantime I do devote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate'er the issue, my last days of life<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My present power such as it is, not that<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Doge, but of a man who has been great<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before he was degraded to a Doge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still has individual means and mind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stake my fame (and I had fame)—my breath—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The least of all, for its last hours are nigh)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart—my hope—my soul—upon this cast!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as I am, I offer me to you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to your chiefs; accept me or reject me,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Prince who fain would be a Citizen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or nothing, and who has left his throne to be so.<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Long live Faliero!—Venice shall be free!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. Long live Faliero!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Comrades! did I well?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is not this man a host in such a cause?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. This is no time for eulogies, nor place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For exultation. Am I one of you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Aye, and the first among us, as thou hast been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Venice—be our General and Chief.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Chief!—General!—I was General at Zara,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Chief in Rhodes and Cyprus,<a name="FNanchor_425" id="FNanchor_425"></a><a href="#Footnote_425" class="fnanchor">[425]</a> Prince in Venice:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot stoop—that is, I am not fit<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lead a band of—patriots: when I lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aside the dignities which I have borne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis not to put on others, but to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mate to my fellows—but now to the point:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Israel has stated to me your whole plan—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis bold, but feasible if I assist it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And must be set in motion instantly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. E'en when thou wilt. Is it not so, my friends?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have disposed all for a sudden blow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When shall it be then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>At sunrise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>So soon?<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. So soon?—so late—each hour accumulates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peril on peril, and the more so now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I have mingled with you;—know you not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Council, and "the Ten?" the spies, the eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the patricians dubious of their slaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now more dubious of the Prince they have made one?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tell you, you must strike, and suddenly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full to the Hydra's heart—its heads will follow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. With all my soul and sword, I yield assent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our companies are ready, sixty each,<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all now under arms by Israel's order;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each at their different place of rendezvous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vigilant, expectant of some blow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let each repair for action to his post!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now, my Lord, the signal?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>When you hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great bell of Saint Mark's, which may not be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Struck without special order of the Doge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The last poor privilege they leave their Prince),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">March on Saint Mark's!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>And there?—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>By different routes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let your march be directed, every sixty<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Entering a separate avenue, and still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the way let your cry be of War<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of the Genoese Fleet, by the first dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discerned before the port; form round the palace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within whose court will be drawn out in arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My nephew and the clients of our house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many and martial; while the bell tolls on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shout ye, "Saint Mark!—the foe is on our waters!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I see it now—but on, my noble Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. All the patricians flocking to the Council,<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Which they dare not refuse, at the dread signal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pealing from out their Patron Saint's proud tower,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will then be gathered in unto the harvest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we will reap them with the sword for sickle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If some few should be tardy or absent, them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill be but to be taken faint and single,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the majority are put to rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Would that the hour were come! we will not scotch,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_426" id="FNanchor_426"></a><a href="#Footnote_426" class="fnanchor">[426]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But kill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>Once more, sir, with your pardon, I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would now repeat the question which I asked<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before Bertuccio added to our cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This great ally who renders it more sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore safer, and as such admits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some dawn of mercy to a portion of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our victims—must all perish in this slaughter?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. All who encounter me and mine—be sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mercy they have shown, I show.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>All! all!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is this a time to talk of pity? when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have they e'er shown, or felt, or feigned it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Bertram,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This false compassion is a folly, and<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Injustice to thy comrades and thy cause!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dost thou not see, that if we single out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some for escape, they live but to avenge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fallen? and how distinguish now the innocent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the guilty? all their acts are one—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A single emanation from one body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together knit for our oppression! 'Tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much that we let their children live; I doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If all of these even should be set apart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hunter may reserve some single cub<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the tiger's litter, but who e'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would seek to save the spotted sire or dam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless to perish by their fangs? however,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will abide by Doge Faliero's counsel:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him decide if any should be saved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Ask me not—tempt me not with such a question—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decide yourselves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>You know their private virtues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far better than we can, to whom alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their public vices, and most foul oppression,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made them deadly; if there be amongst them<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">One who deserves to be repealed, pronounce.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Dolfino's father was my friend, and Lando<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fought by my side, and Marc Cornaro shared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_dt" id="FNanchor_dt"></a><a href="#Footnote_dt" class="fnanchor">[dt]</a><a name="FNanchor_427" id="FNanchor_427"></a><a href="#Footnote_427" class="fnanchor">[427]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Genoese embassy: I saved the life<a name="FNanchor_du" id="FNanchor_du"></a><a href="#Footnote_du" class="fnanchor">[du]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Veniero—shall I save it twice?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would that I could save them and Venice also!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these men, or their fathers, were my friends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till they became my subjects; then fell from me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As faithless leaves drop from the o'erblown flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left me a lone blighted thorny stalk,<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, in its solitude, can shelter nothing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, as they let me wither, let them perish!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. They cannot co-exist with Venice' freedom!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Ye, though you know and feel our mutual mass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of many wrongs, even ye are ignorant<a name="FNanchor_dv" id="FNanchor_dv"></a><a href="#Footnote_dv" class="fnanchor">[dv]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What fatal poison to the springs of Life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To human ties, and all that's good and dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lurks in the present institutes of Venice:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these men were my friends; I loved them, they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Requited honourably my regards;<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We served and fought; we smiled and wept in concert;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We revelled or we sorrowed side by side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We made alliances of blood and marriage;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We grew in years and honours fairly,—till<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their own desire, not my ambition, made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Them choose me for their Prince, and then farewell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell all social memory! all thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In common! and sweet bonds which link old friendships,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the survivors of long years and actions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which now belong to history, soothe the days<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which yet remain by treasuring each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never meet, but each beholds the mirror<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of half a century on his brother's brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sees a hundred beings, now in earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flit round them whispering of the days gone by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seeming not all dead, as long as two<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the brave, joyous, reckless, glorious band,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which once were one and many, still retain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A breath to sigh for them, a tongue to speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of deeds that else were silent, save on marble——<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Oimé Oimé!</i><a name="FNanchor_428" id="FNanchor_428"></a><a href="#Footnote_428" class="fnanchor">[428]</a>—and must I do this deed?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. My Lord, you are much moved: it is not now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That such things must be dwelt upon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Your patience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment—I recede not: mark with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gloomy vices of this government.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the hour they made me Doge, the <i>Doge</i> <span class="smcap">they</span> <i>made</i> me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell the past! I died to all that had been,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or rather they to me: no friends, no kindness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No privacy of life—all were cut off:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They came not near me—such approach gave umbrage;<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They could not love me—such was not the law;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They thwarted me—'twas the state's policy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They baffled me—'twas a patrician's duty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They wronged me, for such was to right the state;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They could not right me—that would give suspicion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that I was a slave to my own subjects;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that I was a foe to my own friends;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begirt with spies for guards, with robes for power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pomp for freedom, gaolers for a council,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inquisitors for friends, and Hell for life!<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had only one fount of quiet left,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>that</i> they poisoned! My pure household gods<a name="FNanchor_429" id="FNanchor_429"></a><a href="#Footnote_429" class="fnanchor">[429]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were shivered on my hearth, and o'er their shrine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sate grinning Ribaldry, and sneering Scorn.<a name="FNanchor_dw" id="FNanchor_dw"></a><a href="#Footnote_dw" class="fnanchor">[dw]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You have been deeply wronged, and now shall be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nobly avenged before another night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I had borne all—it hurt me, but I bore it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till this last running over of the cup<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of bitterness—until this last loud insult,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not only unredressed, but sanctioned; then,<span class="linenum">370</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus, I cast all further feelings from me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The feelings which they crushed for me, long, long<a name="FNanchor_dx" id="FNanchor_dx"></a><a href="#Footnote_dx" class="fnanchor">[dx]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before, even in their oath of false allegiance!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in that very hour and vow, they abjured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their friend and made a Sovereign, as boys make<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Playthings</i>, to do their pleasure—and be broken!<a name="FNanchor_dy" id="FNanchor_dy"></a><a href="#Footnote_dy" class="fnanchor">[dy]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I from that hour have seen but Senators<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dark suspicious conflict with the Doge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brooding with him in mutual hate and fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They dreading he should snatch the tyranny<span class="linenum">380</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out their grasp, and he abhorring tyrants.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me, then, these men have no <i>private</i> life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor claim to ties they have cut off from others;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Senators for arbitrary acts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amenable, I look on them—as such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let them be dealt upon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>And now to action!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, brethren, to our posts, and may this be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last night of mere words: I'd fain be doing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saint Mark's great bell at dawn shall find me wakeful!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Disperse then to your posts: be firm and vigilant;<span class="linenum">390</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think on the wrongs we bear, the rights we claim.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This day and night shall be the last of peril!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watch for the signal, and then march. I go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To join my band; let each be prompt to marshal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His separate charge: the Doge will now return<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the palace to prepare all for the blow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We part to meet in Freedom and in Glory!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Doge, when I greet you next, my homage to you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be the head of Steno on this sword!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. No; let him be reserved unto the last,<span class="linenum">400</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor turn aside to strike at such a prey,<a name="FNanchor_dz" id="FNanchor_dz"></a><a href="#Footnote_dz" class="fnanchor">[dz]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till nobler game is quarried: his offence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a mere ebullition of the vice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The general corruption generated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the foul Aristocracy: he could not—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He dared not in more honourable days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have risked it. I have merged all private wrath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against him in the thought of our great purpose.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A slave insults me—I require his punishment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his proud master's hands; if he refuse it,<span class="linenum">410</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The offence grows his, and let him answer it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Yet, as the immediate cause of the alliance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which consecrates our undertaking more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I owe him such deep gratitude, that fain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would repay him as he merits; may I?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You would but lop the hand, and I the head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You would but smite the scholar, I the master;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You would but punish Steno, I the Senate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot pause on individual hate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the absorbing, sweeping, whole revenge,<span class="linenum">420</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, like the sheeted fire from Heaven, must blast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without distinction, as it fell of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the Dead Sea hath quenched two Cities' ashes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Away, then, to your posts! I but remain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment to accompany the Doge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To our late place of tryst, to see no spies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been upon the scout, and thence I hasten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To where my allotted band is under arms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Farewell, then,—until dawn!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>Success go with you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. We will not fail—Away! My Lord, farewell!<span class="linenum">430</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Dag</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Welcome, Israel.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. Most welcome.—Brave Bertuccio, thou art late—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who is this stranger?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>It is time to name him.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our comrades are even now prepared to greet him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In brotherhood, as I have made it known<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That thou wouldst add a brother to our cause,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Approved by thee, and thus approved by all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such is our trust in all thine actions. Now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let him unfold himself.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Stranger, step forth!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The Doge discovers himself</i>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. To arms!—we are betrayed—it is the Doge!<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Down with them both! our traitorous captain, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tyrant he hath sold us to.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. (<i>drawing his sword</i>).<span class="s6"> </span>Hold! hold!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who moves a step against them dies. Hold! hear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bertuccio—What! are you appalled to see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lone, unguarded, weaponless old man<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst you?—Israel, speak! what means this mystery?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Let them advance and strike at their own bosoms,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ungrateful suicides! for on our lives<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Depend their own, their fortunes, and their hopes.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Strike!—If I dreaded death, a death more fearful<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than any your rash weapons can inflict,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I should not now be here: Oh, noble Courage!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The eldest born of Fear, which makes you brave<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_397">[397]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against this solitary hoary head!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">See the bold chiefs, who would reform a state<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And shake down senates, mad with wrath and dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At sight of one patrician! Butcher me!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You can, I care not.—Israel, are these men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The mighty hearts you spoke of? look upon them!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Faith! he hath shamed us, and deservedly,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was this your trust in your true Chief Bertuccio,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To turn your swords against him and his guest?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sheathe them, and hear him.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>I disdain to speak.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They might and must have known a heart like mine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Incapable of treachery; and the power<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They gave me to adopt all fitting means<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To further their design was ne'er abused.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They might be certain that who e'er was brought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By me into this Council had been led<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To take his choice—as brother, or as victim.<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And which am I to be? your actions leave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some cause to doubt the freedom of the choice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. My Lord, we would have perished here together,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had these rash men proceeded; but, behold,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They are ashamed of that mad moment's impulse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And droop their heads; believe me, they are such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I described them.—Speak to them.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Aye, speak;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We are all listening in wonder.<a id="FNanchor_dp"></a><a href="#Footnote_dp" class="fnanchor">[dp]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. (<i>addressing the conspirators</i>). You are safe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, more, almost triumphant—listen then,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And know my words for truth.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>You see me here,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As one of you hath said, an old, unarmed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Defenceless man; and yesterday you saw me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Presiding in the hall of ducal state,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Apparent Sovereign of our hundred isles,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_398">[398]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_dq"></a><a href="#Footnote_dq" class="fnanchor">[dq]</a><a id="FNanchor_422"></a><a href="#Footnote_422" class="fnanchor">[422]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Robed in official purple, dealing out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The edicts of a power which is not mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yours, but of our masters—the patricians.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why I was there you know, or think you know;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why I am <i>here</i>, he who hath been most wronged,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He who among you hath been most insulted,<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Outraged and trodden on, until he doubt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If he be worm or no, may answer for me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Asking of his own heart what brought him here?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You know my recent story, all men know it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And judge of it far differently from those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who sate in judgement to heap scorn on scorn.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But spare me the recital—it is here,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here at my heart the outrage—but my words,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Already spent in unavailing plaints,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would only show my feebleness the more,<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I come here to strengthen even the strong,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And urge them on to deeds, and not to war<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With woman's weapons; but I need not urge you.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our private wrongs have sprung from public vices,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In this—I cannot call it commonwealth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor kingdom, which hath neither prince nor people,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But all the sins of the old Spartan state<a id="FNanchor_dr"></a><a href="#Footnote_dr" class="fnanchor">[dr]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without its virtues—temperance and valour.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Lords of Lacedæmon were true soldiers,<a id="FNanchor_ds"></a><a href="#Footnote_ds" class="fnanchor">[ds]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But ours are Sybarites, while we are Helots,<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of whom I am the lowest, most enslaved;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although dressed out to head a pageant, as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Greeks of yore made drunk their slaves to form<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A pastime for their children. You are met<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To overthrow this Monster of a state,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This mockery of a Government, this spectre,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which must be exorcised with blood,—and then<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We will renew the times of Truth and Justice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Condensing in a fair free commonwealth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not rash equality but equal rights,<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Proportioned like the columns to the temple,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Giving and taking strength reciprocal,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_399">[399]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And making firm the whole with grace and beauty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that no part could be removed without<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Infringement of the general symmetry.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In operating this great change, I claim<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be one of you—if you trust in me;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If not, strike home,—my life is compromised,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I would rather fall by freemen's hands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than live another day to act the tyrant<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As delegate of tyrants: such I am not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And never have been—read it in our annals;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I can appeal to my past government<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In many lands and cities; they can tell you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I were an oppressor, or a man<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Feeling and thinking for my fellow men.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Haply had I been what the Senate sought,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thing of robes and trinkets,<a id="FNanchor_423"></a><a href="#Footnote_423" class="fnanchor">[423]</a> dizened out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To sit in state as for a Sovereign's picture;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A popular scourge, a ready sentence-signer,<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A stickler for the Senate and "the Forty,"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sceptic of all measures which had not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sanction of "the Ten,"<a id="FNanchor_424"></a><a href="#Footnote_424" class="fnanchor">[424]</a> a council-fawner,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A tool—a fool—a puppet,—they had ne'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fostered the wretch who stung me. What I suffer<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has reached me through my pity for the people;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That many know, and they who know not yet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will one day learn: meantime I do devote,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er the issue, my last days of life<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_400">[400]</a></span>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My present power such as it is, not that<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Doge, but of a man who has been great<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before he was degraded to a Doge,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And still has individual means and mind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I stake my fame (and I had fame)—my breath—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(The least of all, for its last hours are nigh)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My heart—my hope—my soul—upon this cast!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as I am, I offer me to you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to your chiefs; accept me or reject me,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Prince who fain would be a Citizen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or nothing, and who has left his throne to be so.<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Long live Faliero!—Venice shall be free!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. Long live Faliero!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Comrades! did I well?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is not this man a host in such a cause?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. This is no time for eulogies, nor place<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For exultation. Am I one of you?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Aye, and the first among us, as thou hast been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Venice—be our General and Chief.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Chief!—General!—I was General at Zara,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Chief in Rhodes and Cyprus,<a id="FNanchor_425"></a><a href="#Footnote_425" class="fnanchor">[425]</a> Prince in Venice:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot stoop—that is, I am not fit<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lead a band of—patriots: when I lay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Aside the dignities which I have borne,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not to put on others, but to be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mate to my fellows—but now to the point:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Israel has stated to me your whole plan—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis bold, but feasible if I assist it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And must be set in motion instantly.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. E'en when thou wilt. Is it not so, my friends?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have disposed all for a sudden blow;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When shall it be then?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>At sunrise.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>So soon?<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. So soon?—so late—each hour accumulates<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Peril on peril, and the more so now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since I have mingled with you;—know you not<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_401">[401]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Council, and "the Ten?" the spies, the eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the patricians dubious of their slaves,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And now more dubious of the Prince they have made one?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I tell you, you must strike, and suddenly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Full to the Hydra's heart—its heads will follow.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. With all my soul and sword, I yield assent;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our companies are ready, sixty each,<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all now under arms by Israel's order;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each at their different place of rendezvous,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And vigilant, expectant of some blow;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let each repair for action to his post!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And now, my Lord, the signal?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>When you hear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The great bell of Saint Mark's, which may not be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Struck without special order of the Doge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(The last poor privilege they leave their Prince),<br ></span> +<span class="i0">March on Saint Mark's!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>And there?—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>By different routes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let your march be directed, every sixty<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Entering a separate avenue, and still<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the way let your cry be of War<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And of the Genoese Fleet, by the first dawn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Discerned before the port; form round the palace,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within whose court will be drawn out in arms<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My nephew and the clients of our house,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Many and martial; while the bell tolls on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shout ye, "Saint Mark!—the foe is on our waters!"<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I see it now—but on, my noble Lord.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. All the patricians flocking to the Council,<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Which they dare not refuse, at the dread signal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pealing from out their Patron Saint's proud tower,)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will then be gathered in unto the harvest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we will reap them with the sword for sickle.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If some few should be tardy or absent, them,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill be but to be taken faint and single,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When the majority are put to rest.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Would that the hour were come! we will not scotch,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_402">[402]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_426"></a><a href="#Footnote_426" class="fnanchor">[426]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But kill.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>Once more, sir, with your pardon, I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would now repeat the question which I asked<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before Bertuccio added to our cause<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This great ally who renders it more sure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore safer, and as such admits<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some dawn of mercy to a portion of<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our victims—must all perish in this slaughter?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. All who encounter me and mine—be sure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The mercy they have shown, I show.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>All! all!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is this a time to talk of pity? when<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have they e'er shown, or felt, or feigned it?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Bertram,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This false compassion is a folly, and<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Injustice to thy comrades and thy cause!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dost thou not see, that if we single out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some for escape, they live but to avenge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fallen? and how distinguish now the innocent<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out the guilty? all their acts are one—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A single emanation from one body,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Together knit for our oppression! 'Tis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Much that we let their children live; I doubt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If all of these even should be set apart:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hunter may reserve some single cub<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out the tiger's litter, but who e'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would seek to save the spotted sire or dam,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unless to perish by their fangs? however,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will abide by Doge Faliero's counsel:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let him decide if any should be saved.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Ask me not—tempt me not with such a question—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Decide yourselves.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>You know their private virtues<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Far better than we can, to whom alone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their public vices, and most foul oppression,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have made them deadly; if there be amongst them<span class="linenum">300</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">One who deserves to be repealed, pronounce.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Dolfino's father was my friend, and Lando<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fought by my side, and Marc Cornaro shared<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_403">[403]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_dt"></a><a href="#Footnote_dt" class="fnanchor">[dt]</a><a id="FNanchor_427"></a><a href="#Footnote_427" class="fnanchor">[427]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Genoese embassy: I saved the life<a id="FNanchor_du"></a><a href="#Footnote_du" class="fnanchor">[du]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Veniero—shall I save it twice?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would that I could save them and Venice also!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All these men, or their fathers, were my friends<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till they became my subjects; then fell from me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As faithless leaves drop from the o'erblown flower,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And left me a lone blighted thorny stalk,<span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which, in its solitude, can shelter nothing;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So, as they let me wither, let them perish!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. They cannot co-exist with Venice' freedom!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Ye, though you know and feel our mutual mass<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of many wrongs, even ye are ignorant<a id="FNanchor_dv"></a><a href="#Footnote_dv" class="fnanchor">[dv]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What fatal poison to the springs of Life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To human ties, and all that's good and dear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lurks in the present institutes of Venice:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All these men were my friends; I loved them, they<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Requited honourably my regards;<span class="linenum">320</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We served and fought; we smiled and wept in concert;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We revelled or we sorrowed side by side;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We made alliances of blood and marriage;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We grew in years and honours fairly,—till<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their own desire, not my ambition, made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Them choose me for their Prince, and then farewell!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell all social memory! all thoughts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In common! and sweet bonds which link old friendships,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When the survivors of long years and actions,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which now belong to history, soothe the days<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which yet remain by treasuring each other,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And never meet, but each beholds the mirror<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of half a century on his brother's brow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sees a hundred beings, now in earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Flit round them whispering of the days gone by,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seeming not all dead, as long as two<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the brave, joyous, reckless, glorious band,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which once were one and many, still retain<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_404">[404]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A breath to sigh for them, a tongue to speak<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of deeds that else were silent, save on marble——<span class="linenum">340</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Oimé Oimé!</i><a id="FNanchor_428"></a><a href="#Footnote_428" class="fnanchor">[428]</a>—and must I do this deed?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. My Lord, you are much moved: it is not now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That such things must be dwelt upon.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Your patience<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment—I recede not: mark with me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gloomy vices of this government.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the hour they made me Doge, the <i>Doge</i> <span class="smcap">they</span> <i>made</i> me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell the past! I died to all that had been,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or rather they to me: no friends, no kindness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No privacy of life—all were cut off:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They came not near me—such approach gave umbrage;<span class="linenum">350</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They could not love me—such was not the law;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They thwarted me—'twas the state's policy;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They baffled me—'twas a patrician's duty;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They wronged me, for such was to right the state;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They could not right me—that would give suspicion;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that I was a slave to my own subjects;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that I was a foe to my own friends;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Begirt with spies for guards, with robes for power,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With pomp for freedom, gaolers for a council,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inquisitors for friends, and Hell for life!<span class="linenum">360</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had only one fount of quiet left,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>that</i> they poisoned! My pure household gods<a id="FNanchor_429"></a><a href="#Footnote_429" class="fnanchor">[429]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were shivered on my hearth, and o'er their shrine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sate grinning Ribaldry, and sneering Scorn.<a id="FNanchor_dw"></a><a href="#Footnote_dw" class="fnanchor">[dw]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You have been deeply wronged, and now shall be<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_405">[405]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nobly avenged before another night.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I had borne all—it hurt me, but I bore it—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till this last running over of the cup<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of bitterness—until this last loud insult,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not only unredressed, but sanctioned; then,<span class="linenum">370</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thus, I cast all further feelings from me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The feelings which they crushed for me, long, long<a id="FNanchor_dx"></a><a href="#Footnote_dx" class="fnanchor">[dx]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before, even in their oath of false allegiance!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even in that very hour and vow, they abjured<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their friend and made a Sovereign, as boys make<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Playthings</i>, to do their pleasure—and be broken!<a id="FNanchor_dy"></a><a href="#Footnote_dy" class="fnanchor">[dy]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I from that hour have seen but Senators<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In dark suspicious conflict with the Doge,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Brooding with him in mutual hate and fear;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They dreading he should snatch the tyranny<span class="linenum">380</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out their grasp, and he abhorring tyrants.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To me, then, these men have no <i>private</i> life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor claim to ties they have cut off from others;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Senators for arbitrary acts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amenable, I look on them—as such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let them be dealt upon.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>And now to action!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hence, brethren, to our posts, and may this be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The last night of mere words: I'd fain be doing!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saint Mark's great bell at dawn shall find me wakeful!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Disperse then to your posts: be firm and vigilant;<span class="linenum">390</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think on the wrongs we bear, the rights we claim.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This day and night shall be the last of peril!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Watch for the signal, and then march. I go<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To join my band; let each be prompt to marshal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His separate charge: the Doge will now return<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the palace to prepare all for the blow.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We part to meet in Freedom and in Glory!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Doge, when I greet you next, my homage to you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be the head of Steno on this sword!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. No; let him be reserved unto the last,<span class="linenum">400</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_406">[406]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor turn aside to strike at such a prey,<a id="FNanchor_dz"></a><a href="#Footnote_dz" class="fnanchor">[dz]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till nobler game is quarried: his offence<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was a mere ebullition of the vice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The general corruption generated<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the foul Aristocracy: he could not—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He dared not in more honourable days<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have risked it. I have merged all private wrath<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against him in the thought of our great purpose.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A slave insults me—I require his punishment<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From his proud master's hands; if he refuse it,<span class="linenum">410</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The offence grows his, and let him answer it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Yet, as the immediate cause of the alliance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which consecrates our undertaking more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I owe him such deep gratitude, that fain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would repay him as he merits; may I?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You would but lop the hand, and I the head;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You would but smite the scholar, I the master;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You would but punish Steno, I the Senate.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot pause on individual hate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the absorbing, sweeping, whole revenge,<span class="linenum">420</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which, like the sheeted fire from Heaven, must blast<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without distinction, as it fell of yore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the Dead Sea hath quenched two Cities' ashes.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Away, then, to your posts! I but remain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment to accompany the Doge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To our late place of tryst, to see no spies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have been upon the scout, and thence I hasten<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To where my allotted band is under arms.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Farewell, then,—until dawn!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>Success go with you!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Consp</i>. We will not fail—Away! My Lord, farewell!<span class="linenum">430</span><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>The Conspirators salute the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span>, <i>and retire, headed by</i> -<span class="smcap">Philip Calendaro</span>.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Philip Calendaro</span>.<br > <i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span> <i>remain</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. We have them in the toil—it cannot fail!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now thou'rt indeed a Sovereign, and wilt make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A name immortal greater than the greatest:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Free citizens have struck at Kings ere now;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cæsars have fallen, and even patrician hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have crushed dictators, as the popular steel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has reached patricians: but, until this hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What Prince has plotted for his people's freedom?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or risked a life to liberate his subjects?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever, and for ever, they conspire<span class="linenum">440</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the people, to abuse their hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To chains, but laid aside to carry weapons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the fellow nations, so that yoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On yoke, and slavery and death may whet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Not glut</i>, the never-gorged Leviathan!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, my Lord, to our enterprise;—'tis great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And greater the reward; why stand you rapt?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment back, and you were all impatience!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And is it then decided! must they die?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Who?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>My own friends by blood and courtesy,<span class="linenum">450</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many deeds and days—the Senators?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You passed their sentence, and it is a just one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, so it seems, and so it is to <i>you</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are a patriot, a plebeian Gracchus—<a name="FNanchor_ea" id="FNanchor_ea"></a><a href="#Footnote_ea" class="fnanchor">[ea]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rebel's oracle, the people's tribune—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I blame you not—you act in your vocation;<a name="FNanchor_430" id="FNanchor_430"></a><a href="#Footnote_430" class="fnanchor">[430]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They smote you, and oppressed you, and despised you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So they have <i>me</i>: but <i>you</i> ne'er spake with them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You never broke their bread, nor shared their salt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You never had their wine-cup at your lips:<span class="linenum">460</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You grew not up with them, nor laughed, nor wept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor held a revel in their company;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er smiled to see them smile, nor claimed their smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In social interchange for yours, nor trusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor wore them in your heart of hearts, as I have:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These hairs of mine are grey, and so are theirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The elders of the Council: I remember<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all our locks were like the raven's wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we went forth to take our prey around<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The isles wrung from the false Mahometan;<span class="linenum">470</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And can I see them dabbled o'er with blood?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each stab to them will seem my suicide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Doge! Doge! this vacillation is unworthy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A child; if you are not in second childhood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call back your nerves to your own purpose, nor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus shame yourself and me. By Heavens! I'd rather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forego even now, or fail in our intent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than see the man I venerate subside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From high resolves into such shallow weakness!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have seen blood in battle, shed it, both<span class="linenum">480</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your own and that of others; can you shrink then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a few drops from veins of hoary vampires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who but give back what they have drained from millions?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Bear with me! Step by step, and blow on blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will divide with you; think not I waver:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! no; it is the <i>certainty</i> of all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I must do doth make me tremble thus.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let these last and lingering thoughts have way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which you only and the night are conscious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both regardless; when the Hour arrives,<span class="linenum">490</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis mine to sound the knell, and strike the blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shall unpeople many palaces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hew the highest genealogic trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down to the earth, strewed with their bleeding fruit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crush their blossoms into barrenness:<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>This will</i> I—must I—have I sworn to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor aught can turn me from my destiny;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still I quiver to behold what I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must be, and think what I have been! Bear with me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Re-man your breast; I feel no such remorse,<span class="linenum">500</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I understand it not: why should you change?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You acted, and you act, on your free will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, there it is—<i>you</i> feel not, nor do I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Else I should stab thee on the spot, to save<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand lives—and killing, do no murder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You <i>feel</i> not—you go to this butcher-work<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if these high-born men were steers for shambles:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all is over, you'll be free and merry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And calmly wash those hands incarnadine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I, outgoing thee and all thy fellows<span class="linenum">510</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this surpassing massacre, shall be,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall see and feel—oh God! oh God! 'tis true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou dost well to answer that it was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"My own free will and act," and yet you err,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I will do this! Doubt not—fear not; I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be your most unmerciful accomplice!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I act no more on my free will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor my own feelings—both compel me back;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there is <i>Hell</i> within me and around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like the Demon who believes and trembles<span class="linenum">520</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must I abhor and do. Away! away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Get thee unto thy fellows, I will hie me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gather the retainers of our house.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doubt not, St. Mark's great bell shall wake all Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except her slaughtered Senate: ere the Sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be broad upon the Adriatic there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be a voice of weeping, which shall drown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roar of waters in the cry of blood!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am resolved—come on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>With all my soul!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep a firm rein upon these bursts of passion;<span class="linenum">530</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remember what these men have dealt to thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that this sacrifice will be succeeded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By ages of prosperity and freedom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this unshackled city: a true tyrant<a name="FNanchor_eb" id="FNanchor_eb"></a><a href="#Footnote_eb" class="fnanchor">[eb]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would have depopulated empires, nor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have felt the strange compunction which hath wrung you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To punish a few traitors to the people.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trust me, such were a pity more misplaced<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the late mercy of the state to Steno.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Man, thou hast struck upon the chord which jars<span class="linenum">540</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All nature from my heart. Hence to our task!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span></div></div> - -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> - -<h3><a name="ACT_IV" id="ACT_IV"></a>ACT IV.</h3> - - -<h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I.—<i>Palazzo of the Patrician</i> <span class="smcap">Lioni</span>.<a name="FNanchor_431" id="FNanchor_431"></a><a href="#Footnote_431" class="fnanchor">[431]</a> <span class="smcap">Lioni</span> <i>laying aside the +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. We have them in the toil—it cannot fail!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now thou'rt indeed a Sovereign, and wilt make<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A name immortal greater than the greatest:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Free citizens have struck at Kings ere now;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_407">[407]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cæsars have fallen, and even patrician hands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have crushed dictators, as the popular steel<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has reached patricians: but, until this hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What Prince has plotted for his people's freedom?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or risked a life to liberate his subjects?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For ever, and for ever, they conspire<span class="linenum">440</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against the people, to abuse their hands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To chains, but laid aside to carry weapons<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against the fellow nations, so that yoke<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On yoke, and slavery and death may whet,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Not glut</i>, the never-gorged Leviathan!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now, my Lord, to our enterprise;—'tis great,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And greater the reward; why stand you rapt?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment back, and you were all impatience!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And is it then decided! must they die?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Who?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>My own friends by blood and courtesy,<span class="linenum">450</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And many deeds and days—the Senators?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. You passed their sentence, and it is a just one.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, so it seems, and so it is to <i>you</i>;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You are a patriot, a plebeian Gracchus—<a id="FNanchor_ea"></a><a href="#Footnote_ea" class="fnanchor">[ea]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rebel's oracle, the people's tribune—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I blame you not—you act in your vocation;<a id="FNanchor_430"></a><a href="#Footnote_430" class="fnanchor">[430]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They smote you, and oppressed you, and despised you;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So they have <i>me</i>: but <i>you</i> ne'er spake with them;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You never broke their bread, nor shared their salt;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You never had their wine-cup at your lips:<span class="linenum">460</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">You grew not up with them, nor laughed, nor wept,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor held a revel in their company;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er smiled to see them smile, nor claimed their smile<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In social interchange for yours, nor trusted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor wore them in your heart of hearts, as I have:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These hairs of mine are grey, and so are theirs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The elders of the Council: I remember<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When all our locks were like the raven's wing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As we went forth to take our prey around<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The isles wrung from the false Mahometan;<span class="linenum">470</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_408">[408]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And can I see them dabbled o'er with blood?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each stab to them will seem my suicide.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Doge! Doge! this vacillation is unworthy<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A child; if you are not in second childhood,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Call back your nerves to your own purpose, nor<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus shame yourself and me. By Heavens! I'd rather<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forego even now, or fail in our intent,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than see the man I venerate subside<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From high resolves into such shallow weakness!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You have seen blood in battle, shed it, both<span class="linenum">480</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your own and that of others; can you shrink then<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From a few drops from veins of hoary vampires,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who but give back what they have drained from millions?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Bear with me! Step by step, and blow on blow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will divide with you; think not I waver:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! no; it is the <i>certainty</i> of all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which I must do doth make me tremble thus.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let these last and lingering thoughts have way,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To which you only and the night are conscious,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And both regardless; when the Hour arrives,<span class="linenum">490</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis mine to sound the knell, and strike the blow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shall unpeople many palaces,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hew the highest genealogic trees<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Down to the earth, strewed with their bleeding fruit,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And crush their blossoms into barrenness:<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>This will</i> I—must I—have I sworn to do,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor aught can turn me from my destiny;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But still I quiver to behold what I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must be, and think what I have been! Bear with me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Re-man your breast; I feel no such remorse,<span class="linenum">500</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I understand it not: why should you change?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You acted, and you act, on your free will.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Aye, there it is—<i>you</i> feel not, nor do I,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Else I should stab thee on the spot, to save<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand lives—and killing, do no murder;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You <i>feel</i> not—you go to this butcher-work<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As if these high-born men were steers for shambles:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When all is over, you'll be free and merry,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And calmly wash those hands incarnadine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But I, outgoing thee and all thy fellows<span class="linenum">510</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In this surpassing massacre, shall be,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_409">[409]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall see and feel—oh God! oh God! 'tis true,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou dost well to answer that it was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"My own free will and act," and yet you err,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I will do this! Doubt not—fear not; I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will be your most unmerciful accomplice!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet I act no more on my free will,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor my own feelings—both compel me back;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But there is <i>Hell</i> within me and around,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And like the Demon who believes and trembles<span class="linenum">520</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must I abhor and do. Away! away!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Get thee unto thy fellows, I will hie me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To gather the retainers of our house.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Doubt not, St. Mark's great bell shall wake all Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except her slaughtered Senate: ere the Sun<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be broad upon the Adriatic there<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be a voice of weeping, which shall drown<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The roar of waters in the cry of blood!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am resolved—come on.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>With all my soul!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Keep a firm rein upon these bursts of passion;<span class="linenum">530</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Remember what these men have dealt to thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that this sacrifice will be succeeded<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By ages of prosperity and freedom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To this unshackled city: a true tyrant<a id="FNanchor_eb"></a><a href="#Footnote_eb" class="fnanchor">[eb]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would have depopulated empires, nor<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have felt the strange compunction which hath wrung you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To punish a few traitors to the people.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Trust me, such were a pity more misplaced<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than the late mercy of the state to Steno.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Man, thou hast struck upon the chord which jars<span class="linenum">540</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All nature from my heart. Hence to our task!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_410">[410]</a></span></div></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" > + +<h3><a id="ACT_IV"></a>ACT IV.</h3> + + +<h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> I.—<i>Palazzo of the Patrician</i> <span class="smcap">Lioni</span>.<a id="FNanchor_431"></a><a href="#Footnote_431" class="fnanchor">[431]</a> <span class="smcap">Lioni</span> <i>laying aside the mask and cloak which the Venetian Nobles wore in public, attended by a Domestic</i>.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I will to rest, right weary of this revel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gayest we have held for many moons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet—I know not why—it cheered me not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There came a heaviness across my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, in the lightest movement of the dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though eye to eye, and hand in hand united<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even with the Lady of my Love, oppressed me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through my spirit chilled my blood, until<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A damp like Death rose o'er my brow; I strove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To laugh the thought away, but 'twould not be;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through all the music ringing in my ears<a name="FNanchor_ec" id="FNanchor_ec"></a><a href="#Footnote_ec" class="fnanchor">[ec]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A knell was sounding as distinct and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though low and far, as e'er the Adrian wave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose o'er the City's murmur in the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dashing against the outward Lido's bulwark:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that I left the festival before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It reached its zenith, and will woo my pillow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thoughts more tranquil, or forgetfulness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Antonio, take my mask and cloak, and light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lamp within my chamber.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yes, my Lord:<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Command you no refreshment?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Nought, save sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which will not be commanded. Let me hope it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though my breast feels too anxious; I will try<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether the air will calm my spirits: 'tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A goodly night; the cloudy wind which blew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Levant hath crept into its cave,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the broad Moon hath brightened. What a stillness!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Goes to an open lattice</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what a contrast with the scene I left,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the tall torches' glare, and silver lamps'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More pallid gleam along the tapestried walls,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread over the reluctant gloom which haunts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those vast and dimly-latticed galleries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dazzling mass of artificial light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which showed all things, but nothing as they were.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There Age essaying to recall the past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After long striving for the hues of Youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the sad labour of the toilet, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full many a glance at the too faithful mirror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pranked forth in all the pride of ornament,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgot itself, and trusting to the falsehood<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the indulgent beams, which show, yet hide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believed itself forgotten, and was fooled.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There Youth, which needed not, nor thought of such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vain adjuncts, lavished its true bloom, and health,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bridal beauty, in the unwholesome press<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of flushed and crowded wassailers, and wasted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its hours of rest in dreaming this was pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so shall waste them till the sunrise streams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On sallow cheeks and sunken eyes, which should not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have worn this aspect yet for many a year.<a name="FNanchor_432" id="FNanchor_432"></a><a href="#Footnote_432" class="fnanchor">[432]</a><span class="linenum">50</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The music, and the banquet, and the wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The garlands, the rose odours, and the flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The white arms and the raven hair, the braids<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bracelets; swanlike bosoms, and the necklace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An India in itself, yet dazzling not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eye like what it circled; the thin robes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The many-twinkling feet so small and sylphlike,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suggesting the more secret symmetry<a name="FNanchor_ed" id="FNanchor_ed"></a><a href="#Footnote_ed" class="fnanchor">[ed]</a><span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the fair forms which terminate so well—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the delusion of the dizzy scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its false and true enchantments—Art and Nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which swam before my giddy eyes, that drank<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sight of beauty as the parched pilgrim's<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Arab sands the false mirage, which offers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lucid lake to his eluded thirst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are gone. Around me are the stars and waters—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worlds mirrored in the Ocean, goodlier sight<a name="FNanchor_ee" id="FNanchor_ee"></a><a href="#Footnote_ee" class="fnanchor">[ee]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than torches glared back by a gaudy glass;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the great Element, which is to space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What Ocean is to Earth, spreads its blue depths,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Softened with the first breathings of the spring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The high Moon sails upon her beauteous way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces,<a name="FNanchor_ef" id="FNanchor_ef"></a><a href="#Footnote_ef" class="fnanchor">[ef]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose porphyry pillars, and whose costly fronts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fraught with the Orient spoil of many marbles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like altars ranged along the broad canal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reared up from out the waters, scarce less strangely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than those more massy and mysterious giants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of architecture, those Titanian fabrics,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which point in Egypt's plains to times that have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No other record. All is gentle: nought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stirs rudely; but, congenial with the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever walks is gliding like a spirit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tinklings of some vigilant guitars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sleepless lovers to a wakeful mistress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cautious opening of the casement, showing<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he is not unheard; while her young hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair as the moonlight of which it seems part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So delicately white, it trembles in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The act of opening the forbidden lattice,<a name="FNanchor_433" id="FNanchor_433"></a><a href="#Footnote_433" class="fnanchor">[433]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To let in love through music, makes his heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrill like his lyre-strings at the sight; the dash<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Phosphoric of the oar, or rapid twinkle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the far lights of skimming gondolas,<a name="FNanchor_434" id="FNanchor_434"></a><a href="#Footnote_434" class="fnanchor">[434]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the responsive voices of the choir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of boatmen answering back with verse for verse;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some dusky shadow checkering the Rialto;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some glimmering palace roof, or tapering spire,<a name="FNanchor_eg" id="FNanchor_eg"></a><a href="#Footnote_eg" class="fnanchor">[eg]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are all the sights and sounds which here pervade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ocean-born and earth-commanding City—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thank thee, Night! for thou hast chased away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those horrid bodements which, amidst the throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not dissipate: and with the blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy benign and quiet influence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now will I to my couch, although to rest<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is almost wronging such a night as this,——<br /></span> -<span class="i17"><span class="ilsd">[<i>A knocking is heard from without</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hark! what is that? or who at such a moment?<a name="FNanchor_eh" id="FNanchor_eh"></a><a href="#Footnote_eh" class="fnanchor">[eh]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span></p><p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>. My Lord, a man without, on urgent business,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Implores to be admitted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Is he a stranger?<a name="FNanchor_ei" id="FNanchor_ei"></a><a href="#Footnote_ei" class="fnanchor">[ei]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>. His face is muffled in his cloak, but both<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His voice and gestures seem familiar to me;<a name="FNanchor_ej" id="FNanchor_ej"></a><a href="#Footnote_ej" class="fnanchor">[ej]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I craved his name, but this he seemed reluctant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To trust, save to yourself; most earnestly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sues to be permitted to approach you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. 'Tis a strange hour, and a suspicious bearing!<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet there is slight peril: 'tis not in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their houses noble men are struck at; still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although I know not that I have a foe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Venice, 'twill be wise to use some caution.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admit him, and retire; but call up quickly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some of thy fellows, who may wait without.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can this man be?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>and returns with</i> <span class="smcap">Bertram</span> <i>muffled</i>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>My good Lord Lioni,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have no time to lose, nor thou,—dismiss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This menial hence; I would be private with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. It seems the voice of Bertram—Go, Antonio.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, stranger, what would you at such an hour?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. (<i>discovering himself</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A boon, my noble patron; you have granted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many to your poor client, Bertram; add<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This one, and make him happy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Thou hast known me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From boyhood, ever ready to assist thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all fair objects of advancement, which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beseem one of thy station; I would promise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere thy request was heard, but that the hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy bearing, and this strange and hurried mode<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of suing, gives me to suspect this visit<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath some mysterious import—but say on—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What has occurred, some rash and sudden broil?—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cup too much, a scuffle, and a stab?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mere things of every day; so that thou hast not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spilt noble blood, I guarantee thy safety;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then thou must withdraw, for angry friends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And relatives, in the first burst of vengeance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are things in Venice deadlier than the laws.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. My Lord, I thank you; but——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>But what? You have not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raised a rash hand against one of our order?<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If so—withdraw and fly—and own it not;<a name="FNanchor_ek" id="FNanchor_ek"></a><a href="#Footnote_ek" class="fnanchor">[ek]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not slay—but then I must not save thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who has shed patrician blood——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>I come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To save patrician blood, and not to shed it!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thereunto I must be speedy, for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each minute lost may lose a life; since Time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has changed his slow scythe for the two-edged sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is about to take, instead of sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dust from sepulchres to fill his hour-glass!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go not <i>thou</i> forth to-morrow!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Wherefore not?—<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What means this menace?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Do not seek its meaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But do as I implore thee;—stir not forth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate'er be stirring; though the roar of crowds—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cry of women, and the shrieks of babes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The groans of men—the clash of arms—the sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of rolling drum, shrill trump, and hollow bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peal in one wide alarum l—Go not forth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the Tocsin's silent, nor even then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I return!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Again, what does this mean?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Again, I tell thee, ask not; but by all<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou holdest dear on earth or Heaven—by all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Souls of thy great fathers, and thy hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To emulate them, and to leave behind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Descendants worthy both of them and thee—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By all thou hast of blessed in hope or memory<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By all thou hast to fear here or hereafter—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By all the good deeds thou hast done to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good I would now repay with greater good,<a name="FNanchor_el" id="FNanchor_el"></a><a href="#Footnote_el" class="fnanchor">[el]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remain within—trust to thy household gods,<a name="FNanchor_em" id="FNanchor_em"></a><a href="#Footnote_em" class="fnanchor">[em]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to my word for safety, if thou dost,<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I now counsel—but if not, thou art lost!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I am indeed already lost in wonder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surely thou ravest! what have <i>I</i> to dread?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who are my foes? or if there be such, <i>why</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Art <i>thou</i> leagued with them?—<i>thou!</i> or, if so leagued,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why comest thou to tell me at this hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not before?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>I cannot answer this.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wilt thou go forth despite of this true warning?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I was not born to shrink from idle threats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cause of which I know not: at the hour<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of council, be it soon or late, I shall not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be found among the absent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Say not so!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more, art thou determined to go forth?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I am. Nor is there aught which shall impede me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Then, Heaven have mercy on thy soul!—Farewell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Going</i>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Stay—there is more in this than my own safety<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes me call thee back; we must not part thus:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bertram, I have known thee long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>From childhood, Signor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have been my protector: in the days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of reckless infancy, when rank forgets,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, rather, is not yet taught to remember<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its cold prerogative, we played together;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our sports, our smiles, our tears, were mingled oft;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My father was your father's client, I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His son's scarce less than foster-brother; years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw us together—happy, heart-full hours!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh God! the difference 'twixt those hours and this!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Bertram, 'tis thou who hast forgotten them.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Nor now, nor ever; whatsoe'er betide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would have saved you: when to Manhood's growth<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sprung, and you, devoted to the state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As suits your station, the more humble Bertram<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was left unto the labours of the humble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still you forsook me not; and if my fortunes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have not been towering, 'twas no fault of him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who ofttimes rescued and supported me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When struggling with the tides of Circumstance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which bear away the weaker: noble blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er mantled in a nobler heart than thine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has proved to me, the poor plebeian Bertram.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would that thy fellow Senators were like thee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Why, what hast thou to say against the Senate?<a name="FNanchor_en" id="FNanchor_en"></a><a href="#Footnote_en" class="fnanchor">[en]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Nothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>I know that there are angry spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turbulent mutterers of stifled treason,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who lurk in narrow places, and walk out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Muffled to whisper curses to the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disbanded soldiers, discontented ruffians,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And desperate libertines who brawl in taverns;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i> herdest not with such: 'tis true, of late<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have lost sight of thee, but thou wert wont<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lead a temperate life, and break thy bread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With honest mates, and bear a cheerful aspect.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What hath come to thee? in thy hollow eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hueless cheek, and thine unquiet motions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrow and Shame and Conscience seem at war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To waste thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Rather Shame and Sorrow light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the accurséd tyranny which rides<a name="FNanchor_eo" id="FNanchor_eo"></a><a href="#Footnote_eo" class="fnanchor">[eo]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very air in Venice, and makes men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madden as in the last hours of the plague<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which sweeps the soul deliriously from life!<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Some villains have been tampering with thee, Bertram;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is not thy old language, nor own thoughts;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some wretch has made thee drunk with disaffection:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou must not be lost so; thou <i>wert</i> good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kind, and art not fit for such base acts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Vice and Villany would put thee to:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confess—confide in me—thou know'st my nature.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is it thou and thine are bound to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which should prevent thy friend, the only son<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of him who was a friend unto thy father,<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that our good-will is a heritage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We should bequeath to our posterity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as ourselves received it, or augmented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I say, what is it thou must do, that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should deem thee dangerous, and keep the house<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a sick girl?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Nay, question me no further:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must be gone.——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>And I be murdered!—say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was it not thus thou said'st, my gentle Bertram?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Who talks of murder? what said I of murder?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tis false! I did not utter such a word.<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Thou didst not; but from out thy wolfish eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So changed from what I knew it, there glares forth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gladiator. If <i>my</i> life's thine object,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take it—I am unarmed,—and then away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not hold my breath on such a tenure<a name="FNanchor_ep" id="FNanchor_ep"></a><a href="#Footnote_ep" class="fnanchor">[ep]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the capricious mercy of such things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thou and those who have set thee to thy task-work.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Sooner than spill thy blood, I peril mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sooner than harm a hair of thine, I place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In jeopardy a thousand heads, and some<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As noble, nay, even nobler than thine own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Aye, is it even so? Excuse me, Bertram;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am not worthy to be singled out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From such exalted hecatombs—who are they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That <i>are</i> in danger, and that <i>make</i> the danger?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Venice, and all that she inherits, are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divided like a house against itself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so will perish ere to-morrow's twilight!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. More mysteries, and awful ones! But now,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or thou, or I, or both, it may be, are<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the verge of ruin; speak once out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou art safe and glorious: for 'tis more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glorious to save than slay, and slay i' the dark too—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fie, Bertram! that was not a craft for thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How would it look to see upon a spear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The head of him whose heart was open to thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Borne by thy hand before the shuddering people?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such may be my doom; for here I swear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate'er the peril or the penalty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy denunciation, I go forth,<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless thou dost detail the cause, and show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The consequence of all which led thee here!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Is there no way to save thee? minutes fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou art lost!—<i>thou</i>! my sole benefactor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The only being who was constant to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through every change. Yet, make me not a traitor!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me save thee—but spare my honour!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can lie the honour in a league of murder?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who are traitors save unto the State?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. A league is still a compact, and more binding<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In honest hearts when words must stand for law;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in my mind, there is no traitor like<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He whose domestic treason plants the poniard<a name="FNanchor_435" id="FNanchor_435"></a><a href="#Footnote_435" class="fnanchor">[435]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the breast which trusted to his truth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lioni. And who will strike the steel to mine?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s37"> </span>Not I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could have wound my soul up to all things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save this. <i>Thou</i> must not die! and think how dear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy life is, when I risk so many lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, more, the Life of lives, the liberty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of future generations, <i>not</i> to be<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The assassin thou miscall'st me:—once, once more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do adjure thee, pass not o'er thy threshold!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. It is in vain—this moment I go forth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Then perish Venice rather than my friend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will disclose—ensnare—betray—destroy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, what a villain I become for thee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Say, rather thy friend's saviour and the State's!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak—pause not—all rewards, all pledges for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy safety and thy welfare; wealth such as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The State accords her worthiest servants; nay,<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nobility itself I guarantee thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that thou art sincere and penitent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. I have thought again: it must not be—I love thee—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou knowest it—that I stand here is the proof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not least though last; but having done my duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thee, I now must do it by my country!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell—we meet no more in life!—farewell!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. What, ho!—Antonio—Pedro—to the door!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See that none pass—arrest this man!——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I will to rest, right weary of this revel,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gayest we have held for many moons,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet—I know not why—it cheered me not;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There came a heaviness across my heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which, in the lightest movement of the dance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though eye to eye, and hand in hand united<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even with the Lady of my Love, oppressed me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And through my spirit chilled my blood, until<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A damp like Death rose o'er my brow; I strove<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To laugh the thought away, but 'twould not be;<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through all the music ringing in my ears<a id="FNanchor_ec"></a><a href="#Footnote_ec" class="fnanchor">[ec]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A knell was sounding as distinct and clear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though low and far, as e'er the Adrian wave<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rose o'er the City's murmur in the night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dashing against the outward Lido's bulwark:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that I left the festival before<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It reached its zenith, and will woo my pillow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For thoughts more tranquil, or forgetfulness.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Antonio, take my mask and cloak, and light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The lamp within my chamber.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Yes, my Lord:<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Command you no refreshment?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Nought, save sleep,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which will not be commanded. Let me hope it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though my breast feels too anxious; I will try<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whether the air will calm my spirits: 'tis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A goodly night; the cloudy wind which blew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the Levant hath crept into its cave,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_411">[411]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the broad Moon hath brightened. What a stillness!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Goes to an open lattice</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And what a contrast with the scene I left,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where the tall torches' glare, and silver lamps'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More pallid gleam along the tapestried walls,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spread over the reluctant gloom which haunts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those vast and dimly-latticed galleries<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A dazzling mass of artificial light,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which showed all things, but nothing as they were.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There Age essaying to recall the past,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">After long striving for the hues of Youth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At the sad labour of the toilet, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Full many a glance at the too faithful mirror,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pranked forth in all the pride of ornament,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forgot itself, and trusting to the falsehood<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the indulgent beams, which show, yet hide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Believed itself forgotten, and was fooled.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There Youth, which needed not, nor thought of such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vain adjuncts, lavished its true bloom, and health,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And bridal beauty, in the unwholesome press<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of flushed and crowded wassailers, and wasted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its hours of rest in dreaming this was pleasure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so shall waste them till the sunrise streams<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On sallow cheeks and sunken eyes, which should not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have worn this aspect yet for many a year.<a id="FNanchor_432"></a><a href="#Footnote_432" class="fnanchor">[432]</a><span class="linenum">50</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_412">[412]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The music, and the banquet, and the wine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The garlands, the rose odours, and the flowers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The white arms and the raven hair, the braids<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And bracelets; swanlike bosoms, and the necklace,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An India in itself, yet dazzling not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The eye like what it circled; the thin robes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The many-twinkling feet so small and sylphlike,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Suggesting the more secret symmetry<a id="FNanchor_ed"></a><a href="#Footnote_ed" class="fnanchor">[ed]</a><span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the fair forms which terminate so well—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All the delusion of the dizzy scene,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its false and true enchantments—Art and Nature,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which swam before my giddy eyes, that drank<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sight of beauty as the parched pilgrim's<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On Arab sands the false mirage, which offers<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lucid lake to his eluded thirst,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are gone. Around me are the stars and waters—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Worlds mirrored in the Ocean, goodlier sight<a id="FNanchor_ee"></a><a href="#Footnote_ee" class="fnanchor">[ee]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than torches glared back by a gaudy glass;<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the great Element, which is to space<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What Ocean is to Earth, spreads its blue depths,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Softened with the first breathings of the spring;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The high Moon sails upon her beauteous way,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces,<a id="FNanchor_ef"></a><a href="#Footnote_ef" class="fnanchor">[ef]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose porphyry pillars, and whose costly fronts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fraught with the Orient spoil of many marbles,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like altars ranged along the broad canal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reared up from out the waters, scarce less strangely<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than those more massy and mysterious giants<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of architecture, those Titanian fabrics,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which point in Egypt's plains to times that have<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No other record. All is gentle: nought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stirs rudely; but, congenial with the night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whatever walks is gliding like a spirit.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_413">[413]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tinklings of some vigilant guitars<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of sleepless lovers to a wakeful mistress,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cautious opening of the casement, showing<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he is not unheard; while her young hand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fair as the moonlight of which it seems part,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So delicately white, it trembles in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The act of opening the forbidden lattice,<a id="FNanchor_433"></a><a href="#Footnote_433" class="fnanchor">[433]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To let in love through music, makes his heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thrill like his lyre-strings at the sight; the dash<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Phosphoric of the oar, or rapid twinkle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the far lights of skimming gondolas,<a id="FNanchor_434"></a><a href="#Footnote_434" class="fnanchor">[434]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the responsive voices of the choir<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of boatmen answering back with verse for verse;<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some dusky shadow checkering the Rialto;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some glimmering palace roof, or tapering spire,<a id="FNanchor_eg"></a><a href="#Footnote_eg" class="fnanchor">[eg]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are all the sights and sounds which here pervade<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ocean-born and earth-commanding City—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I thank thee, Night! for thou hast chased away<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Those horrid bodements which, amidst the throng,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I could not dissipate: and with the blessing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of thy benign and quiet influence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now will I to my couch, although to rest<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is almost wronging such a night as this,——<br ></span> +<span class="i17"><span class="ilsd">[<i>A knocking is heard from without</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hark! what is that? or who at such a moment?<a id="FNanchor_eh"></a><a href="#Footnote_eh" class="fnanchor">[eh]</a><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_414">[414]</a></span></p><p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>. My Lord, a man without, on urgent business,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Implores to be admitted.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Is he a stranger?<a id="FNanchor_ei"></a><a href="#Footnote_ei" class="fnanchor">[ei]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>. His face is muffled in his cloak, but both<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His voice and gestures seem familiar to me;<a id="FNanchor_ej"></a><a href="#Footnote_ej" class="fnanchor">[ej]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I craved his name, but this he seemed reluctant<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To trust, save to yourself; most earnestly<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He sues to be permitted to approach you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. 'Tis a strange hour, and a suspicious bearing!<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet there is slight peril: 'tis not in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their houses noble men are struck at; still,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Although I know not that I have a foe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Venice, 'twill be wise to use some caution.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Admit him, and retire; but call up quickly<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some of thy fellows, who may wait without.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who can this man be?—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>and returns with</i> <span class="smcap">Bertram</span> <i>muffled</i>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>My good Lord Lioni,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have no time to lose, nor thou,—dismiss<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This menial hence; I would be private with you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. It seems the voice of Bertram—Go, Antonio.<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now, stranger, what would you at such an hour?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. (<i>discovering himself</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A boon, my noble patron; you have granted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Many to your poor client, Bertram; add<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This one, and make him happy.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Thou hast known me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From boyhood, ever ready to assist thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all fair objects of advancement, which<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beseem one of thy station; I would promise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ere thy request was heard, but that the hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy bearing, and this strange and hurried mode<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of suing, gives me to suspect this visit<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath some mysterious import—but say on—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What has occurred, some rash and sudden broil?—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_415">[415]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A cup too much, a scuffle, and a stab?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mere things of every day; so that thou hast not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spilt noble blood, I guarantee thy safety;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But then thou must withdraw, for angry friends<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And relatives, in the first burst of vengeance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are things in Venice deadlier than the laws.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. My Lord, I thank you; but——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>But what? You have not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Raised a rash hand against one of our order?<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If so—withdraw and fly—and own it not;<a id="FNanchor_ek"></a><a href="#Footnote_ek" class="fnanchor">[ek]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not slay—but then I must not save thee!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He who has shed patrician blood——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>I come<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To save patrician blood, and not to shed it!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thereunto I must be speedy, for<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each minute lost may lose a life; since Time<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has changed his slow scythe for the two-edged sword,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And is about to take, instead of sand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dust from sepulchres to fill his hour-glass!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Go not <i>thou</i> forth to-morrow!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Wherefore not?—<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What means this menace?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Do not seek its meaning,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But do as I implore thee;—stir not forth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er be stirring; though the roar of crowds—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The cry of women, and the shrieks of babes—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The groans of men—the clash of arms—the sound<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of rolling drum, shrill trump, and hollow bell,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Peal in one wide alarum l—Go not forth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until the Tocsin's silent, nor even then<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till I return!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Again, what does this mean?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Again, I tell thee, ask not; but by all<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou holdest dear on earth or Heaven—by all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Souls of thy great fathers, and thy hope<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To emulate them, and to leave behind<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Descendants worthy both of them and thee—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By all thou hast of blessed in hope or memory<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_416">[416]</a></span>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By all thou hast to fear here or hereafter—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By all the good deeds thou hast done to me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Good I would now repay with greater good,<a id="FNanchor_el"></a><a href="#Footnote_el" class="fnanchor">[el]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Remain within—trust to thy household gods,<a id="FNanchor_em"></a><a href="#Footnote_em" class="fnanchor">[em]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to my word for safety, if thou dost,<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As I now counsel—but if not, thou art lost!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I am indeed already lost in wonder;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Surely thou ravest! what have <i>I</i> to dread?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who are my foes? or if there be such, <i>why</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Art <i>thou</i> leagued with them?—<i>thou!</i> or, if so leagued,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why comest thou to tell me at this hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not before?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>I cannot answer this.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wilt thou go forth despite of this true warning?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I was not born to shrink from idle threats,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The cause of which I know not: at the hour<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of council, be it soon or late, I shall not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be found among the absent.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Say not so!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Once more, art thou determined to go forth?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. I am. Nor is there aught which shall impede me!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Then, Heaven have mercy on thy soul!—Farewell!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Going</i>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Stay—there is more in this than my own safety<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes me call thee back; we must not part thus:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bertram, I have known thee long.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>From childhood, Signor,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You have been my protector: in the days<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of reckless infancy, when rank forgets,<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or, rather, is not yet taught to remember<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its cold prerogative, we played together;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our sports, our smiles, our tears, were mingled oft;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My father was your father's client, I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His son's scarce less than foster-brother; years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saw us together—happy, heart-full hours!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh God! the difference 'twixt those hours and this!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Bertram, 'tis thou who hast forgotten them.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_417">[417]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Nor now, nor ever; whatsoe'er betide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would have saved you: when to Manhood's growth<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We sprung, and you, devoted to the state,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As suits your station, the more humble Bertram<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was left unto the labours of the humble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still you forsook me not; and if my fortunes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have not been towering, 'twas no fault of him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who ofttimes rescued and supported me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When struggling with the tides of Circumstance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which bear away the weaker: noble blood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er mantled in a nobler heart than thine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has proved to me, the poor plebeian Bertram.<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would that thy fellow Senators were like thee!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Why, what hast thou to say against the Senate?<a id="FNanchor_en"></a><a href="#Footnote_en" class="fnanchor">[en]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Nothing.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>I know that there are angry spirits<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And turbulent mutterers of stifled treason,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who lurk in narrow places, and walk out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Muffled to whisper curses to the night;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Disbanded soldiers, discontented ruffians,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And desperate libertines who brawl in taverns;<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i> herdest not with such: 'tis true, of late<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have lost sight of thee, but thou wert wont<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lead a temperate life, and break thy bread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With honest mates, and bear a cheerful aspect.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What hath come to thee? in thy hollow eye<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hueless cheek, and thine unquiet motions,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrow and Shame and Conscience seem at war<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To waste thee.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>Rather Shame and Sorrow light<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the accurséd tyranny which rides<a id="FNanchor_eo"></a><a href="#Footnote_eo" class="fnanchor">[eo]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The very air in Venice, and makes men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Madden as in the last hours of the plague<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which sweeps the soul deliriously from life!<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Some villains have been tampering with thee, Bertram;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This is not thy old language, nor own thoughts;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_418">[418]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some wretch has made thee drunk with disaffection:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But thou must not be lost so; thou <i>wert</i> good<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And kind, and art not fit for such base acts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Vice and Villany would put thee to:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Confess—confide in me—thou know'st my nature.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What is it thou and thine are bound to do,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which should prevent thy friend, the only son<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of him who was a friend unto thy father,<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that our good-will is a heritage<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We should bequeath to our posterity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as ourselves received it, or augmented;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I say, what is it thou must do, that I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should deem thee dangerous, and keep the house<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like a sick girl?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Nay, question me no further:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I must be gone.——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>And I be murdered!—say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was it not thus thou said'st, my gentle Bertram?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Who talks of murder? what said I of murder?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tis false! I did not utter such a word.<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Thou didst not; but from out thy wolfish eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So changed from what I knew it, there glares forth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The gladiator. If <i>my</i> life's thine object,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Take it—I am unarmed,—and then away!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not hold my breath on such a tenure<a id="FNanchor_ep"></a><a href="#Footnote_ep" class="fnanchor">[ep]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As the capricious mercy of such things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As thou and those who have set thee to thy task-work.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Sooner than spill thy blood, I peril mine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sooner than harm a hair of thine, I place<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In jeopardy a thousand heads, and some<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As noble, nay, even nobler than thine own.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Aye, is it even so? Excuse me, Bertram;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am not worthy to be singled out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From such exalted hecatombs—who are they<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That <i>are</i> in danger, and that <i>make</i> the danger?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Venice, and all that she inherits, are<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Divided like a house against itself,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so will perish ere to-morrow's twilight!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. More mysteries, and awful ones! But now,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_419">[419]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or thou, or I, or both, it may be, are<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the verge of ruin; speak once out,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou art safe and glorious: for 'tis more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Glorious to save than slay, and slay i' the dark too—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fie, Bertram! that was not a craft for thee!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How would it look to see upon a spear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The head of him whose heart was open to thee!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Borne by thy hand before the shuddering people?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And such may be my doom; for here I swear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er the peril or the penalty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of thy denunciation, I go forth,<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unless thou dost detail the cause, and show<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The consequence of all which led thee here!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Is there no way to save thee? minutes fly,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou art lost!—<i>thou</i>! my sole benefactor,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The only being who was constant to me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through every change. Yet, make me not a traitor!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let me save thee—but spare my honour!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Where<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can lie the honour in a league of murder?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And who are traitors save unto the State?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. A league is still a compact, and more binding<span class="linenum">300</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In honest hearts when words must stand for law;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in my mind, there is no traitor like<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He whose domestic treason plants the poniard<a id="FNanchor_435"></a><a href="#Footnote_435" class="fnanchor">[435]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within the breast which trusted to his truth.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lioni. And who will strike the steel to mine?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s37"> </span>Not I;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I could have wound my soul up to all things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save this. <i>Thou</i> must not die! and think how dear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy life is, when I risk so many lives,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, more, the Life of lives, the liberty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of future generations, <i>not</i> to be<span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The assassin thou miscall'st me:—once, once more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I do adjure thee, pass not o'er thy threshold!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. It is in vain—this moment I go forth.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Then perish Venice rather than my friend!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will disclose—ensnare—betray—destroy<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_420">[420]</a></span>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, what a villain I become for thee!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Say, rather thy friend's saviour and the State's!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Speak—pause not—all rewards, all pledges for<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy safety and thy welfare; wealth such as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The State accords her worthiest servants; nay,<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nobility itself I guarantee thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that thou art sincere and penitent.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. I have thought again: it must not be—I love thee—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou knowest it—that I stand here is the proof,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not least though last; but having done my duty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By thee, I now must do it by my country!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell—we meet no more in life!—farewell!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. What, ho!—Antonio—Pedro—to the door!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">See that none pass—arrest this man!——<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span> <i>and other armed Domestics, who seize</i> <span class="smcap">Bertram</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i> (<i>continues</i>).<span class="s20"> </span>Take care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hath no harm; bring me my sword and cloak,<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And man the gondola with four oars—quick—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will unto Giovanni Gradenigo's,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And send for Marc Cornaro:—fear not, Bertram;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This needful violence is for thy safety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No less than for the general weal.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i> (<i>continues</i>).<span class="s20"> </span>Take care<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He hath no harm; bring me my sword and cloak,<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And man the gondola with four oars—quick—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We will unto Giovanni Gradenigo's,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And send for Marc Cornaro:—fear not, Bertram;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This needful violence is for thy safety,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No less than for the general weal.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Where wouldst thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear me a prisoner?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Where wouldst thou<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bear me a prisoner?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Firstly to "the Ten;"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next to the Doge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Firstly to "the Ten;"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Next to the Doge.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>To the Doge?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>To the Doge?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Assuredly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is he not Chief of the State?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Assuredly:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is he not Chief of the State?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Perhaps at sunrise—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>Perhaps at sunrise—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. What mean you?—but we'll know anon.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. What mean you?—but we'll know anon.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Art sure?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Art sure?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Sure as all gentle means can make; and if<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fail, you know "the Ten" and their tribunal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that St. Mark's has dungeons, and the dungeons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rack.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>. Sure as all gentle means can make; and if<span class="linenum">340</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They fail, you know "the Ten" and their tribunal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that St. Mark's has dungeons, and the dungeons<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A rack.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_421">[421]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Apply it then before the dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now hastening into heaven.—One more such word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you shall perish piecemeal, by the death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You think to doom to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>Apply it then before the dawn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now hastening into heaven.—One more such word,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you shall perish piecemeal, by the death<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You think to doom to me.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>The bark is ready,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord, and all prepared.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ant</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>The bark is ready,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Lord, and all prepared.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Look to the prisoner.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bertram, I'll reason with thee as we go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Magnifico's, sage Gradenigo. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lioni</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Look to the prisoner.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bertram, I'll reason with thee as we go<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Magnifico's, sage Gradenigo. <span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> @@ -19590,341 +19545,341 @@ Domestic</i>.</h4> <p class="sdir"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>and his Nephew</i> <span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Are all the people of our house in muster?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. They are arrayed, and eager for the signal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within our palace precincts at San Polo:<a name="FNanchor_436" id="FNanchor_436"></a><a href="#Footnote_436" class="fnanchor">[436]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I come for your last orders.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>It had been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well had there been time to have got together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my own fief, Val di Marino, more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our retainers—but it is too late.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Methinks, my Lord,'tis better as it is:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sudden swelling of our retinue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had waked suspicion; and, though fierce and trusty,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vassals of that district are too rude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quick in quarrel to have long maintained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The secret discipline we need for such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A service, till our foes are dealt upon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. True; but when once the signal has been given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>These</i> are the men for such an enterprise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These city slaves have all their private bias,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their prejudice <i>against</i> or <i>for</i> this noble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which may induce them to o'erdo or spare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where mercy may be madness; the fierce peasants,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Serfs of my county of Val di Marino,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would do the bidding of their lord without<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distinguishing for love or hate his foes;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alike to them Marcello or Cornaro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Gradenigo or a Foscari;<a name="FNanchor_eq" id="FNanchor_eq"></a><a href="#Footnote_eq" class="fnanchor">[eq]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are not used to start at those vain names,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor bow the knee before a civic Senate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A chief in armour is their Suzerain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a thing in robes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>We are enough;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for the dispositions of our clients<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the Senate I will answer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The die is thrown; but for a warlike service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Done in the field, commend me to my peasants:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made the sun shine through the host of Huns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When sallow burghers slunk back to their tents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cowered to hear their own victorious trumpet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If there be small resistance, you will find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These Citizens all Lions, like their Standard;<a name="FNanchor_437" id="FNanchor_437"></a><a href="#Footnote_437" class="fnanchor">[437]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if there's much to do, you'll wish, with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A band of iron rustics at our backs.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Thus thinking, I must marvel you resolve<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To strike the blow so suddenly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Such blows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must be struck suddenly or never. When<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had o'ermastered the weak false remorse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which yearned about my heart, too fondly yielding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment to the feelings of old days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was most fain to strike; and, firstly, that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I might not yield again to such emotions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, secondly, because of all these men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save Israel and Philip Calendaro,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not well the courage or the faith:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-day might find 'mongst them a traitor to us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As yesterday a thousand to the Senate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But once in, with their hilts hot in their hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They must <i>on</i> for their own sakes; one stroke struck,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the mere instinct of the first-born Cain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ever lurks somewhere in human hearts,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though Circumstance may keep it in abeyance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will urge the rest on like to wolves; the sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you will find a harder task to quell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than urge them when they <i>have</i> commenced, but <i>till</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That moment, a mere voice, a straw, a shadow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are capable of turning them aside.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How goes the night?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Almost upon the dawn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Then it is time to strike upon the bell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the men posted?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>By this time they are;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they have orders not to strike, until<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have command from you through me in person.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. 'Tis well.—Will the morn never put to rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These stars which twinkle yet o'er all the heavens?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am settled and bound up, and being so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very effort which it cost me to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolve to cleanse this Commonwealth with fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now leaves my mind more steady. I have wept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trembled at the thought of this dread duty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now I have put down all idle passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And look the growing tempest in the face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As doth the pilot of an Admiral Galley:<a name="FNanchor_438" id="FNanchor_438"></a><a href="#Footnote_438" class="fnanchor">[438]</a><span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet (wouldst thou think it, kinsman?) it hath been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A greater struggle to me, than when nations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beheld their fate merged in the approaching fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where I was leader of a phalanx, where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thousands were sure to perish—Yes, to spill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rank polluted current from the veins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a few bloated despots needed more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To steel me to a purpose such as made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Timoleon immortal,<a name="FNanchor_439" id="FNanchor_439"></a><a href="#Footnote_439" class="fnanchor">[439]</a> than to face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The toils and dangers of a life of war.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. It gladdens me to see your former wisdom<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Subdue the furies which so wrung you ere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You were decided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>It was ever thus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With me; the hour of agitation came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the first glimmerings of a purpose, when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Passion had too much room to sway; but in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hour of action I have stood as calm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As were the dead who lay around me: this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They knew who made me what I am, and trusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the subduing power which I preserved<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over my mood, when its first burst was spent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they were not aware that there are things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which make revenge a virtue by reflection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not an impulse of mere anger; though<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The laws sleep, Justice wakes, and injured souls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft do a public right with private wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And justify their deeds unto themselves.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks the day breaks—is it not so? look,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine eyes are clear with youth;—the air puts on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A morning freshness, and, at least to me,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea looks greyer through the lattice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>True,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The morn is dappling in the sky.<a name="FNanchor_er" id="FNanchor_er"></a><a href="#Footnote_er" class="fnanchor">[er]</a><a name="FNanchor_440" id="FNanchor_440"></a><a href="#Footnote_440" class="fnanchor">[440]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Away then!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See that they strike without delay, and with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first toll from St. Mark's, march on the palace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all our House's strength; here I will meet you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Sixteen and their companies will move<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In separate columns at the self-same moment:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be sure you post yourself at the great Gate:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not trust "the Ten" except to us—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rest, the rabble of patricians, may<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glut the more careless swords of those leagued with us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remember that the cry is still "Saint Mark!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Genoese are come—ho! to the rescue!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saint Mark and Liberty!"—Now—now to action!<a name="FNanchor_es" id="FNanchor_es"></a><a href="#Footnote_es" class="fnanchor">[es]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Farewell then, noble Uncle! we will meet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In freedom and true sovereignty, or never!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Come hither, my Bertuccio—one embrace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speed, for the day grows broader; send me soon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A messenger to tell me how all goes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you rejoin our troops, and then sound—sound<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The storm-bell from St. Mark's!<a name="FNanchor_et" id="FNanchor_et"></a><a href="#Footnote_et" class="fnanchor">[et]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span>.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>).<span class="s17"> </span>He is gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on each footstep moves a life. 'Tis done.<a name="FNanchor_441" id="FNanchor_441"></a><a href="#Footnote_441" class="fnanchor">[441]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now the destroying Angel hovers o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Venice, and pauses ere he pours the vial,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even as the eagle overlooks his prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for a moment, poised in middle air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suspends the motion of his mighty wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then swoops with his unerring beak.<a name="FNanchor_442" id="FNanchor_442"></a><a href="#Footnote_442" class="fnanchor">[442]</a> Thou Day!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That slowly walk'st the waters! march—march on—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not smite i' the dark, but rather see<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That no stroke errs. And you, ye blue sea waves!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen you dyed ere now, and deeply too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Genoese, Saracen, and Hunnish gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While that of Venice flowed too, but victorious:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now thou must wear an unmixed crimson; no<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Barbaric blood can reconcile us now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto that horrible incarnadine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But friend or foe will roll in civic slaughter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And have I lived to fourscore years<a name="FNanchor_443" id="FNanchor_443"></a><a href="#Footnote_443" class="fnanchor">[443]</a> for this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, who was named Preserver of the City?<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, at whose name the million's caps were flung<a name="FNanchor_eu" id="FNanchor_eu"></a><a href="#Footnote_eu" class="fnanchor">[eu]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the air, and cries from tens of thousands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose up, imploring Heaven to send me blessings,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fame, and length of days—to see this day?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this day, black within the calendar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be succeeded by a bright millennium.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doge Dandolo survived to ninety summers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To vanquish empires, and refuse their crown;<a name="FNanchor_444" id="FNanchor_444"></a><a href="#Footnote_444" class="fnanchor">[444]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will resign a crown, and make the State<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Renew its freedom—but oh! by what means?<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noble end must justify them. What<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are a few drops of human blood? 'tis false,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blood of tyrants is not human; they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to incarnate Molochs, feed on ours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until 'tis time to give them to the tombs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which they have made so populous.—Oh World!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh Men! what are ye, and our best designs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we must work by crime to punish crime?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And slay as if Death had but this one gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a few years would make the sword superfluous?<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, upon the verge of th' unknown realm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet send so many heralds on before me?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must not ponder this. <span class="ilsd">[<i>A pause.</i></span><br /></span> -<span class="i25">Hark! was there not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A murmur as of distant voices, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tramp of feet in martial unison?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What phantoms even of sound our wishes raise!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It cannot be—the signal hath not rung—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why pauses it? My nephew's messenger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be upon his way to me, and he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Himself perhaps even now draws grating back<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon its ponderous hinge the steep tower portal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where swings the sullen huge oracular bell,<a name="FNanchor_ev" id="FNanchor_ev"></a><a href="#Footnote_ev" class="fnanchor">[ev]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which never knells but for a princely death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or for a state in peril, pealing forth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tremendous bodements; let it do its office,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be this peal its awfullest and last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[427]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound till the strong tower rock!—What! silent still?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would go forth, but that my post is here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be the centre of re-union to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oft discordant elements which form<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leagues of this nature, and to keep compact<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wavering of the weak, in case of conflict;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if they should do battle,'twill be here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the palace, that the strife will thicken:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then here must be my station, as becomes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The master-mover.—Hark! he comes—he comes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My nephew, brave Bertuccio's messenger.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What tidings? Is he marching? hath he sped?<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>They</i> here!-all's lost-yet will I make an effort.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="sdir"><i>Enter a</i> <span class="smcap">Signor of the Night</span>,<a name="FNanchor_445" id="FNanchor_445"></a><a href="#Footnote_445" class="fnanchor">[445]</a> <i>with Guards, etc., etc.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. Doge, I arrest thee of high treason!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Me!<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Prince, of treason?—Who are they that dare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cloak their own treason under such an order?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. (<i>showing his order</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold my order from the assembled Ten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And <i>where</i> are they, and <i>why</i> assembled? no<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such Council can be lawful, till the Prince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Preside there, and that duty's mine:<a name="FNanchor_446" id="FNanchor_446"></a><a href="#Footnote_446" class="fnanchor">[446]</a> on thine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I charge thee, give me way, or marshal me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Council chamber.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Duke! it may not be:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor are they in the wonted Hall of Council,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sitting in the convent of Saint Saviour's.<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You dare to disobey me, then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>I serve<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[428]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The State, and needs must serve it faithfully;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My warrant is the will of those who rule it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And till that warrant has my signature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is illegal, and, as <i>now</i> applied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rebellious. Hast thou weighed well thy life's worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thus you dare assume a lawless function?<a name="FNanchor_ew" id="FNanchor_ew"></a><a href="#Footnote_ew" class="fnanchor">[ew]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. 'Tis not my office to reply, but act—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am placed here as guard upon thy person,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not as judge to hear or to decide.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aside</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must gain time. So that the storm-bell sound,<a name="FNanchor_ex" id="FNanchor_ex"></a><a href="#Footnote_ex" class="fnanchor">[ex]</a><a name="FNanchor_447" id="FNanchor_447"></a><a href="#Footnote_447" class="fnanchor">[447]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All may be well yet. Kinsman, speed—speed—speed!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our fate is trembling in the balance, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woe to the vanquished! be they Prince and people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or slaves and Senate—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The great bell of St. Mark's tolls.</i></span><br /></span> -<span class="i20">Lo! it sounds—it tolls!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aloud</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hark, Signor of the Night! and you, ye hirelings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wield your mercenary staves in fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is your knell.—Swell on, thou lusty peal!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, knaves, what ransom for your lives?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Confusion!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand to your arms, and guard the door—all's lost<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless that fearful bell be silenced soon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The officer hath missed his path or purpose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or met some unforeseen and hideous obstacle,<a name="FNanchor_ey" id="FNanchor_ey"></a><a href="#Footnote_ey" class="fnanchor">[ey]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anselmo, with thy company proceed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Straight to the tower; the rest remain with me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit part of the Guard.</i></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Wretch! if thou wouldst have thy vile life, implore it;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[429]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not now a lease of sixty seconds.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aye, send thy miserable ruffians forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They never shall return.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>So let it be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They die then in their duty, as will I.<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Fool! the high eagle flies at nobler game<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than thou and thy base myrmidons,—live on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So thou provok'st not peril by resistance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And learn (if souls so much obscured can bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gaze upon the sunbeams) to be free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s2"> </span>And learn thou to be captive. It hath ceased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The bell ceases to toll</i>.</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The traitorous signal, which was to have set<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bloodhound mob on their patrician prey—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The knell hath rung, but it is not the Senate's!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>after a pause</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All's silent, and all's lost!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Now, Doge, denounce me<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As rebel slave of a revolted Council!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I not done my duty?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Peace, thou thing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast done a worthy deed, and earned the price<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of blood, and they who use thee will reward thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou wert sent to watch, and not to prate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thou said'st even now—then do thine office,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let it be in silence, as behoves thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since, though thy prisoner, I am thy Prince.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. I did not mean to fail in the respect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Due to your rank: in this I shall obey you.<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Are all the people of our house in muster?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. They are arrayed, and eager for the signal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within our palace precincts at San Polo:<a id="FNanchor_436"></a><a href="#Footnote_436" class="fnanchor">[436]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I come for your last orders.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>It had been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As well had there been time to have got together,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From my own fief, Val di Marino, more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of our retainers—but it is too late.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Methinks, my Lord,'tis better as it is:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sudden swelling of our retinue<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had waked suspicion; and, though fierce and trusty,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The vassals of that district are too rude<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And quick in quarrel to have long maintained<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The secret discipline we need for such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A service, till our foes are dealt upon.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. True; but when once the signal has been given,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>These</i> are the men for such an enterprise;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These city slaves have all their private bias,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their prejudice <i>against</i> or <i>for</i> this noble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which may induce them to o'erdo or spare<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where mercy may be madness; the fierce peasants,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Serfs of my county of Val di Marino,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would do the bidding of their lord without<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Distinguishing for love or hate his foes;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_422">[422]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alike to them Marcello or Cornaro,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Gradenigo or a Foscari;<a id="FNanchor_eq"></a><a href="#Footnote_eq" class="fnanchor">[eq]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They are not used to start at those vain names,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor bow the knee before a civic Senate;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A chief in armour is their Suzerain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not a thing in robes.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>We are enough;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for the dispositions of our clients<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against the Senate I will answer.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Well,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The die is thrown; but for a warlike service,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Done in the field, commend me to my peasants:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They made the sun shine through the host of Huns<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When sallow burghers slunk back to their tents,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cowered to hear their own victorious trumpet.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If there be small resistance, you will find<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These Citizens all Lions, like their Standard;<a id="FNanchor_437"></a><a href="#Footnote_437" class="fnanchor">[437]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But if there's much to do, you'll wish, with me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A band of iron rustics at our backs.<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. Thus thinking, I must marvel you resolve<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To strike the blow so suddenly.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Such blows<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must be struck suddenly or never. When<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I had o'ermastered the weak false remorse<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which yearned about my heart, too fondly yielding<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A moment to the feelings of old days,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I was most fain to strike; and, firstly, that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I might not yield again to such emotions;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, secondly, because of all these men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save Israel and Philip Calendaro,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know not well the courage or the faith:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To-day might find 'mongst them a traitor to us,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As yesterday a thousand to the Senate;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But once in, with their hilts hot in their hands,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They must <i>on</i> for their own sakes; one stroke struck,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the mere instinct of the first-born Cain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which ever lurks somewhere in human hearts,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_423">[423]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though Circumstance may keep it in abeyance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will urge the rest on like to wolves; the sight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you will find a harder task to quell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than urge them when they <i>have</i> commenced, but <i>till</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That moment, a mere voice, a straw, a shadow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are capable of turning them aside.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How goes the night?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Almost upon the dawn.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Then it is time to strike upon the bell.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are the men posted?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>By this time they are;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But they have orders not to strike, until<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They have command from you through me in person.<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. 'Tis well.—Will the morn never put to rest<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These stars which twinkle yet o'er all the heavens?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am settled and bound up, and being so,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The very effort which it cost me to<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Resolve to cleanse this Commonwealth with fire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now leaves my mind more steady. I have wept,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And trembled at the thought of this dread duty;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But now I have put down all idle passion,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And look the growing tempest in the face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As doth the pilot of an Admiral Galley:<a id="FNanchor_438"></a><a href="#Footnote_438" class="fnanchor">[438]</a><span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet (wouldst thou think it, kinsman?) it hath been<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A greater struggle to me, than when nations<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld their fate merged in the approaching fight,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where I was leader of a phalanx, where<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thousands were sure to perish—Yes, to spill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rank polluted current from the veins<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a few bloated despots needed more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To steel me to a purpose such as made<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Timoleon immortal,<a id="FNanchor_439"></a><a href="#Footnote_439" class="fnanchor">[439]</a> than to face<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The toils and dangers of a life of war.<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. It gladdens me to see your former wisdom<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_424">[424]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Subdue the furies which so wrung you ere<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You were decided.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>It was ever thus<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With me; the hour of agitation came<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the first glimmerings of a purpose, when<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Passion had too much room to sway; but in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hour of action I have stood as calm<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As were the dead who lay around me: this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They knew who made me what I am, and trusted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the subduing power which I preserved<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Over my mood, when its first burst was spent.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But they were not aware that there are things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which make revenge a virtue by reflection,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not an impulse of mere anger; though<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The laws sleep, Justice wakes, and injured souls<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oft do a public right with private wrong,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And justify their deeds unto themselves.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Methinks the day breaks—is it not so? look,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thine eyes are clear with youth;—the air puts on<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A morning freshness, and, at least to me,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sea looks greyer through the lattice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>True,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The morn is dappling in the sky.<a id="FNanchor_er"></a><a href="#Footnote_er" class="fnanchor">[er]</a><a id="FNanchor_440"></a><a href="#Footnote_440" class="fnanchor">[440]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Away then!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">See that they strike without delay, and with<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The first toll from St. Mark's, march on the palace<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all our House's strength; here I will meet you;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Sixteen and their companies will move<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In separate columns at the self-same moment:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be sure you post yourself at the great Gate:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not trust "the Ten" except to us—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rest, the rabble of patricians, may<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Glut the more careless swords of those leagued with us.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Remember that the cry is still "Saint Mark!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Genoese are come—ho! to the rescue!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saint Mark and Liberty!"—Now—now to action!<a id="FNanchor_es"></a><a href="#Footnote_es" class="fnanchor">[es]</a><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_425">[425]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Farewell then, noble Uncle! we will meet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In freedom and true sovereignty, or never!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Come hither, my Bertuccio—one embrace;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Speed, for the day grows broader; send me soon<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A messenger to tell me how all goes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When you rejoin our troops, and then sound—sound<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The storm-bell from St. Mark's!<a id="FNanchor_et"></a><a href="#Footnote_et" class="fnanchor">[et]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Bertuccio Faliero</span>.</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>solus</i>).<span class="s17"> </span>He is gone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on each footstep moves a life. 'Tis done.<a id="FNanchor_441"></a><a href="#Footnote_441" class="fnanchor">[441]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now the destroying Angel hovers o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Venice, and pauses ere he pours the vial,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even as the eagle overlooks his prey,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for a moment, poised in middle air,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Suspends the motion of his mighty wings,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then swoops with his unerring beak.<a id="FNanchor_442"></a><a href="#Footnote_442" class="fnanchor">[442]</a> Thou Day!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That slowly walk'st the waters! march—march on—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not smite i' the dark, but rather see<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That no stroke errs. And you, ye blue sea waves!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have seen you dyed ere now, and deeply too,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With Genoese, Saracen, and Hunnish gore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While that of Venice flowed too, but victorious:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now thou must wear an unmixed crimson; no<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Barbaric blood can reconcile us now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unto that horrible incarnadine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But friend or foe will roll in civic slaughter.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And have I lived to fourscore years<a id="FNanchor_443"></a><a href="#Footnote_443" class="fnanchor">[443]</a> for this?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I, who was named Preserver of the City?<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I, at whose name the million's caps were flung<a id="FNanchor_eu"></a><a href="#Footnote_eu" class="fnanchor">[eu]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into the air, and cries from tens of thousands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rose up, imploring Heaven to send me blessings,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_426">[426]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fame, and length of days—to see this day?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this day, black within the calendar,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be succeeded by a bright millennium.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Doge Dandolo survived to ninety summers<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To vanquish empires, and refuse their crown;<a id="FNanchor_444"></a><a href="#Footnote_444" class="fnanchor">[444]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I will resign a crown, and make the State<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Renew its freedom—but oh! by what means?<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The noble end must justify them. What<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are a few drops of human blood? 'tis false,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The blood of tyrants is not human; they,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like to incarnate Molochs, feed on ours,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until 'tis time to give them to the tombs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which they have made so populous.—Oh World!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh Men! what are ye, and our best designs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That we must work by crime to punish crime?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And slay as if Death had but this one gate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When a few years would make the sword superfluous?<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I, upon the verge of th' unknown realm,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet send so many heralds on before me?—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I must not ponder this. <span class="ilsd">[<i>A pause.</i></span><br ></span> +<span class="i25">Hark! was there not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A murmur as of distant voices, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The tramp of feet in martial unison?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What phantoms even of sound our wishes raise!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It cannot be—the signal hath not rung—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why pauses it? My nephew's messenger<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should be upon his way to me, and he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Himself perhaps even now draws grating back<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon its ponderous hinge the steep tower portal,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where swings the sullen huge oracular bell,<a id="FNanchor_ev"></a><a href="#Footnote_ev" class="fnanchor">[ev]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which never knells but for a princely death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or for a state in peril, pealing forth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tremendous bodements; let it do its office,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And be this peal its awfullest and last<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_427">[427]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sound till the strong tower rock!—What! silent still?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would go forth, but that my post is here,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be the centre of re-union to<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The oft discordant elements which form<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leagues of this nature, and to keep compact<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The wavering of the weak, in case of conflict;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For if they should do battle,'twill be here,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within the palace, that the strife will thicken:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then here must be my station, as becomes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The master-mover.—Hark! he comes—he comes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My nephew, brave Bertuccio's messenger.—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What tidings? Is he marching? hath he sped?<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>They</i> here!-all's lost-yet will I make an effort.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="sdir"><i>Enter a</i> <span class="smcap">Signor of the Night</span>,<a id="FNanchor_445"></a><a href="#Footnote_445" class="fnanchor">[445]</a> <i>with Guards, etc., etc.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. Doge, I arrest thee of high treason!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Me!<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Prince, of treason?—Who are they that dare<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cloak their own treason under such an order?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. (<i>showing his order</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Behold my order from the assembled Ten.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And <i>where</i> are they, and <i>why</i> assembled? no<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such Council can be lawful, till the Prince<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Preside there, and that duty's mine:<a id="FNanchor_446"></a><a href="#Footnote_446" class="fnanchor">[446]</a> on thine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I charge thee, give me way, or marshal me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Council chamber.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Duke! it may not be:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor are they in the wonted Hall of Council,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But sitting in the convent of Saint Saviour's.<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. You dare to disobey me, then?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>I serve<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_428">[428]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The State, and needs must serve it faithfully;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My warrant is the will of those who rule it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And till that warrant has my signature<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is illegal, and, as <i>now</i> applied,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rebellious. Hast thou weighed well thy life's worth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That thus you dare assume a lawless function?<a id="FNanchor_ew"></a><a href="#Footnote_ew" class="fnanchor">[ew]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. 'Tis not my office to reply, but act—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am placed here as guard upon thy person,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not as judge to hear or to decide.<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aside</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I must gain time. So that the storm-bell sound,<a id="FNanchor_ex"></a><a href="#Footnote_ex" class="fnanchor">[ex]</a><a id="FNanchor_447"></a><a href="#Footnote_447" class="fnanchor">[447]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All may be well yet. Kinsman, speed—speed—speed!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our fate is trembling in the balance, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to the vanquished! be they Prince and people,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or slaves and Senate—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The great bell of St. Mark's tolls.</i></span><br ></span> +<span class="i20">Lo! it sounds—it tolls!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aloud</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hark, Signor of the Night! and you, ye hirelings,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who wield your mercenary staves in fear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is your knell.—Swell on, thou lusty peal!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now, knaves, what ransom for your lives?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Confusion!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stand to your arms, and guard the door—all's lost<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unless that fearful bell be silenced soon.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The officer hath missed his path or purpose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or met some unforeseen and hideous obstacle,<a id="FNanchor_ey"></a><a href="#Footnote_ey" class="fnanchor">[ey]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Anselmo, with thy company proceed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Straight to the tower; the rest remain with me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit part of the Guard.</i></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Wretch! if thou wouldst have thy vile life, implore it;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_429">[429]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is not now a lease of sixty seconds.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Aye, send thy miserable ruffians forth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They never shall return.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>So let it be!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They die then in their duty, as will I.<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Fool! the high eagle flies at nobler game<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than thou and thy base myrmidons,—live on,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So thou provok'st not peril by resistance,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And learn (if souls so much obscured can bear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To gaze upon the sunbeams) to be free.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s2"> </span>And learn thou to be captive. It hath ceased,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>The bell ceases to toll</i>.</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The traitorous signal, which was to have set<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The bloodhound mob on their patrician prey—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The knell hath rung, but it is not the Senate's!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>after a pause</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All's silent, and all's lost!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Now, Doge, denounce me<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As rebel slave of a revolted Council!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have I not done my duty?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Peace, thou thing!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast done a worthy deed, and earned the price<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of blood, and they who use thee will reward thee.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But thou wert sent to watch, and not to prate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As thou said'st even now—then do thine office,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let it be in silence, as behoves thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since, though thy prisoner, I am thy Prince.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Sig</i>. I did not mean to fail in the respect<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Due to your rank: in this I shall obey you.<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aside</i>). There now is nothing left me save to die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet how near success! I would have fallen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And proudly, in the hour of triumph, but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To miss it thus!——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>aside</i>). There now is nothing left me save to die;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet how near success! I would have fallen,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And proudly, in the hour of triumph, but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To miss it thus!——<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter other</i> <span class="smcap">Signors of the Night</span>, @@ -19932,85 +19887,85 @@ Domestic</i>.</h4> <i>prisoner</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2nd Sig</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>We took him in the act<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of issuing from the tower, where, at his order,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As delegated from the Doge, the signal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had thus begun to sound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>2nd Sig</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>We took him in the act<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of issuing from the tower, where, at his order,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As delegated from the Doge, the signal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had thus begun to sound.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Are all the passes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[430]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which lead up to the palace well secured?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Are all the passes<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_430">[430]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which lead up to the palace well secured?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2nd Sig</i>. They are—besides, it matters not; the Chiefs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are all in chains, and some even now on trial—<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their followers are dispersed, and many taken.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>2nd Sig</i>. They are—besides, it matters not; the Chiefs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are all in chains, and some even now on trial—<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their followers are dispersed, and many taken.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Uncle!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Uncle!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>It is in vain to war with Fortune;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glory hath departed from our house.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>It is in vain to war with Fortune;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The glory hath departed from our house.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Who would have deemed it?—Ah! one moment sooner!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. Who would have deemed it?—Ah! one moment sooner!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. That moment would have changed the face of ages;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>This</i> gives us to Eternity—We'll meet it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As men whose triumph is not in success,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But who can make their own minds all in all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Equal to every fortune. Droop not,'tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a brief passage—I would go alone,<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet if they send us, as 'tis like, together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us go worthy of our sires and selves.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. That moment would have changed the face of ages;<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>This</i> gives us to Eternity—We'll meet it<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As men whose triumph is not in success,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But who can make their own minds all in all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Equal to every fortune. Droop not,'tis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But a brief passage—I would go alone,<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet if they send us, as 'tis like, together,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let us go worthy of our sires and selves.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. I shall not shame you, Uncle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. I shall not shame you, Uncle.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Lords, our orders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are to keep guard on both in separate chambers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the Council call ye to your trial.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Lords, our orders<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are to keep guard on both in separate chambers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until the Council call ye to your trial.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Our trial! will they keep their mockery up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even to the last? but let them deal upon us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we had dealt on them, but with less pomp.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis but a game of mutual homicides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who have cast lots for the first death, and they<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have won with false dice.—Who hath been our Judas?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Our trial! will they keep their mockery up<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even to the last? but let them deal upon us,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As we had dealt on them, but with less pomp.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis but a game of mutual homicides,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who have cast lots for the first death, and they<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have won with false dice.—Who hath been our Judas?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>. I am not warranted to answer that.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>. I am not warranted to answer that.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. I'll answer for thee—'tis a certain Bertram,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even now deposing to the secret Giunta.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>. I'll answer for thee—'tis a certain Bertram,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even now deposing to the secret Giunta.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Bertram, the Bergamask! With what vile tools<a name="FNanchor_448" id="FNanchor_448"></a><a href="#Footnote_448" class="fnanchor">[448]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We operate to slay or save! This creature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Black with a double treason, now will earn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rewards and honours, and be stamped in story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the geese in the Capitol, which gabbled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[431]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till Rome awoke, and had an annual triumph,<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Manlius, who hurled down the Gauls, was cast<a name="FNanchor_ez" id="FNanchor_ez"></a><a href="#Footnote_ez" class="fnanchor">[ez]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Tarpeian.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Bertram, the Bergamask! With what vile tools<a id="FNanchor_448"></a><a href="#Footnote_448" class="fnanchor">[448]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">We operate to slay or save! This creature,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Black with a double treason, now will earn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rewards and honours, and be stamped in story<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the geese in the Capitol, which gabbled<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_431">[431]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till Rome awoke, and had an annual triumph,<span class="linenum">300</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">While Manlius, who hurled down the Gauls, was cast<a id="FNanchor_ez"></a><a href="#Footnote_ez" class="fnanchor">[ez]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the Tarpeian.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>He aspired to treason,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sought to rule the State.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>He aspired to treason,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sought to rule the State.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>He saved the State,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sought but to reform what he revived—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this is idle—Come, sirs, do your work.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>He saved the State,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sought but to reform what he revived—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this is idle—Come, sirs, do your work.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>. Noble Bertuccio, we must now remove you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into an inner chamber.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>1st Sig</i>. Noble Bertuccio, we must now remove you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into an inner chamber.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Farewell, Uncle!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If we shall meet again in life I know not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they perhaps will let our ashes mingle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ber. F</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Farewell, Uncle!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If we shall meet again in life I know not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But they perhaps will let our ashes mingle.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Yes, and our spirits, which shall yet go forth,<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And do what our frail clay, thus clogged, hath failed in!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They cannot quench the memory of those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who would have hurled them from their guilty thrones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such examples will find heirs, though distant.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Yes, and our spirits, which shall yet go forth,<span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And do what our frail clay, thus clogged, hath failed in!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They cannot quench the memory of those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who would have hurled them from their guilty thrones,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And such examples will find heirs, though distant.<br ></span> </div></div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<h3><a name="ACT_V" id="ACT_V"></a>ACT V.</h3> +<h3><a id="ACT_V"></a>ACT V.</h3> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> 1.—<i>The Hall of the Council of Ten assembled with the additional @@ -20022,783 +19977,783 @@ etc., etc.</i> <i>as Prisoners</i>. <span class="smcap">Bertram</span>, <span class="smcap">Lioni</span>, <i>and Witnesses, etc.</i></h4> -<p class="sdir"><i>The Chief of the Ten</i>, <span class="smcap">Benintende</span>.<a name="FNanchor_fa" id="FNanchor_fa"></a><a href="#Footnote_fa" class="fnanchor">[fa]</a><a name="FNanchor_449" id="FNanchor_449"></a><a href="#Footnote_449" class="fnanchor">[449]</a></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. There now rests, after such conviction of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their manifold and manifest offences,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[432]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to pronounce on these obdurate men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sentence of the Law:—a grievous task<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those who hear, and those who speak. Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it should fall to me! and that my days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of office should be stigmatised through all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The years of coming time, as bearing record<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this most foul and complicated treason<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against a just and free state, known to all<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth as being the Christian bulwark 'gainst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Saracen and the schismatic Greek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The savage Hun, and not less barbarous Frank;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A City which has opened India's wealth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Europe; the last Roman refuge from<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'erwhelming Attila; the Ocean's Queen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud Genoa's prouder rival! 'Tis to sap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The throne of such a City, these lost men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have risked and forfeited their worthless lives—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So let them die the death.<br /></span> +<p class="sdir"><i>The Chief of the Ten</i>, <span class="smcap">Benintende</span>.<a id="FNanchor_fa"></a><a href="#Footnote_fa" class="fnanchor">[fa]</a><a id="FNanchor_449"></a><a href="#Footnote_449" class="fnanchor">[449]</a></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. There now rests, after such conviction of<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their manifold and manifest offences,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_432">[432]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But to pronounce on these obdurate men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sentence of the Law:—a grievous task<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To those who hear, and those who speak. Alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That it should fall to me! and that my days<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of office should be stigmatised through all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The years of coming time, as bearing record<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To this most foul and complicated treason<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against a just and free state, known to all<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The earth as being the Christian bulwark 'gainst<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Saracen and the schismatic Greek,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The savage Hun, and not less barbarous Frank;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A City which has opened India's wealth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To Europe; the last Roman refuge from<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'erwhelming Attila; the Ocean's Queen;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Proud Genoa's prouder rival! 'Tis to sap<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The throne of such a City, these lost men<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have risked and forfeited their worthless lives—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So let them die the death.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>We are prepared;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your racks have done that for us. Let us die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>We are prepared;<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your racks have done that for us. Let us die.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. If ye have that to say which would obtain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Abatement of your punishment, the Giunta<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will hear you; if you have aught to confess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now is your time,—perhaps it may avail ye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. If ye have that to say which would obtain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Abatement of your punishment, the Giunta<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will hear you; if you have aught to confess,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now is your time,—perhaps it may avail ye.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. We stand to hear, and not to speak.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. We stand to hear, and not to speak.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Your crimes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are fully proved by your accomplices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all which Circumstance can add to aid them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet we would hear from your own lips complete<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avowal of your treason: on the verge<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that dread gulf which none repass, the truth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone can profit you on earth or Heaven—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, then, what was your motive?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>Your crimes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are fully proved by your accomplices,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all which Circumstance can add to aid them;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet we would hear from your own lips complete<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Avowal of your treason: on the verge<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of that dread gulf which none repass, the truth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alone can profit you on earth or Heaven—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Say, then, what was your motive?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Justice!<a name="FNanchor_fb" id="FNanchor_fb"></a><a href="#Footnote_fb" class="fnanchor">[fb]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[433]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>What<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your object?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Justice!<a id="FNanchor_fb"></a><a href="#Footnote_fb" class="fnanchor">[fb]</a><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_433">[433]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s34"> </span>What<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your object?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Freedom!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Freedom!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>You are brief, sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. So my life grows: I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was bred a soldier, not a senator.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>You are brief, sir.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. So my life grows: I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was bred a soldier, not a senator.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Perhaps you think by this blunt brevity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To brave your judges to postpone the sentence?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Perhaps you think by this blunt brevity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To brave your judges to postpone the sentence?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Do you be brief as I am, and believe me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall prefer that mercy to your pardon.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Do you be brief as I am, and believe me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I shall prefer that mercy to your pardon.<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Is this your sole reply to the Tribunal?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Is this your sole reply to the Tribunal?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Go, ask your racks what they have wrung from us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or place us there again; we have still some blood left,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some slight sense of pain in these wrenched limbs:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this ye dare not do; for if we die there—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you have left us little life to spend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon your engines, gorged with pangs already—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye lose the public spectacle, with which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You would appal your slaves to further slavery!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Groans are not words, nor agony assent,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor affirmation Truth, if Nature's sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should overcome the soul into a lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a short respite—must we bear or die?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Say, who were your accomplices?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Go, ask your racks what they have wrung from us,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or place us there again; we have still some blood left,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And some slight sense of pain in these wrenched limbs:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this ye dare not do; for if we die there—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you have left us little life to spend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon your engines, gorged with pangs already—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye lose the public spectacle, with which<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You would appal your slaves to further slavery!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Groans are not words, nor agony assent,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor affirmation Truth, if Nature's sense<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Should overcome the soul into a lie,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For a short respite—must we bear or die?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Say, who were your accomplices?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>The Senate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. What do you mean?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Ask of the suffering people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom your patrician crimes have driven to crime.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You know the Doge?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>I served with him at Zara<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the field, when <i>you</i> were pleading here your way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To present office; we exposed our lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While you but hazarded the lives of others,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alike by accusation or defence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for the rest, all Venice knows her Doge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through his great actions, and the Senate's insults.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You have held conference with him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>I am weary—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even wearier of your questions than your tortures:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray you pass to judgment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[434]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>It is coming.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you, too, Philip Calendaro, what<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have you to say why you should not be doomed?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I never was a man of many words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now have few left worth the utterance.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. A further application of yon engine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May change your tone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Most true, it <i>will</i> do so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A former application did so; but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will not change my words, or, if it did—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. What then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Will my avowal on yon rack<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand good in law?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>The Senate.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. What do you mean?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Ask of the suffering people,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whom your patrician crimes have driven to crime.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You know the Doge?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>I served with him at Zara<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the field, when <i>you</i> were pleading here your way<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To present office; we exposed our lives,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While you but hazarded the lives of others,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alike by accusation or defence;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for the rest, all Venice knows her Doge,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through his great actions, and the Senate's insults.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You have held conference with him?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>I am weary—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even wearier of your questions than your tortures:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I pray you pass to judgment.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_434">[434]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>It is coming.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you, too, Philip Calendaro, what<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have you to say why you should not be doomed?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I never was a man of many words,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And now have few left worth the utterance.<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. A further application of yon engine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May change your tone.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Most true, it <i>will</i> do so;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A former application did so; but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It will not change my words, or, if it did—<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. What then?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Will my avowal on yon rack<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stand good in law?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Assuredly.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Assuredly.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Whoe'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The culprit be whom I accuse of treason?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Whoe'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The culprit be whom I accuse of treason?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Without doubt, he will be brought up to trial.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Without doubt, he will be brought up to trial.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. And on this testimony would he perish?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. And on this testimony would he perish?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. So your confession be detailed and full,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He will stand here in peril of his life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. So your confession be detailed and full,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He will stand here in peril of his life.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Then look well to thy proud self, President!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For by the Eternity which yawns before me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I swear that <i>thou</i>, and only thou, shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The traitor I denounce upon that rack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I be stretched there for the second time.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Then look well to thy proud self, President!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For by the Eternity which yawns before me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I swear that <i>thou</i>, and only thou, shall be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The traitor I denounce upon that rack,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I be stretched there for the second time.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>One of the Giunta</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord President,'twere best proceed to judgment;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no more to be drawn from these men.<a name="FNanchor_fc" id="FNanchor_fc"></a><a href="#Footnote_fc" class="fnanchor">[fc]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>One of the Giunta</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lord President,'twere best proceed to judgment;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There is no more to be drawn from these men.<a id="FNanchor_fc"></a><a href="#Footnote_fc" class="fnanchor">[fc]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Unhappy men! prepare for instant death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nature of your crime—our law—and peril<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The State now stands in, leave not an hour's respite.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guards! lead them forth, and upon the balcony<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the red columns, where, on festal Thursday,<a name="FNanchor_450" id="FNanchor_450"></a><a href="#Footnote_450" class="fnanchor">[450]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Doge stands to behold the chase of bulls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let them be justified: and leave exposed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their wavering relics, in the place of judgment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the full view of the assembled people!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[435]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Heaven have mercy on their souls!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Unhappy men! prepare for instant death.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The nature of your crime—our law—and peril<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The State now stands in, leave not an hour's respite.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guards! lead them forth, and upon the balcony<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the red columns, where, on festal Thursday,<a id="FNanchor_450"></a><a href="#Footnote_450" class="fnanchor">[450]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Doge stands to behold the chase of bulls,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let them be justified: and leave exposed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their wavering relics, in the place of judgment,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the full view of the assembled people!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_435">[435]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Heaven have mercy on their souls!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The Giunta</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Amen!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Giunta</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Amen!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Signors, farewell! we shall not all again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meet in one place.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Signors, farewell! we shall not all again<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Meet in one place.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>And lest they should essay<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stir up the distracted multitude—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guards! let their mouths be gagged<a name="FNanchor_451" id="FNanchor_451"></a><a href="#Footnote_451" class="fnanchor">[451]</a> even in the act<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of execution. Lead them hence!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>And lest they should essay<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To stir up the distracted multitude—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guards! let their mouths be gagged<a id="FNanchor_451"></a><a href="#Footnote_451" class="fnanchor">[451]</a> even in the act<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of execution. Lead them hence!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>What! must we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not even say farewell to some fond friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor leave a last word with our confessor?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>What! must we<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not even say farewell to some fond friend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor leave a last word with our confessor?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. A priest is waiting in the antechamber;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, for your friends, such interviews would be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painful to them, and useless all to you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. A priest is waiting in the antechamber;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But, for your friends, such interviews would be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Painful to them, and useless all to you.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I knew that we were gagged in life; at least<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All those who had not heart to risk their lives<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon their open thoughts; but still I deemed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in the last few moments, the same idle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom of speech accorded to the dying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would not now be denied to us; but since——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. I knew that we were gagged in life; at least<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All those who had not heart to risk their lives<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon their open thoughts; but still I deemed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That in the last few moments, the same idle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Freedom of speech accorded to the dying,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would not now be denied to us; but since——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Even let them have their way, brave Calendaro!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What matter a few syllables? let's die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the slightest show of favour from them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So shall our blood more readily arise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Heaven against them, and more testify<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To their atrocities, than could a volume<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoken or written of our dying words!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They tremble at our voices—nay, they dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our very silence—let them live in fear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave them unto their thoughts, and let us now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Address our own above!—Lead on; we are ready.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Israel, hadst thou but hearkened unto me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It had not now been thus; and yon pale villain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The coward Bertram, would——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. Even let them have their way, brave Calendaro!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What matter a few syllables? let's die<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without the slightest show of favour from them;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So shall our blood more readily arise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To Heaven against them, and more testify<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To their atrocities, than could a volume<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spoken or written of our dying words!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They tremble at our voices—nay, they dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our very silence—let them live in fear!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Leave them unto their thoughts, and let us now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Address our own above!—Lead on; we are ready.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. Israel, hadst thou but hearkened unto me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It had not now been thus; and yon pale villain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The coward Bertram, would——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Peace, Calendaro!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What brooks it now to ponder upon this?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Peace, Calendaro!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What brooks it now to ponder upon this?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bert</i>. Alas! I fain you died in peace with me:<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did not seek this task; 'twas forced upon me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, you forgive me, though I never can<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[436]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Retrieve my own forgiveness—frown not thus!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I die and pardon thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bert</i>. Alas! I fain you died in peace with me:<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I did not seek this task; 'twas forced upon me:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Say, you forgive me, though I never can<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_436">[436]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Retrieve my own forgiveness—frown not thus!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I. Ber</i>. I die and pardon thee!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. (<i>spitting at him</i>).<a name="FNanchor_452" id="FNanchor_452"></a><a href="#Footnote_452" class="fnanchor">[452]</a><span class="s8"> </span>I die and scorn thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cal</i>. (<i>spitting at him</i>).<a id="FNanchor_452"></a><a href="#Footnote_452" class="fnanchor">[452]</a><span class="s8"> </span>I die and scorn thee!<br ></span> <span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Israel Bertuccio</span> -<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Philip Calendaro</span>, <i>Guards, etc</i>.</span><br /></span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Philip Calendaro</span>, <i>Guards, etc</i>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Now that these criminals have been disposed of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis time that we proceed to pass our sentence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the greatest traitor upon record<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In any annals, the Doge Faliero!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The proofs and process are complete; the time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crime require a quick procedure: shall<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He now be called in to receive the award?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Now that these criminals have been disposed of,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time that we proceed to pass our sentence<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the greatest traitor upon record<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In any annals, the Doge Faliero!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The proofs and process are complete; the time<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And crime require a quick procedure: shall<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He now be called in to receive the award?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The Giunta</i>. Aye, aye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The Giunta</i>. Aye, aye.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Avogadori, order that the Doge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be brought before the Council.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Avogadori, order that the Doge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be brought before the Council.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>One of the Giunta</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>And the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When shall they be brought up?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>One of the Giunta</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>And the rest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When shall they be brought up?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>When all the Chiefs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been disposed of. Some have fled to Chiozza;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there are thousands in pursuit of them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such precaution ta'en on terra firma,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well as in the islands, that we hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None will escape to utter in strange lands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His libellous tale of treasons 'gainst the Senate.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[437]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>When all the Chiefs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have been disposed of. Some have fled to Chiozza;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But there are thousands in pursuit of them,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And such precaution ta'en on terra firma,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As well as in the islands, that we hope<br ></span> +<span class="i0">None will escape to utter in strange lands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His libellous tale of treasons 'gainst the Senate.<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_437">[437]</a></span></div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>as Prisoner, with Guards, etc., etc.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Doge—for such still you are, and by the law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must be considered, till the hour shall come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you must doff the Ducal Bonnet from<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That head, which could not wear a crown more noble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than Empires can confer, in quiet honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it must plot to overthrow your peers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who made you what you are, and quench in blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A City's glory—we have laid already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before you in your chamber at full length,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Avogadori, all the proofs<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which have appeared against you; and more ample<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er reared their sanguinary shadows to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confront a traitor. What have you to say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your defence?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>What shall I say to ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since my defence must be your condemnation?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are at once offenders and accusers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Judges and Executioners!—Proceed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon your power.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Your chief accomplices<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Having confessed, there is no hope for you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And who be they?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>In number many; but<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first now stands before you in the court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bertram of Bergamo,—would you question him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>looking at him contemptuously</i>).<span class="s12"> </span>No.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. And two others, Israel Bertuccio,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Philip Calendaro, have admitted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fellowship in treason with the Doge!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And where are they?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Gone to their place, and now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Answering to Heaven for what they did on earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Ah! the plebeian Brutus, is he gone?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the quick Cassius of the arsenal?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How did they meet their doom?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Think of your own:<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is approaching. You decline to plead, then?<a name="FNanchor_fd" id="FNanchor_fd"></a><a href="#Footnote_fd" class="fnanchor">[fd]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I cannot plead to my inferiors, nor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[438]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can recognise your legal power to try me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Show me the law!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>On great emergencies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The law must be remodelled or amended:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our fathers had not fixed the punishment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such a crime, as on the old Roman tables<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sentence against parricide was left<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In pure forgetfulness; they could not render<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That penal, which had neither name nor thought<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their great bosoms; who would have foreseen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Nature could be filed to such a crime<a name="FNanchor_453" id="FNanchor_453"></a><a href="#Footnote_453" class="fnanchor">[453]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As sons 'gainst sires, and princes 'gainst their realms?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your sin hath made us make a law which will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Become a precedent 'gainst such haught traitors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As would with treason mount to tyranny;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not even contented with a sceptre, till<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They can convert it to a two-edged sword!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was not the place of Doge sufficient for ye?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What's nobler than the signory<a name="FNanchor_454" id="FNanchor_454"></a><a href="#Footnote_454" class="fnanchor">[454]</a> of Venice?<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The signory of Venice! You betrayed me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>You—you</i>, who sit there, traitors as ye are!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my equality with you in birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my superiority in action,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You drew me from my honourable toils<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In distant lands—on flood, in field, in cities—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>You</i> singled me out like a victim to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand crowned, but bound and helpless, at the altar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where you alone could minister. I knew not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought not, wished not, dreamed not the election,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which reached me first at Rome, and I obeyed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But found on my arrival, that, besides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The jealous vigilance which always led you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To mock and mar your Sovereign's best intents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You had, even in the interregnum<a name="FNanchor_455" id="FNanchor_455"></a><a href="#Footnote_455" class="fnanchor">[455]</a> of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[439]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My journey to the capital, curtailed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mutilated the few privileges<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet left the Duke: all this I bore, and would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have borne, until my very hearth was stained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the pollution of your ribaldry,<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he, the ribald, whom I see amongst you—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit judge in such tribunal!——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. (<i>interrupting him</i>).<span class="s8"> </span>Michel Steno<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is here in virtue of his office, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One of the Forty; "the Ten" having craved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Giunta of patricians from the Senate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To aid our judgment in a trial arduous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And novel as the present: he was set<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Free from the penalty pronounced upon him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because the Doge, who should protect the law,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeking to abrogate all law, can claim<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No punishment of others by the statutes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he himself denies and violates!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. <i>His</i> <span class="smcap">punishment</span>! I rather see him <i>there</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he now sits, to glut him with my death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than in the mockery of castigation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which your foul, outward, juggling show of justice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decreed as sentence! Base as was his crime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas purity compared with your protection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. And can it be, that the great Doge of Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With three parts of a century of years<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And honours on his head, could thus allow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His fury, like an angry boy's, to master<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Feeling, Wisdom, Faith and Fear, on such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A provocation as a young man's petulance?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. A spark creates the flame—'tis the last drop<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes the cup run o'er, and mine was full<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already: you oppressed the Prince and people;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would have freed both, and have failed in both:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The price of such success would have been glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vengeance, and victory, and such a name<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As would have made Venetian history<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rival to that of Greece and Syracuse<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[440]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they were freed, and flourished ages after,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mine to Gelon and to Thrasybulus:<a name="FNanchor_456" id="FNanchor_456"></a><a href="#Footnote_456" class="fnanchor">[456]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Failing, I know the penalty of failure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is present infamy and death—the future<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will judge, when Venice is no more, or free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till then, the truth is in abeyance. Pause not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would have shown no mercy, and I seek none;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life was staked upon a mighty hazard,<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And being lost, take what I would have taken!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would have stood alone amidst your tombs:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now you may flock round mine, and trample on it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you have done upon my heart while living.<a name="FNanchor_457" id="FNanchor_457"></a><a href="#Footnote_457" class="fnanchor">[457]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You do confess then, and admit the justice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our Tribunal?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>I confess to have failed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fortune is female: from my youth her favours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her former smiles again at this late hour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You do not then in aught arraign our equity?<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Noble Venetians! stir me not with questions.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am resigned to the worst; but in me still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have something of the blood of brighter days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And am not over-patient. Pray you, spare me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Further interrogation, which boots nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except to turn a trial to debate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall but answer that which will offend you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And please your enemies—a host already;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis true, these sullen walls should yield no echo:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But walls have ears—nay, more, they have tongues; and if<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were no other way for Truth to o'erleap them,<a name="FNanchor_fe" id="FNanchor_fe"></a><a href="#Footnote_fe" class="fnanchor">[fe]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You who condemn me, you who fear and slay me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet could not bear in silence to your graves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What you would hear from me of Good or Evil;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The secret were too mighty for your souls:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[441]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then let it sleep in mine, unless you court<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A danger which would double that you escape.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such my defence would be, had I full scope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make it famous; for true <i>words</i> are <i>things</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dying men's are things which long outlive,<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oftentimes avenge them; bury mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ye would fain survive me: take this counsel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though too oft ye make me live in wrath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me die calmly; you may grant me this;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I deny nothing—defend nothing—nothing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask of you, but silence for myself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sentence from the Court!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>This full admission<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spares us the harsh necessity of ordering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The torture to elicit the whole truth.<a name="FNanchor_ff" id="FNanchor_ff"></a><a href="#Footnote_ff" class="fnanchor">[ff]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The torture! you have put me there already,<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daily since I was Doge; but if you will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Add the corporeal rack, you may: these limbs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will yield with age to crushing iron; but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's that within my heart shall strain your engines.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Doge—for such still you are, and by the law<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must be considered, till the hour shall come<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When you must doff the Ducal Bonnet from<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That head, which could not wear a crown more noble<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than Empires can confer, in quiet honour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But it must plot to overthrow your peers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who made you what you are, and quench in blood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A City's glory—we have laid already<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Before you in your chamber at full length,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the Avogadori, all the proofs<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which have appeared against you; and more ample<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er reared their sanguinary shadows to<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Confront a traitor. What have you to say<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In your defence?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>What shall I say to ye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since my defence must be your condemnation?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You are at once offenders and accusers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Judges and Executioners!—Proceed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon your power.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Your chief accomplices<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Having confessed, there is no hope for you.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And who be they?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>In number many; but<span class="linenum">170</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The first now stands before you in the court,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bertram of Bergamo,—would you question him?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>looking at him contemptuously</i>).<span class="s12"> </span>No.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. And two others, Israel Bertuccio,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Philip Calendaro, have admitted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their fellowship in treason with the Doge!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. And where are they?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Gone to their place, and now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Answering to Heaven for what they did on earth.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Ah! the plebeian Brutus, is he gone?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the quick Cassius of the arsenal?—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How did they meet their doom?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Think of your own:<span class="linenum">180</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">It is approaching. You decline to plead, then?<a id="FNanchor_fd"></a><a href="#Footnote_fd" class="fnanchor">[fd]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I cannot plead to my inferiors, nor<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_438">[438]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can recognise your legal power to try me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Show me the law!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>On great emergencies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The law must be remodelled or amended:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our fathers had not fixed the punishment<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of such a crime, as on the old Roman tables<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sentence against parricide was left<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In pure forgetfulness; they could not render<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That penal, which had neither name nor thought<span class="linenum">190</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In their great bosoms; who would have foreseen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That Nature could be filed to such a crime<a id="FNanchor_453"></a><a href="#Footnote_453" class="fnanchor">[453]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As sons 'gainst sires, and princes 'gainst their realms?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your sin hath made us make a law which will<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Become a precedent 'gainst such haught traitors,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As would with treason mount to tyranny;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not even contented with a sceptre, till<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They can convert it to a two-edged sword!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was not the place of Doge sufficient for ye?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What's nobler than the signory<a id="FNanchor_454"></a><a href="#Footnote_454" class="fnanchor">[454]</a> of Venice?<span class="linenum">200</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The signory of Venice! You betrayed me—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>You—you</i>, who sit there, traitors as ye are!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From my equality with you in birth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And my superiority in action,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You drew me from my honourable toils<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In distant lands—on flood, in field, in cities—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>You</i> singled me out like a victim to<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stand crowned, but bound and helpless, at the altar<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where you alone could minister. I knew not,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sought not, wished not, dreamed not the election,<span class="linenum">210</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which reached me first at Rome, and I obeyed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But found on my arrival, that, besides<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The jealous vigilance which always led you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To mock and mar your Sovereign's best intents,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You had, even in the interregnum<a id="FNanchor_455"></a><a href="#Footnote_455" class="fnanchor">[455]</a> of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_439">[439]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My journey to the capital, curtailed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mutilated the few privileges<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet left the Duke: all this I bore, and would<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have borne, until my very hearth was stained<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the pollution of your ribaldry,<span class="linenum">220</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he, the ribald, whom I see amongst you—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fit judge in such tribunal!——<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. (<i>interrupting him</i>).<span class="s8"> </span>Michel Steno<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is here in virtue of his office, as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One of the Forty; "the Ten" having craved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Giunta of patricians from the Senate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To aid our judgment in a trial arduous<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And novel as the present: he was set<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Free from the penalty pronounced upon him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because the Doge, who should protect the law,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking to abrogate all law, can claim<span class="linenum">230</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No punishment of others by the statutes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which he himself denies and violates!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. <i>His</i> <span class="smcap">punishment</span>! I rather see him <i>there</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where he now sits, to glut him with my death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than in the mockery of castigation,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which your foul, outward, juggling show of justice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Decreed as sentence! Base as was his crime,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas purity compared with your protection.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. And can it be, that the great Doge of Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With three parts of a century of years<span class="linenum">240</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And honours on his head, could thus allow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His fury, like an angry boy's, to master<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All Feeling, Wisdom, Faith and Fear, on such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A provocation as a young man's petulance?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. A spark creates the flame—'tis the last drop<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes the cup run o'er, and mine was full<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Already: you oppressed the Prince and people;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would have freed both, and have failed in both:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The price of such success would have been glory,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vengeance, and victory, and such a name<span class="linenum">250</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As would have made Venetian history<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rival to that of Greece and Syracuse<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_440">[440]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When they were freed, and flourished ages after,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mine to Gelon and to Thrasybulus:<a id="FNanchor_456"></a><a href="#Footnote_456" class="fnanchor">[456]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Failing, I know the penalty of failure<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is present infamy and death—the future<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will judge, when Venice is no more, or free;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till then, the truth is in abeyance. Pause not;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would have shown no mercy, and I seek none;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My life was staked upon a mighty hazard,<span class="linenum">260</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And being lost, take what I would have taken!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would have stood alone amidst your tombs:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now you may flock round mine, and trample on it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As you have done upon my heart while living.<a id="FNanchor_457"></a><a href="#Footnote_457" class="fnanchor">[457]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You do confess then, and admit the justice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of our Tribunal?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>I confess to have failed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fortune is female: from my youth her favours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her former smiles again at this late hour.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You do not then in aught arraign our equity?<span class="linenum">270</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Noble Venetians! stir me not with questions.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am resigned to the worst; but in me still<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have something of the blood of brighter days,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And am not over-patient. Pray you, spare me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Further interrogation, which boots nothing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except to turn a trial to debate.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I shall but answer that which will offend you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And please your enemies—a host already;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis true, these sullen walls should yield no echo:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But walls have ears—nay, more, they have tongues; and if<span class="linenum">280</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">There were no other way for Truth to o'erleap them,<a id="FNanchor_fe"></a><a href="#Footnote_fe" class="fnanchor">[fe]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">You who condemn me, you who fear and slay me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet could not bear in silence to your graves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What you would hear from me of Good or Evil;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The secret were too mighty for your souls:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_441">[441]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then let it sleep in mine, unless you court<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A danger which would double that you escape.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such my defence would be, had I full scope<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make it famous; for true <i>words</i> are <i>things</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And dying men's are things which long outlive,<span class="linenum">290</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And oftentimes avenge them; bury mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If ye would fain survive me: take this counsel,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And though too oft ye make me live in wrath,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let me die calmly; you may grant me this;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I deny nothing—defend nothing—nothing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I ask of you, but silence for myself,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sentence from the Court!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>This full admission<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spares us the harsh necessity of ordering<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The torture to elicit the whole truth.<a id="FNanchor_ff"></a><a href="#Footnote_ff" class="fnanchor">[ff]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The torture! you have put me there already,<span class="linenum">300</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Daily since I was Doge; but if you will<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Add the corporeal rack, you may: these limbs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will yield with age to crushing iron; but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There's that within my heart shall strain your engines.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter an</i> <span class="smcap">Officer</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Officer</i>. Noble Venetians! Duchess Faliero<a name="FNanchor_fg" id="FNanchor_fg"></a><a href="#Footnote_fg" class="fnanchor">[fg]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Requests admission to the Giunta's presence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Officer</i>. Noble Venetians! Duchess Faliero<a id="FNanchor_fg"></a><a href="#Footnote_fg" class="fnanchor">[fg]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Requests admission to the Giunta's presence.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Say, Conscript Fathers,<a name="FNanchor_458" id="FNanchor_458"></a><a href="#Footnote_458" class="fnanchor">[458]</a> shall she be admitted?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Say, Conscript Fathers,<a id="FNanchor_458"></a><a href="#Footnote_458" class="fnanchor">[458]</a> shall she be admitted?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>One of the Giunta</i>.<span class="s2"> </span>She may have revelations of importance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto the state, to justify compliance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her request.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>One of the Giunta</i>.<span class="s2"> </span>She may have revelations of importance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the state, to justify compliance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With her request.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Is this the general will?<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Is this the general will?<span class="linenum">310</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>All</i>. It is.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>All</i>. It is.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>Oh, admirable laws of Venice!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which would admit the wife, in the full hope<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_442" id="Page_442">[442]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she might testify against the husband.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What glory to the chaste Venetian dames!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But such blasphemers 'gainst all Honour, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sit here, do well to act in their vocation.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, villain Steno! if this woman fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll pardon thee thy lie, and thy escape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my own violent death, and thy vile life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s5"> </span>Oh, admirable laws of Venice!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which would admit the wife, in the full hope<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_442">[442]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That she might testify against the husband.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What glory to the chaste Venetian dames!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But such blasphemers 'gainst all Honour, as<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sit here, do well to act in their vocation.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now, villain Steno! if this woman fail,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll pardon thee thy lie, and thy escape,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And my own violent death, and thy vile life.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Duchess</span> <i>enters</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Lady! this just Tribunal has resolved,<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though the request be strange, to grant it, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever be its purport, to accord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A patient hearing with the due respect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which fits your ancestry, your rank, and virtues:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you turn pale—ho! there, look to the Lady!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Place a chair instantly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>A moment's faintness—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis past; I pray you pardon me,—I sit not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In presence of my Prince and of my husband,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While he is on his feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Your pleasure, Lady?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Strange rumours, but most true, if all I hear<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see be sooth, have reached me, and I come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To know the worst, even at the worst; forgive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The abruptness of my entrance and my bearing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it—I cannot speak—I cannot shape<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The question—but you answer it ere spoken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With eyes averted, and with gloomy brows—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh God! this is the silence of the grave!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. (<i>after a pause</i>). Spare us, and spare thyself the repetition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our most awful, but inexorable<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Duty to Heaven and man!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Yet speak; I cannot—<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot—no—even now believe these things.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is <i>he</i> condemned?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Alas!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>And was he guilty?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Lady! the natural distraction of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy thoughts at such a moment makes the question<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443">[443]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merit forgiveness; else a doubt like this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against a just and paramount tribunal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were deep offence. But question even the Doge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if he can deny the proofs, believe him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guiltless as thy own bosom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Is it so?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord, my Sovereign, my poor father's friend,<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mighty in the field, the sage in Council,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unsay the words of this man!—thou art silent!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. He hath already owned to his own guilt,<a name="FNanchor_fh" id="FNanchor_fh"></a><a href="#Footnote_fh" class="fnanchor">[fh]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor, as thou see'st, doth he deny it now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Aye, but he must not die! Spare his few years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Grief and Shame will soon cut down to days!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One day of baffled crime must not efface<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near sixteen lustres crowned with brave acts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. His doom must be fulfilled without remission<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of time or penalty—'tis a decree.<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. He hath been guilty, but there may be mercy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Not in this case with justice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Alas! Signor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who is only just is cruel; who<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. His punishment is safety to the State.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. He was a subject, and hath served the State;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was your General, and hath saved the State;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is your Sovereign, and hath ruled the State.<a name="FNanchor_fi" id="FNanchor_fi"></a><a href="#Footnote_fi" class="fnanchor">[fi]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>One of the Council</i>. He is a traitor, and betrayed the State.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And, but for him, there now had been no State<span class="linenum">370</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To save or to destroy; and you, who sit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There to pronounce the death of your deliverer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had now been groaning at a Moslem oar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or digging in the Hunnish mines in fetters!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>One of the Council</i>. No, Lady, there are others who would die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rather than breathe in slavery!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>If there are so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_444" id="Page_444">[444]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within <i>these</i> walls, <i>thou</i> art not of the number:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The truly brave are generous to the fallen!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is there no hope?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Lady, it cannot be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. (<i>turning to the Doge</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then die, Faliero! since it must be so;<span class="linenum">380</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with the spirit of my father's friend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast been guilty of a great offence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half cancelled by the harshness of these men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would have sued to them, have prayed to them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have begged as famished mendicants for bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have wept as they will cry unto their God<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For mercy, and be answered as they answer,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had it been fitting for thy name or mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if the cruelty in their cold eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had not announced the heartless wrath within.<span class="linenum">390</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, as a Prince, address thee to thy doom!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I have lived too long not to know how to die!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy suing to these men were but the bleating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the lamb to the butcher, or the cry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of seamen to the surge: I would not take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A life eternal, granted at the hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of wretches, from whose monstrous villanies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought to free the groaning nations!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Michel Steno</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Doge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A word with thee, and with this noble lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom I have grievously offended. Would<span class="linenum">400</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrow, or shame, or penance on my part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could cancel the inexorable past!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But since that cannot be, as Christians let us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say farewell, and in peace: with full contrition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I crave, not pardon, but compassion from you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give, however weak, my prayers for both.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Sage Benintende, now chief Judge of Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I speak to thee in answer to yon Signor.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inform the ribald Steno, that his words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er weighed in mind with Loredano's daughter,<span class="linenum">410</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Further than to create a moment's pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such as he is: would that others had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despised him as I pity! I prefer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My honour to a thousand lives, could such<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_445" id="Page_445">[445]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be multiplied in mine, but would not have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A single life of others lost for that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which nothing human can impugn—the sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Virtue, looking not to what is called<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A good name for reward, but to itself.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me the scorner's words were as the wind<span class="linenum">420</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto the rock: but as there are—alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spirits more sensitive, on which such things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light as the Whirlwind on the waters; souls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom Dishonour's shadow is a substance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More terrible than Death, here and hereafter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men whose vice is to start at Vice's scoffing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who, though proof against all blandishments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of pleasure, and all pangs of Pain, are feeble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the proud name on which they pinnacled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their hopes is breathed on, jealous as the eagle<span class="linenum">430</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her high aiery;<a name="FNanchor_459" id="FNanchor_459"></a><a href="#Footnote_459" class="fnanchor">[459]</a> let what we now<a name="FNanchor_fj" id="FNanchor_fj"></a><a href="#Footnote_fj" class="fnanchor">[fj]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold, and feel, and suffer, be a lesson<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wretches how they tamper in their spleen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With beings of a higher order. Insects<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made the lion mad ere now; a shaft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I' the heel o'erthrew the bravest of the brave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wife's Dishonour was the bane of Troy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wife's Dishonour unkinged Rome for ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An injured husband brought the Gauls to Clusium,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thence to Rome, which perished for a time;<span class="linenum">440</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">An obscene gesture cost Caligula<a name="FNanchor_460" id="FNanchor_460"></a><a href="#Footnote_460" class="fnanchor">[460]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His life, while Earth yet bore his cruelties;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A virgin's wrong made Spain a Moorish province;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Steno's lie, couched in two worthless lines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath decimated Venice, put in peril<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Senate which hath stood eight hundred years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discrowned a Prince, cut off his crownless head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And forged new fetters for a groaning people!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_446" id="Page_446">[446]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the poor wretch, like to the courtesan<a name="FNanchor_461" id="FNanchor_461"></a><a href="#Footnote_461" class="fnanchor">[461]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who fired Persepolis, be proud of this,<span class="linenum">450</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it so please him—'twere a pride fit for him!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let him not insult the last hours of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him, who, whate'er he now is, <i>was</i> a Hero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the intrusion of his very prayers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing of good can come from such a source,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor would we aught with him, nor now, nor ever:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We leave him to himself, that lowest depth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of human baseness. Pardon is for men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not for reptiles—we have none for Steno,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no resentment: things like him must sting,<span class="linenum">460</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And higher beings suffer; 'tis the charter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Life. The man who dies by the adder's fang<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May have the crawler crushed, but feels no anger:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas the worm's nature; and some men are worms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In soul, more than the living things of tombs.<a name="FNanchor_462" id="FNanchor_462"></a><a href="#Footnote_462" class="fnanchor">[462]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>to Ben.</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Signor! complete that which you deem your duty.<a name="FNanchor_fk" id="FNanchor_fk"></a><a href="#Footnote_fk" class="fnanchor">[fk]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Before we can proceed upon that duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We would request the Princess to withdraw;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill move her too much to be witness to it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I know it will, and yet I must endure it,<span class="linenum">470</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For 'tis a part of mine—I will not quit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except by force, my husband's side—Proceed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, fear not either shriek, or sigh, or tear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though my heart burst, it shall be silent.—Speak!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have that within which shall o'ermaster all.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_447" id="Page_447">[447]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Marino Faliero, Doge of Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count of Val di Marino, Senator,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some time General of the Fleet and Army,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noble Venetian, many times and oft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intrusted by the state with high employments,<span class="linenum">480</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even to the highest, listen to the sentence.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Convict by many witnesses and proofs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by thine own confession, of the guilt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Treachery and Treason, yet unheard of<a name="FNanchor_fl" id="FNanchor_fl"></a><a href="#Footnote_fl" class="fnanchor">[fl]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until this trial—the decree is Death—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy goods are confiscate unto the State,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy name is razed from out her records, save<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a public day of thanksgiving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this our most miraculous deliverance,<a name="FNanchor_fm" id="FNanchor_fm"></a><a href="#Footnote_fm" class="fnanchor">[fm]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thou art noted in our calendars<span class="linenum">490</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With earthquakes, pestilence, and foreign foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the great Enemy of man, as subject<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of grateful masses for Heaven's grace in snatching<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our lives and country from thy wickedness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The place wherein as Doge thou shouldst be painted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thine illustrious predecessors, is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be left vacant, with a death-black veil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flung over these dim words engraved beneath,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"This place is of Marino Faliero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decapitated for his crimes."<a name="FNanchor_463" id="FNanchor_463"></a><a href="#Footnote_463" class="fnanchor">[463]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>"His <i>crimes</i>!"<a name="FNanchor_464" id="FNanchor_464"></a><a href="#Footnote_464" class="fnanchor">[464]</a><span class="linenum">500</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_448" id="Page_448">[448]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let it be so:—it will be in vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The veil which blackens o'er this blighted name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hides, or seems to hide, these lineaments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall draw more gazers than the thousand portraits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which glitter round it in their pictured trappings—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Your</i> delegated slaves—the people's tyrants!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Decapitated for his crimes!"—<i>What</i> crimes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were it not better to record the facts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that the contemplator might approve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or at the least learn <i>whence</i> the crimes arose?<span class="linenum">510</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the beholder knows a Doge conspired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him be told the cause—it is your history.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Time must reply to that; our sons will judge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fathers' judgment, which I now pronounce.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Doge, clad in the ducal robes and Cap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shalt be led hence to the Giants' Staircase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where thou and all our Princes are invested;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there, the Ducal Crown being first resumed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the spot where it was first assumed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy head shall be struck off; and Heaven have mercy<span class="linenum">520</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon thy soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Is this the Giunta's sentence?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. It is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>I can endure it.—And the time?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Must be immediate.—Make thy peace with God:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within an hour thou must be in His presence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I am <i>already</i>; and my blood will rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Heaven before the souls of those who shed it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are all my lands confiscated?<a name="FNanchor_465" id="FNanchor_465"></a><a href="#Footnote_465" class="fnanchor">[465]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>They are;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And goods, and jewels, and all kind of treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except two thousand ducats—these dispose of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. That's harsh.—I would have fain reserved the lands<span class="linenum">530</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near to Treviso, which I hold by investment<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_449" id="Page_449">[449]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Laurence the Count-bishop of Ceneda,<a name="FNanchor_fn" id="FNanchor_fn"></a><a href="#Footnote_fn" class="fnanchor">[fn]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fief perpetual to myself and heirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To portion them (leaving my city spoil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My palace and my treasures, to your forfeit)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between my consort and my kinsmen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>These<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie under the state's ban—their Chief, thy nephew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In peril of his own life; but the Council<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Postpones his trial for the present. If<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou will'st a state unto thy widowed Princess,<span class="linenum">540</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fear not, for we will do her justice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Signors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I share not in your spoil! From henceforth, know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am devoted unto God alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take my refuge in the cloister.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Come!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hour may be a hard one, but 'twill end.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I aught else to undergo save Death?<a name="FNanchor_fo" id="FNanchor_fo"></a><a href="#Footnote_fo" class="fnanchor">[fo]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You have nought to do, except confess and die.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The priest is robed, the scimitar is bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both await without.—But, above all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think not to speak unto the people; they<span class="linenum">550</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are now by thousands swarming at the gates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these are closed: the Ten, the Avogadori,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Giunta, and the chief men of the Forty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone will be beholders of thy doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they are ready to attend the Doge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The Doge!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>Yes, Doge, thou hast lived and thou shalt die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Sovereign; till the moment which precedes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The separation of that head and trunk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ducal crown and head shall be united.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast forgot thy dignity in deigning<span class="linenum">560</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To plot with petty traitors; not so we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who in the very punishment acknowledge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Prince. Thy vile accomplices have died<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_450" id="Page_450">[450]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dog's death, and the wolf's; but them shall fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As falls the lion by the hunters, girt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By those who feel a proud compassion for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mourn even the inevitable death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Provoked by thy wild wrath, and regal fierceness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now we remit thee to thy preparation:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it be brief, and we ourselves will be<span class="linenum">570</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy guides unto the place where first we were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">United to thee as thy subjects, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Senate; and must now be parted from thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As such for ever, on the self-same spot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guards! form the Doge's escort to his chamber.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Lady! this just Tribunal has resolved,<span class="linenum">320</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though the request be strange, to grant it, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whatever be its purport, to accord<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A patient hearing with the due respect<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which fits your ancestry, your rank, and virtues:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But you turn pale—ho! there, look to the Lady!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Place a chair instantly.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>A moment's faintness—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis past; I pray you pardon me,—I sit not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In presence of my Prince and of my husband,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While he is on his feet.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Your pleasure, Lady?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Strange rumours, but most true, if all I hear<span class="linenum">330</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And see be sooth, have reached me, and I come<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To know the worst, even at the worst; forgive<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The abruptness of my entrance and my bearing.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is it—I cannot speak—I cannot shape<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The question—but you answer it ere spoken,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With eyes averted, and with gloomy brows—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh God! this is the silence of the grave!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. (<i>after a pause</i>). Spare us, and spare thyself the repetition<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of our most awful, but inexorable<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Duty to Heaven and man!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>Yet speak; I cannot—<span class="linenum">340</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot—no—even now believe these things.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is <i>he</i> condemned?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Alas!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>And was he guilty?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Lady! the natural distraction of<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy thoughts at such a moment makes the question<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_443">[443]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Merit forgiveness; else a doubt like this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Against a just and paramount tribunal<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were deep offence. But question even the Doge,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if he can deny the proofs, believe him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guiltless as thy own bosom.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Is it so?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My Lord, my Sovereign, my poor father's friend,<span class="linenum">350</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The mighty in the field, the sage in Council,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unsay the words of this man!—thou art silent!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. He hath already owned to his own guilt,<a id="FNanchor_fh"></a><a href="#Footnote_fh" class="fnanchor">[fh]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor, as thou see'st, doth he deny it now.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Aye, but he must not die! Spare his few years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which Grief and Shame will soon cut down to days!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One day of baffled crime must not efface<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Near sixteen lustres crowned with brave acts.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. His doom must be fulfilled without remission<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of time or penalty—'tis a decree.<span class="linenum">360</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. He hath been guilty, but there may be mercy.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Not in this case with justice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Alas! Signor,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He who is only just is cruel; who<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. His punishment is safety to the State.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. He was a subject, and hath served the State;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was your General, and hath saved the State;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He is your Sovereign, and hath ruled the State.<a id="FNanchor_fi"></a><a href="#Footnote_fi" class="fnanchor">[fi]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>One of the Council</i>. He is a traitor, and betrayed the State.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And, but for him, there now had been no State<span class="linenum">370</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To save or to destroy; and you, who sit<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There to pronounce the death of your deliverer,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had now been groaning at a Moslem oar,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or digging in the Hunnish mines in fetters!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>One of the Council</i>. No, Lady, there are others who would die<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than breathe in slavery!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>If there are so<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_444">[444]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within <i>these</i> walls, <i>thou</i> art not of the number:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The truly brave are generous to the fallen!—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is there no hope?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Lady, it cannot be.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. (<i>turning to the Doge</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then die, Faliero! since it must be so;<span class="linenum">380</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But with the spirit of my father's friend.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast been guilty of a great offence,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Half cancelled by the harshness of these men.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would have sued to them, have prayed to them.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have begged as famished mendicants for bread,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have wept as they will cry unto their God<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For mercy, and be answered as they answer,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had it been fitting for thy name or mine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if the cruelty in their cold eyes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had not announced the heartless wrath within.<span class="linenum">390</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then, as a Prince, address thee to thy doom!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I have lived too long not to know how to die!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy suing to these men were but the bleating<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the lamb to the butcher, or the cry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of seamen to the surge: I would not take<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A life eternal, granted at the hands<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of wretches, from whose monstrous villanies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I sought to free the groaning nations!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Michel Steno</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Doge,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A word with thee, and with this noble lady,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whom I have grievously offended. Would<span class="linenum">400</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrow, or shame, or penance on my part,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Could cancel the inexorable past!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But since that cannot be, as Christians let us<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Say farewell, and in peace: with full contrition<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I crave, not pardon, but compassion from you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And give, however weak, my prayers for both.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Sage Benintende, now chief Judge of Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I speak to thee in answer to yon Signor.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inform the ribald Steno, that his words<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er weighed in mind with Loredano's daughter,<span class="linenum">410</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Further than to create a moment's pity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For such as he is: would that others had<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Despised him as I pity! I prefer<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My honour to a thousand lives, could such<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_445">[445]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be multiplied in mine, but would not have<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A single life of others lost for that<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which nothing human can impugn—the sense<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Virtue, looking not to what is called<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A good name for reward, but to itself.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To me the scorner's words were as the wind<span class="linenum">420</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the rock: but as there are—alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Spirits more sensitive, on which such things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Light as the Whirlwind on the waters; souls<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To whom Dishonour's shadow is a substance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More terrible than Death, here and hereafter;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Men whose vice is to start at Vice's scoffing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And who, though proof against all blandishments<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of pleasure, and all pangs of Pain, are feeble<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When the proud name on which they pinnacled<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their hopes is breathed on, jealous as the eagle<span class="linenum">430</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of her high aiery;<a id="FNanchor_459"></a><a href="#Footnote_459" class="fnanchor">[459]</a> let what we now<a id="FNanchor_fj"></a><a href="#Footnote_fj" class="fnanchor">[fj]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Behold, and feel, and suffer, be a lesson<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To wretches how they tamper in their spleen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With beings of a higher order. Insects<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have made the lion mad ere now; a shaft<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I' the heel o'erthrew the bravest of the brave;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wife's Dishonour was the bane of Troy;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wife's Dishonour unkinged Rome for ever;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">An injured husband brought the Gauls to Clusium,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thence to Rome, which perished for a time;<span class="linenum">440</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">An obscene gesture cost Caligula<a id="FNanchor_460"></a><a href="#Footnote_460" class="fnanchor">[460]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">His life, while Earth yet bore his cruelties;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A virgin's wrong made Spain a Moorish province;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Steno's lie, couched in two worthless lines,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath decimated Venice, put in peril<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Senate which hath stood eight hundred years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Discrowned a Prince, cut off his crownless head,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And forged new fetters for a groaning people!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_446">[446]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let the poor wretch, like to the courtesan<a id="FNanchor_461"></a><a href="#Footnote_461" class="fnanchor">[461]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who fired Persepolis, be proud of this,<span class="linenum">450</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If it so please him—'twere a pride fit for him!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let him not insult the last hours of<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Him, who, whate'er he now is, <i>was</i> a Hero,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the intrusion of his very prayers;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing of good can come from such a source,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor would we aught with him, nor now, nor ever:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We leave him to himself, that lowest depth<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of human baseness. Pardon is for men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not for reptiles—we have none for Steno,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And no resentment: things like him must sting,<span class="linenum">460</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And higher beings suffer; 'tis the charter<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Life. The man who dies by the adder's fang<br ></span> +<span class="i0">May have the crawler crushed, but feels no anger:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas the worm's nature; and some men are worms<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In soul, more than the living things of tombs.<a id="FNanchor_462"></a><a href="#Footnote_462" class="fnanchor">[462]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i> (<i>to Ben.</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Signor! complete that which you deem your duty.<a id="FNanchor_fk"></a><a href="#Footnote_fk" class="fnanchor">[fk]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Before we can proceed upon that duty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We would request the Princess to withdraw;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill move her too much to be witness to it.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. I know it will, and yet I must endure it,<span class="linenum">470</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For 'tis a part of mine—I will not quit,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except by force, my husband's side—Proceed!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, fear not either shriek, or sigh, or tear;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though my heart burst, it shall be silent.—Speak!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have that within which shall o'ermaster all.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_447">[447]</a></span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Marino Faliero, Doge of Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Count of Val di Marino, Senator,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And some time General of the Fleet and Army,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Noble Venetian, many times and oft<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Intrusted by the state with high employments,<span class="linenum">480</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even to the highest, listen to the sentence.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Convict by many witnesses and proofs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And by thine own confession, of the guilt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Treachery and Treason, yet unheard of<a id="FNanchor_fl"></a><a href="#Footnote_fl" class="fnanchor">[fl]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until this trial—the decree is Death—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy goods are confiscate unto the State,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy name is razed from out her records, save<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon a public day of thanksgiving<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For this our most miraculous deliverance,<a id="FNanchor_fm"></a><a href="#Footnote_fm" class="fnanchor">[fm]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When thou art noted in our calendars<span class="linenum">490</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With earthquakes, pestilence, and foreign foes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the great Enemy of man, as subject<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of grateful masses for Heaven's grace in snatching<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our lives and country from thy wickedness.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The place wherein as Doge thou shouldst be painted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With thine illustrious predecessors, is<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be left vacant, with a death-black veil<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Flung over these dim words engraved beneath,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"This place is of Marino Faliero,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Decapitated for his crimes."<a id="FNanchor_463"></a><a href="#Footnote_463" class="fnanchor">[463]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>"His <i>crimes</i>!"<a id="FNanchor_464"></a><a href="#Footnote_464" class="fnanchor">[464]</a><span class="linenum">500</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_448">[448]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let it be so:—it will be in vain.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The veil which blackens o'er this blighted name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hides, or seems to hide, these lineaments,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall draw more gazers than the thousand portraits<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which glitter round it in their pictured trappings—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Your</i> delegated slaves—the people's tyrants!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Decapitated for his crimes!"—<i>What</i> crimes?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were it not better to record the facts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that the contemplator might approve,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or at the least learn <i>whence</i> the crimes arose?<span class="linenum">510</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When the beholder knows a Doge conspired,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let him be told the cause—it is your history.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Time must reply to that; our sons will judge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their fathers' judgment, which I now pronounce.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Doge, clad in the ducal robes and Cap,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be led hence to the Giants' Staircase,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where thou and all our Princes are invested;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there, the Ducal Crown being first resumed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the spot where it was first assumed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy head shall be struck off; and Heaven have mercy<span class="linenum">520</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon thy soul!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Is this the Giunta's sentence?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. It is.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>I can endure it.—And the time?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Must be immediate.—Make thy peace with God:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within an hour thou must be in His presence.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I am <i>already</i>; and my blood will rise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To Heaven before the souls of those who shed it.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are all my lands confiscated?<a id="FNanchor_465"></a><a href="#Footnote_465" class="fnanchor">[465]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>They are;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And goods, and jewels, and all kind of treasure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except two thousand ducats—these dispose of.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. That's harsh.—I would have fain reserved the lands<span class="linenum">530</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Near to Treviso, which I hold by investment<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_449">[449]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From Laurence the Count-bishop of Ceneda,<a id="FNanchor_fn"></a><a href="#Footnote_fn" class="fnanchor">[fn]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In fief perpetual to myself and heirs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To portion them (leaving my city spoil,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My palace and my treasures, to your forfeit)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Between my consort and my kinsmen.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>These<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lie under the state's ban—their Chief, thy nephew,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In peril of his own life; but the Council<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Postpones his trial for the present. If<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou will'st a state unto thy widowed Princess,<span class="linenum">540</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fear not, for we will do her justice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Signors,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I share not in your spoil! From henceforth, know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am devoted unto God alone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And take my refuge in the cloister.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Come!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The hour may be a hard one, but 'twill end.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have I aught else to undergo save Death?<a id="FNanchor_fo"></a><a href="#Footnote_fo" class="fnanchor">[fo]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. You have nought to do, except confess and die.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The priest is robed, the scimitar is bare,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And both await without.—But, above all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Think not to speak unto the people; they<span class="linenum">550</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are now by thousands swarming at the gates,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But these are closed: the Ten, the Avogadori,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Giunta, and the chief men of the Forty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Alone will be beholders of thy doom,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they are ready to attend the Doge.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The Doge!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>Yes, Doge, thou hast lived and thou shalt die<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Sovereign; till the moment which precedes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The separation of that head and trunk,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That ducal crown and head shall be united.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast forgot thy dignity in deigning<span class="linenum">560</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To plot with petty traitors; not so we,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who in the very punishment acknowledge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Prince. Thy vile accomplices have died<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_450">[450]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dog's death, and the wolf's; but them shall fall<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As falls the lion by the hunters, girt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By those who feel a proud compassion for thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mourn even the inevitable death<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Provoked by thy wild wrath, and regal fierceness.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now we remit thee to thy preparation:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let it be brief, and we ourselves will be<span class="linenum">570</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy guides unto the place where first we were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">United to thee as thy subjects, and<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Senate; and must now be parted from thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As such for ever, on the self-same spot.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Guards! form the Doge's escort to his chamber.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> @@ -20807,286 +20762,286 @@ etc., etc.</i> <p class="sdir"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>as Prisoner, and the</i> <span class="smcap">Duchess</span> <i>attending him</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Now, that the priest is gone, 'twere useless all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To linger out the miserable minutes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But one pang more, the pang of parting from thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will leave the few last grains of sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which yet remain of the accorded hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still falling—I have done with Time.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have been the cause, the unconscious cause;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for this funeral marriage, this black union,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which thou, compliant with my father's wish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Didst promise at <i>his</i> death, thou hast sealed thine own.<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Not so: there was that in my spirit ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shaped out for itself some great reverse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The marvel is, it came not until now—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet it was foretold me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>How foretold you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Long years ago—so long, they are a doubt<a name="FNanchor_466" id="FNanchor_466"></a><a href="#Footnote_466" class="fnanchor">[466]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In memory, and yet they live in annals:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I was in my youth, and served the Senate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Signory as Podesta and Captain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the town of Treviso, on a day<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_451" id="Page_451">[451]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of festival, the sluggish Bishop who<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conveyed the Host aroused my rash young anger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By strange delay, and arrogant reply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my reproof: I raised my hand and smote him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until he reeled beneath his holy burthen;<a name="FNanchor_fp" id="FNanchor_fp"></a><a href="#Footnote_fp" class="fnanchor">[fp]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as he rose from earth again, he raised<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His tremulous hands in pious wrath towards Heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thence pointing to the Host, which had fallen from him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He turned to me, and said, "The Hour will come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he thou hast o'erthrown shall overthrow thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Glory shall depart from out thy house,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Wisdom shall be shaken from thy soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in thy best maturity of Mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A madness of the heart shall seize upon thee;<a name="FNanchor_fq" id="FNanchor_fq"></a><a href="#Footnote_fq" class="fnanchor">[fq]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Passion shall tear thee when all passions cease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In other men, or mellow into virtues;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Majesty which decks all other heads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall crown to leave thee headless; honours shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But prove to thee the heralds of Destruction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hoary hairs of Shame, and both of Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not such death as fits an agéd man."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus saying, he passed on.—That Hour is come.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And with this warning couldst thou not have striven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To avert the fatal moment, and atone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By penitence, for that which thou hadst done?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I own the words went to my heart, so much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I remembered them amid the maze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Life, as if they formed a spectral voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shook me in a supernatural dream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I repented; but 'twas not for me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pull in resolution:<a name="FNanchor_467" id="FNanchor_467"></a><a href="#Footnote_467" class="fnanchor">[467]</a> what must be<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not change, and would not fear.—Nay more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou can'st not have forgot, what all remember,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452">[452]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That on my day of landing here as Doge,<a name="FNanchor_468" id="FNanchor_468"></a><a href="#Footnote_468" class="fnanchor">[468]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">On my return from Rome, a mist of such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unwonted density went on before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Bucentaur, like the columnar cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ushered Israel out of Egypt, till<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pilot was misled, and disembarked us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the Pillars of Saint Mark's, where 'tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The custom of the state to put to death<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its criminals, instead of touching at<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Riva della Paglia, as the wont is,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that all Venice shuddered at the omen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Ah! little boots it now to recollect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>And yet I find a comfort in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thought, that these things are the work of Fate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I would rather yield to Gods than men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or cling to any creed of destiny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rather than deem these mortals, most of whom<a name="FNanchor_fr" id="FNanchor_fr"></a><a href="#Footnote_fr" class="fnanchor">[fr]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know to be as worthless as the dust,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And weak as worthless, more than instruments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of an o'er-ruling Power; they in themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were all incapable—they could not be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vistors of him who oft had conquered for them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Employ the minutes left in aspirations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a more healing nature, and in peace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even with these wretches take thy flight to Heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I <i>am</i> at peace: the peace of certainty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a sure Hour will come, when their sons' sons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this proud city, and these azure waters,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all which makes them eminent and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be a desolation and a curse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hissing and a scoff unto the nations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Carthage, and a Tyre, an Ocean Babel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Speak not thus now: the surge of Passion still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweeps o'er thee to the last; thou dost deceive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thyself, and canst not injure them—be calmer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I stand within Eternity, and see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453">[453]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into Eternity, and I behold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aye, palpable as I see thy sweet face<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the last time—the days which I denounce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto all time against these wave-girt walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they who are indwellers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Guard</i> (<i>coming forward</i>).<span class="s3"> </span>Doge of Venice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Ten are in attendance on your Highness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Then farewell, Angiolina!—one embrace—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive the old man who hath been to thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fond but fatal husband—love my memory—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not ask so much for me still living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou canst judge of me more kindly now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeing my evil feelings are at rest.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, of all the fruit of these long years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glory, and Wealth, and Power, and Fame, and Name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which generally leave some flowers to bloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even o'er the grave, I have nothing left, not even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little love, or friendship, or esteem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, not enough to extract an epitaph<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From ostentatious kinsmen; in one hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have uprooted all my former life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And outlived everything, except thy heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pure, the good, the gentle, which will oft<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With unimpaired but not a clamorous grief<a name="FNanchor_fs" id="FNanchor_fs"></a><a href="#Footnote_fs" class="fnanchor">[fs]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still keep——Thou turn'st so pale!—Alas! she faints,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She has no breath, no pulse!—Guards! lend your aid—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot leave her thus, and yet 'tis better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since every lifeless moment spares a pang.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she shakes off this temporary death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall be with the Eternal.—Call her women—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One look!—how cold her hand!—as cold as mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be ere she recovers.—Gently tend her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take my last thanks—I am ready now.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Now, that the priest is gone, 'twere useless all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To linger out the miserable minutes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But one pang more, the pang of parting from thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I will leave the few last grains of sand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which yet remain of the accorded hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still falling—I have done with Time.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>Alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I have been the cause, the unconscious cause;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And for this funeral marriage, this black union,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which thou, compliant with my father's wish,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Didst promise at <i>his</i> death, thou hast sealed thine own.<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Not so: there was that in my spirit ever<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shaped out for itself some great reverse;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The marvel is, it came not until now—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet it was foretold me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>How foretold you?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Long years ago—so long, they are a doubt<a id="FNanchor_466"></a><a href="#Footnote_466" class="fnanchor">[466]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In memory, and yet they live in annals:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When I was in my youth, and served the Senate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Signory as Podesta and Captain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the town of Treviso, on a day<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_451">[451]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of festival, the sluggish Bishop who<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Conveyed the Host aroused my rash young anger,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By strange delay, and arrogant reply<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To my reproof: I raised my hand and smote him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Until he reeled beneath his holy burthen;<a id="FNanchor_fp"></a><a href="#Footnote_fp" class="fnanchor">[fp]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And as he rose from earth again, he raised<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His tremulous hands in pious wrath towards Heaven.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thence pointing to the Host, which had fallen from him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He turned to me, and said, "The Hour will come<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When he thou hast o'erthrown shall overthrow thee:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Glory shall depart from out thy house,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Wisdom shall be shaken from thy soul,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in thy best maturity of Mind<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A madness of the heart shall seize upon thee;<a id="FNanchor_fq"></a><a href="#Footnote_fq" class="fnanchor">[fq]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Passion shall tear thee when all passions cease<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In other men, or mellow into virtues;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Majesty which decks all other heads,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall crown to leave thee headless; honours shall<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But prove to thee the heralds of Destruction,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And hoary hairs of Shame, and both of Death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But not such death as fits an agéd man."<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus saying, he passed on.—That Hour is come.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. And with this warning couldst thou not have striven<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To avert the fatal moment, and atone,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By penitence, for that which thou hadst done?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I own the words went to my heart, so much<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I remembered them amid the maze<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Life, as if they formed a spectral voice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shook me in a supernatural dream;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I repented; but 'twas not for me<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To pull in resolution:<a id="FNanchor_467"></a><a href="#Footnote_467" class="fnanchor">[467]</a> what must be<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I could not change, and would not fear.—Nay more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou can'st not have forgot, what all remember,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_452">[452]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That on my day of landing here as Doge,<a id="FNanchor_468"></a><a href="#Footnote_468" class="fnanchor">[468]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">On my return from Rome, a mist of such<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unwonted density went on before<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Bucentaur, like the columnar cloud<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which ushered Israel out of Egypt, till<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The pilot was misled, and disembarked us<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Between the Pillars of Saint Mark's, where 'tis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The custom of the state to put to death<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Its criminals, instead of touching at<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Riva della Paglia, as the wont is,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that all Venice shuddered at the omen.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Ah! little boots it now to recollect<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such things.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>And yet I find a comfort in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thought, that these things are the work of Fate;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I would rather yield to Gods than men,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or cling to any creed of destiny,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than deem these mortals, most of whom<a id="FNanchor_fr"></a><a href="#Footnote_fr" class="fnanchor">[fr]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I know to be as worthless as the dust,<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And weak as worthless, more than instruments<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of an o'er-ruling Power; they in themselves<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were all incapable—they could not be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vistors of him who oft had conquered for them.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Employ the minutes left in aspirations<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a more healing nature, and in peace<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even with these wretches take thy flight to Heaven.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I <i>am</i> at peace: the peace of certainty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That a sure Hour will come, when their sons' sons,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this proud city, and these azure waters,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And all which makes them eminent and bright,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be a desolation and a curse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A hissing and a scoff unto the nations,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A Carthage, and a Tyre, an Ocean Babel.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ang</i>. Speak not thus now: the surge of Passion still<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeps o'er thee to the last; thou dost deceive<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thyself, and canst not injure them—be calmer.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I stand within Eternity, and see<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_453">[453]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into Eternity, and I behold—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Aye, palpable as I see thy sweet face<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the last time—the days which I denounce<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unto all time against these wave-girt walls,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And they who are indwellers.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Guard</i> (<i>coming forward</i>).<span class="s3"> </span>Doge of Venice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Ten are in attendance on your Highness.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Then farewell, Angiolina!—one embrace—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Forgive the old man who hath been to thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A fond but fatal husband—love my memory—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would not ask so much for me still living,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But thou canst judge of me more kindly now,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seeing my evil feelings are at rest.<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, of all the fruit of these long years,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Glory, and Wealth, and Power, and Fame, and Name,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which generally leave some flowers to bloom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even o'er the grave, I have nothing left, not even<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A little love, or friendship, or esteem,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No, not enough to extract an epitaph<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From ostentatious kinsmen; in one hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I have uprooted all my former life,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And outlived everything, except thy heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The pure, the good, the gentle, which will oft<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With unimpaired but not a clamorous grief<a id="FNanchor_fs"></a><a href="#Footnote_fs" class="fnanchor">[fs]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Still keep——Thou turn'st so pale!—Alas! she faints,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She has no breath, no pulse!—Guards! lend your aid—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot leave her thus, and yet 'tis better,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since every lifeless moment spares a pang.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When she shakes off this temporary death,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I shall be with the Eternal.—Call her women—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One look!—how cold her hand!—as cold as mine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be ere she recovers.—Gently tend her,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And take my last thanks—I am ready now.<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>The Attendants of</i> <span class="smcap">Angiolina</span> <i>enter, and surround their Mistress, who has fainted.—Exeunt the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span>, <i>Guards, etc., etc.</i></p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454">[454]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_454">[454]</a></span></p> <h4 class="scene"><span class="smcap">Scene</span> III.—<i>The Court of the Ducal Palace; the outer gates are shut against the people.—The</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>enters in his ducal robes, in procession with the</i> <span class="smcap">Council of Ten</span> <i>and other Patricians, attended by the Guards, -till they arrive at the top of the "Giants' Staircase"<a name="FNanchor_469" id="FNanchor_469"></a><a href="#Footnote_469" class="fnanchor">[469]</a> (where the +till they arrive at the top of the "Giants' Staircase"<a id="FNanchor_469"></a><a href="#Footnote_469" class="fnanchor">[469]</a> (where the Doges took the oaths); the Executioner is stationed there with his sword.—On arriving, a</i> <span class="smcap">Chief of the Ten</span> <i>takes off the ducal cap from the Doge's head</i>.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. So now the Doge is nothing, and at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am again Marino Faliero:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis well to be so, though but for a moment,<a name="FNanchor_ft" id="FNanchor_ft"></a><a href="#Footnote_ft" class="fnanchor">[ft]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here was I crowned, and here, bear witness, Heaven!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With how much more contentment I resign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shining mockery, the ducal bauble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I received the fatal ornament.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>One of the Ten</i>. Thou tremblest, Faliero!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>'Tis with age, then.<a name="FNanchor_470" id="FNanchor_470"></a><a href="#Footnote_470" class="fnanchor">[470]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Faliero! hast thou aught further to commend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compatible with justice, to the Senate?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I would commend my nephew to their mercy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My consort to their justice; for methinks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455">[455]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My death, and such a death, might settle all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the State and me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>They shall be cared for;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even notwithstanding thine unheard-of crime.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Unheard of! aye, there's not a history<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But shows a thousand crowned conspirators<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Against</i> the people; but to set them free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One Sovereign only died, and one is dying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. And who were they who fell in such a cause?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The King of Sparta, and the Doge of Venice—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Agis and Faliero!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>Hast thou more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To utter or to do?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>May I speak?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Thou may'st;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But recollect the people are without,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond the compass of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I speak to Time and to Eternity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which I grow a portion, not to man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye Elements! in which to be resolved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hasten, let my voice be as a Spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon you! Ye blue waves! which bore my banner.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye winds! which fluttered o'er as if you loved it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And filled my swelling sails as they were wafted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To many a triumph! Thou, my native earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I have bled for! and thou, foreign earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which drank this willing blood from many a wound!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye stones, in which my gore will not sink, but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reek up to Heaven! Ye skies, which will receive it!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou Sun! which shinest on these things, and Thou!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who kindlest and who quenchest suns!—Attest!<a name="FNanchor_fu" id="FNanchor_fu"></a><a href="#Footnote_fu" class="fnanchor">[fu]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am not innocent—but are these guiltless?<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I perish, but not unavenged; far ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Float up from the abyss of Time to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And show these eyes, before they close, the doom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this proud City, and I leave my curse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her and hers for ever!—-- Yes, the hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are silently engendering of the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she, who built 'gainst Attila a bulwark,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_456" id="Page_456">[456]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall yield, and bloodlessly and basely yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto a bastard Attila,<a name="FNanchor_471" id="FNanchor_471"></a><a href="#Footnote_471" class="fnanchor">[471]</a> without<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shedding so much blood in her last defence,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As these old veins, oft drained in shielding her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall pour in sacrifice.—She shall be bought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sold, and be an appanage to those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who shall despise her!<a name="FNanchor_472" id="FNanchor_472"></a><a href="#Footnote_472" class="fnanchor">[472]</a>—She shall stoop to be<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_457" id="Page_457">[457]</a></span> -<span class="i0">A province for an Empire, petty town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In lieu of Capital, with slaves for senates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beggars for nobles, panders for a people!<a name="FNanchor_fv" id="FNanchor_fv"></a><a href="#Footnote_fv" class="fnanchor">[fv]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then when the Hebrew's in thy palaces,<a name="FNanchor_473" id="FNanchor_473"></a><a href="#Footnote_473" class="fnanchor">[473]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_458" id="Page_458">[458]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The Hun in thy high places, and the Greek<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walks o'er thy mart, and smiles on it for his;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thy patricians beg their bitter bread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In narrow streets, and in their shameful need<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make their nobility a plea for pity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, when the few who still retain a wreck<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of their great fathers' heritage shall fawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round a barbarian Vice of Kings' Vice-gerent,<a name="FNanchor_474" id="FNanchor_474"></a><a href="#Footnote_474" class="fnanchor">[474]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in the Palace where they swayed as Sovereigns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in the Palace where they slew their Sovereign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud of some name they have disgraced, or sprung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From an adulteress boastful of her guilt<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some large gondolier or foreign soldier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall bear about their bastardy in triumph<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the third spurious generation;—when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy sons are in the lowest scale of being,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slaves turned o'er to the vanquished by the victors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despised by cowards for greater cowardice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scorned even by the vicious for such vices<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As in the monstrous grasp of their conception<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defy all codes to image or to name them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, when of Cyprus, now thy subject kingdom,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All thine inheritance shall be her shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Entailed on thy less virtuous daughters, grown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wider proverb for worse prostitution;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all the ills of conquered states shall cling thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vice without splendour, Sin without relief<a name="FNanchor_fw" id="FNanchor_fw"></a><a href="#Footnote_fw" class="fnanchor">[fw]</a><a name="FNanchor_475" id="FNanchor_475"></a><a href="#Footnote_475" class="fnanchor">[475]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even from the gloss of Love to smooth it o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in its stead, coarse lusts of habitude,<a name="FNanchor_476" id="FNanchor_476"></a><a href="#Footnote_476" class="fnanchor">[476]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_459" id="Page_459">[459]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Prurient yet passionless, cold studied lewdness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Depraving Nature's frailty to an art;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When these and more are heavy on thee, when<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiles without mirth, and pastimes without Pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Youth without Honour, Age without respect,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meanness and Weakness, and a sense of woe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Gainst which thou wilt not strive, and dar'st not murmur,<a name="FNanchor_477" id="FNanchor_477"></a><a href="#Footnote_477" class="fnanchor">[477]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made thee last and worst of peopled deserts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, in the last gasp of thine agony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst thy many murders, think of <i>mine!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou den of drunkards with the blood of Princes!<a name="FNanchor_478" id="FNanchor_478"></a><a href="#Footnote_478" class="fnanchor">[478]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gehenna of the waters! thou Sea-Sodom!<a name="FNanchor_fx" id="FNanchor_fx"></a><a href="#Footnote_fx" class="fnanchor">[fx]</a><a name="FNanchor_479" id="FNanchor_479"></a><a href="#Footnote_479" class="fnanchor">[479]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_460" id="Page_460">[460]</a></span><span class="i0">Thus I devote thee to the Infernal Gods!<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee and thy serpent seed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Here the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>turns and addresses the Executioner.</i></span><br /></span> -<span class="i24">Slave, do thine office!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strike as I struck the foe! Strike as I would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have struck those tyrants! Strike deep as my curse!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strike—and but once!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. So now the Doge is nothing, and at last<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am again Marino Faliero:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis well to be so, though but for a moment,<a id="FNanchor_ft"></a><a href="#Footnote_ft" class="fnanchor">[ft]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Here was I crowned, and here, bear witness, Heaven!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With how much more contentment I resign<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That shining mockery, the ducal bauble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than I received the fatal ornament.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>One of the Ten</i>. Thou tremblest, Faliero!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>'Tis with age, then.<a id="FNanchor_470"></a><a href="#Footnote_470" class="fnanchor">[470]</a><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. Faliero! hast thou aught further to commend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Compatible with justice, to the Senate?<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I would commend my nephew to their mercy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My consort to their justice; for methinks<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_455">[455]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">My death, and such a death, might settle all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Between the State and me.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>They shall be cared for;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even notwithstanding thine unheard-of crime.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. Unheard of! aye, there's not a history<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But shows a thousand crowned conspirators<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Against</i> the people; but to set them free,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One Sovereign only died, and one is dying.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>. And who were they who fell in such a cause?<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. The King of Sparta, and the Doge of Venice—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Agis and Faliero!<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s11"> </span>Hast thou more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To utter or to do?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>May I speak?<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Ben</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Thou may'st;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But recollect the people are without,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the compass of the human voice.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Doge</i>. I speak to Time and to Eternity,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of which I grow a portion, not to man.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Elements! in which to be resolved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I hasten, let my voice be as a Spirit<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon you! Ye blue waves! which bore my banner.<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye winds! which fluttered o'er as if you loved it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And filled my swelling sails as they were wafted<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To many a triumph! Thou, my native earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which I have bled for! and thou, foreign earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which drank this willing blood from many a wound!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ye stones, in which my gore will not sink, but<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reek up to Heaven! Ye skies, which will receive it!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou Sun! which shinest on these things, and Thou!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who kindlest and who quenchest suns!—Attest!<a id="FNanchor_fu"></a><a href="#Footnote_fu" class="fnanchor">[fu]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am not innocent—but are these guiltless?<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I perish, but not unavenged; far ages<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Float up from the abyss of Time to be,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And show these eyes, before they close, the doom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of this proud City, and I leave my curse<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On her and hers for ever!—-- Yes, the hours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are silently engendering of the day,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When she, who built 'gainst Attila a bulwark,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_456">[456]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall yield, and bloodlessly and basely yield,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unto a bastard Attila,<a id="FNanchor_471"></a><a href="#Footnote_471" class="fnanchor">[471]</a> without<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shedding so much blood in her last defence,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As these old veins, oft drained in shielding her,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall pour in sacrifice.—She shall be bought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And sold, and be an appanage to those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who shall despise her!<a id="FNanchor_472"></a><a href="#Footnote_472" class="fnanchor">[472]</a>—She shall stoop to be<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_457">[457]</a></span> +<span class="i0">A province for an Empire, petty town<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In lieu of Capital, with slaves for senates,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beggars for nobles, panders for a people!<a id="FNanchor_fv"></a><a href="#Footnote_fv" class="fnanchor">[fv]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then when the Hebrew's in thy palaces,<a id="FNanchor_473"></a><a href="#Footnote_473" class="fnanchor">[473]</a><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_458">[458]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The Hun in thy high places, and the Greek<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Walks o'er thy mart, and smiles on it for his;<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">When thy patricians beg their bitter bread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In narrow streets, and in their shameful need<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Make their nobility a plea for pity;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then, when the few who still retain a wreck<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of their great fathers' heritage shall fawn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Round a barbarian Vice of Kings' Vice-gerent,<a id="FNanchor_474"></a><a href="#Footnote_474" class="fnanchor">[474]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even in the Palace where they swayed as Sovereigns,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even in the Palace where they slew their Sovereign,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Proud of some name they have disgraced, or sprung<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From an adulteress boastful of her guilt<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With some large gondolier or foreign soldier,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall bear about their bastardy in triumph<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the third spurious generation;—when<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy sons are in the lowest scale of being,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Slaves turned o'er to the vanquished by the victors,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Despised by cowards for greater cowardice,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And scorned even by the vicious for such vices<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As in the monstrous grasp of their conception<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Defy all codes to image or to name them;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then, when of Cyprus, now thy subject kingdom,<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All thine inheritance shall be her shame<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Entailed on thy less virtuous daughters, grown<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wider proverb for worse prostitution;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When all the ills of conquered states shall cling thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vice without splendour, Sin without relief<a id="FNanchor_fw"></a><a href="#Footnote_fw" class="fnanchor">[fw]</a><a id="FNanchor_475"></a><a href="#Footnote_475" class="fnanchor">[475]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even from the gloss of Love to smooth it o'er,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But in its stead, coarse lusts of habitude,<a id="FNanchor_476"></a><a href="#Footnote_476" class="fnanchor">[476]</a><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_459">[459]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Prurient yet passionless, cold studied lewdness,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Depraving Nature's frailty to an art;—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When these and more are heavy on thee, when<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Smiles without mirth, and pastimes without Pleasure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Youth without Honour, Age without respect,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Meanness and Weakness, and a sense of woe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Gainst which thou wilt not strive, and dar'st not murmur,<a id="FNanchor_477"></a><a href="#Footnote_477" class="fnanchor">[477]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have made thee last and worst of peopled deserts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then, in the last gasp of thine agony,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst thy many murders, think of <i>mine!</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou den of drunkards with the blood of Princes!<a id="FNanchor_478"></a><a href="#Footnote_478" class="fnanchor">[478]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gehenna of the waters! thou Sea-Sodom!<a id="FNanchor_fx"></a><a href="#Footnote_fx" class="fnanchor">[fx]</a><a id="FNanchor_479"></a><a href="#Footnote_479" class="fnanchor">[479]</a><br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_460">[460]</a></span><span class="i0">Thus I devote thee to the Infernal Gods!<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thee and thy serpent seed!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Here the</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>turns and addresses the Executioner.</i></span><br ></span> +<span class="i24">Slave, do thine office!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Strike as I struck the foe! Strike as I would<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have struck those tyrants! Strike deep as my curse!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Strike—and but once!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Doge</span> <i>throws himself upon his knees, and as the Executioner @@ -21098,54 +21053,54 @@ crowds gathered round the grated gates of the Ducal Palace, which are shut.</i></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Citizen</i>. I have gained the Gate, and can discern the Ten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Robed in their gowns of state, ranged round the Doge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Citizen</i>. I have gained the Gate, and can discern the Ten,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Robed in their gowns of state, ranged round the Doge.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Second Cit</i>. I cannot reach thee with mine utmost effort.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How is it? let us hear at least, since sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is thus prohibited unto the people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except the occupiers of those bars.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Second Cit</i>. I cannot reach thee with mine utmost effort.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How is it? let us hear at least, since sight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is thus prohibited unto the people,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except the occupiers of those bars.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Cit</i>. One has approached the Doge, and now they strip<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ducal bonnet from his head—and now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He raises his keen eyes to Heaven; I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Them glitter, and his lips move—Hush! hush!—no,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas but a murmur—Curse upon the distance!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His words are inarticulate, but the voice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swells up like muttered thunder; would we could<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But gather a sole sentence!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Cit</i>. One has approached the Doge, and now they strip<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ducal bonnet from his head—and now<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He raises his keen eyes to Heaven; I see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Them glitter, and his lips move—Hush! hush!—no,<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas but a murmur—Curse upon the distance!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His words are inarticulate, but the voice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Swells up like muttered thunder; would we could<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But gather a sole sentence!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Second Cit</i>. Hush! we perhaps may catch the sound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Second Cit</i>. Hush! we perhaps may catch the sound.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Cit</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>'Tis vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot hear him.—How his hoary hair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Streams on the wind like foam upon the wave!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now—now—he kneels—and now they form a circle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round him, and all is hidden—but I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lifted sword in air——Ah! hark! it falls!<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Cit</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>'Tis vain.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot hear him.—How his hoary hair<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Streams on the wind like foam upon the wave!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now—now—he kneels—and now they form a circle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Round him, and all is hidden—but I see<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The lifted sword in air——Ah! hark! it falls!<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>The people murmur.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Third Cit</i>. Then they have murdered him who would have freed us.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Third Cit</i>. Then they have murdered him who would have freed us.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fourth Cit</i>. He was a kind man to the commons ever.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_461" id="Page_461">[461]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fourth Cit</i>. He was a kind man to the commons ever.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_461">[461]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fifth Cit</i>. Wisely they did to keep their portals barred.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would we had known the work they were preparing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere we were summoned here—we would have brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weapons, and forced them!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fifth Cit</i>. Wisely they did to keep their portals barred.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would we had known the work they were preparing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ere we were summoned here—we would have brought<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Weapons, and forced them!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sixth Cit</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Are you sure he's dead?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sixth Cit</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Are you sure he's dead?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>First Cit</i>. I saw the sword fall—Lo! what have we here?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>First Cit</i>. I saw the sword fall—Lo! what have we here?<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter on the Balcony of the Palace which fronts St. Mark's Place a</i> -<span class="smcap">Chief of the Ten</span>,<a name="FNanchor_480" id="FNanchor_480"></a><a href="#Footnote_480" class="fnanchor">[480]</a> <i>with a bloody sword. He waves it thrice before +<span class="smcap">Chief of the Ten</span>,<a id="FNanchor_480"></a><a href="#Footnote_480" class="fnanchor">[480]</a> <i>with a bloody sword. He waves it thrice before the People, and exclaims,</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Justice hath dealt upon the mighty Traitor!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Justice hath dealt upon the mighty Traitor!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="xdir">[<i>The gates are opened; the populace rush in towards the "Giants' @@ -21153,14 +21108,14 @@ Staircase," where the execution has taken place. The foremost of them exclaims to those behind,</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The gory head rolls down the Giants' Steps!"<a name="FNanchor_fy" id="FNanchor_fy"></a><a href="#Footnote_fy" class="fnanchor">[fy]</a><a name="FNanchor_481" id="FNanchor_481"></a><a href="#Footnote_481" class="fnanchor">[481]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The gory head rolls down the Giants' Steps!"<a id="FNanchor_fy"></a><a href="#Footnote_fy" class="fnanchor">[fy]</a><a id="FNanchor_481"></a><a href="#Footnote_481" class="fnanchor">[481]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="xdir">[<i>The curtain falls</i>.<a name="FNanchor_482" id="FNanchor_482"></a><a href="#Footnote_482" class="fnanchor">[482]</a></p> +<p class="xdir">[<i>The curtain falls</i>.<a id="FNanchor_482"></a><a href="#Footnote_482" class="fnanchor">[482]</a></p> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_359" id="Footnote_359"></a><a href="#FNanchor_359"> +<p><a id="Footnote_359"></a><a href="#FNanchor_359"> <span class="label">[359]</span></a> <a id="Note_331"></a>{331}[Marin Faliero was not in command of the land forces at the siege of Zara in 1346. According to contemporary documents, he held a naval command under Civran, who was in charge of the fleet. Byron @@ -21170,14 +21125,14 @@ avanti il Dogado</i>, by Vittorio Lazzarino, published in <i>Nuovo Archivio Veneto</i>, 1893, vol. v. pt. i. p. 132, note 4.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_360" id="Footnote_360"></a><a href="#FNanchor_360"> +<p><a id="Footnote_360"></a><a href="#FNanchor_360"> <span class="label">[360]</span></a> [For the siege of Alesia (Alise in Côte d'Or), which resulted in the defeat of the Gauls and the surrender of Vercingetorix, see <i>De Bella Gallico</i>, vii. 68-90. Belgrade fell to Prince Eugene, August 18, 1717.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_361" id="Footnote_361"></a><a href="#FNanchor_361"> +<p><a id="Footnote_361"></a><a href="#FNanchor_361"> <span class="label">[361]</span></a> <a id="Note_332"></a>{332}[If this event ever took place, it must have been in 1346, when the future Doge was between sixty and seventy years of age. The story appears for the first time in the chronicle of Bartolomeo @@ -21189,7 +21144,7 @@ Vittorio Lazzarino.—<i>Nuovo Archivio Veneto</i>, 1897, vol. xiii. pt. i. 29.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_362" id="Footnote_362"></a><a href="#FNanchor_362"> +<p><a id="Footnote_362"></a><a href="#FNanchor_362"> <span class="label">[362]</span></a> ["Square talked in a very different strain.... In pronouncing these [sentences from the <i>Tusculan Questions, etc</i>.] he was one day so eager that he unfortunately bit his tongue ... this accident @@ -21200,25 +21155,25 @@ i. 234. See, too, Letter to Murray, November 23, 1822, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, vi. 142; <i>Life</i>, p. 570.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_363" id="Footnote_363"></a><a href="#FNanchor_363"> +<p><a id="Footnote_363"></a><a href="#FNanchor_363"> <span class="label">[363]</span></a> [<i>Principj di storia civile della Repubblica di Venezia</i>. Scritti da Vettor Sandi, 1755, Part II. tom. i. pp. 127, 128.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_364" id="Footnote_364"></a><a href="#FNanchor_364"> +<p><a id="Footnote_364"></a><a href="#FNanchor_364"> <span class="label">[364]</span></a> [<i>Storia della Republica Veneziana</i>. Scritta da Andrea Navagiero, <i>apud</i> Muratori, <i>Italic. Rerum, Scriptores</i>, 1733, xxiii. p. 924, <i>sq</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_365" id="Footnote_365"></a><a href="#FNanchor_365"> +<p><a id="Footnote_365"></a><a href="#FNanchor_365"> <span class="label">[365]</span></a> [<i>Istoria dell' assedio e della Ricupera di Zara, Fatta da' Veneziani nell' anno</i> 1346. Scritta da auctore contemporaneo, pp. i.-xxxviii.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_366" id="Footnote_366"></a><a href="#FNanchor_366"> +<p><a id="Footnote_366"></a><a href="#FNanchor_366"> <span class="label">[366]</span></a> <a id="Note_333"></a>{333}[Michele Steno was not, as Sanudo and others state, one of the Capi of the Quarantia in 1355, but twenty years later, in 1375. When Faliero was elected to the Dogeship, Steno was a youth of @@ -21226,14 +21181,14 @@ twenty, and a man under thirty years of age was not eligible for the Quarantia.—<i>La Congiura,</i> etc., p. 64.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_367" id="Footnote_367"></a><a href="#FNanchor_367"> +<p><a id="Footnote_367"></a><a href="#FNanchor_367"> <span class="label">[367]</span></a> [History does not bear out the tradition of her youth. Aluica Gradenigo was born in the first decade of the fourteenth century, and became Dogaressa when she was more than forty-five years of age.—<i>La Congiura,</i> p. 69.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_368" id="Footnote_368"></a><a href="#FNanchor_368"> +<p><a id="Footnote_368"></a><a href="#FNanchor_368"> <span class="label">[368]</span></a> [See <i>A View of the Society and Manners in Italy,</i> by John Moore, M.D., 1781, i. 144-152. The "stale jest" is thus worded: "This lady imagined she had been affronted by a young Venetian nobleman @@ -21242,25 +21197,25 @@ old Doge, who had all the desire imaginable to please his wife, determined, in this matter, at least, to give her ample satisfaction."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_369" id="Footnote_369"></a><a href="#FNanchor_369"> +<p><a id="Footnote_369"></a><a href="#FNanchor_369"> <span class="label">[369]</span></a> <a id="Note_334"></a>{334}[For Frederick's verse, "Evitez de Bernis la stérile abondance," see <i>La Bibliographie Universelle</i>, art. "Bernis"; and for his jest, "Je ne la connais pas," see <i>History of Frederick the Great</i>, by Thomas Carlyle, 1898, vi. 14.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_370" id="Footnote_370"></a><a href="#FNanchor_370"> +<p><a id="Footnote_370"></a><a href="#FNanchor_370"> <span class="label">[370]</span></a> [For the story of the abduction of Dervorgilla, wife of Tiernan O'Ruarc, by Dermot Mac-Murchad, King of Leinster, in 1153, see Moore's <i>History of Ireland</i>, 1837, ii. 200.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_371" id="Footnote_371"></a><a href="#FNanchor_371"> +<p><a id="Footnote_371"></a><a href="#FNanchor_371"> <span class="label">[371]</span></a> <a id="Note_335"></a>{335}[<i>Istoria della Repubblica di Venezia</i>, del Sig. Abate Laugier, Tradotta del Francese. Venice, 1778, iv. 30.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_372" id="Footnote_372"></a><a href="#FNanchor_372"> +<p><a id="Footnote_372"></a><a href="#FNanchor_372"> <span class="label">[372]</span></a> <a id="Note_336"></a>{336}[The marble staircase on which Faliero took the ducal oath, and on which he was afterwards beheaded, led into the courtyard of the palace. It was erected by a decree of the Senate in 1340, and was @@ -21269,7 +21224,7 @@ The "Scala dei Giganti" (built by Antonio Rizzo, circ. 1483) does not occupy the site of the older staircase.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_373" id="Footnote_373"></a><a href="#FNanchor_373"> +<p><a id="Footnote_373"></a><a href="#FNanchor_373"> <span class="label">[373]</span></a> [On the north side of the Campo, in front of the Church of Santi Giovanni e Paolo (better known as San Zanipolo), stands the Scuola di San Marco. Attached to the lower hall of the Scuola is the @@ -21277,30 +21232,30 @@ Chapel of Santa Maria della Pace, in which the sarcophagus containing the bones of Marino Faliero was discovered in 1815.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_374" id="Footnote_374"></a><a href="#FNanchor_374"> +<p><a id="Footnote_374"></a><a href="#FNanchor_374"> <span class="label">[374]</span></a> [In the Campo in front of the church is the equestrian statue of Bartolomeo Colleoni, designed by Andrea Veroccio, and cast in 1496 by Alessandro Leopardi.—<i>Handbook: Northern Italy</i>, p. 374.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_375" id="Footnote_375"></a><a href="#FNanchor_375"> +<p><a id="Footnote_375"></a><a href="#FNanchor_375"> <span class="label">[375]</span></a> <a id="Note_337"></a>{337}[See <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 317, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_376" id="Footnote_376"></a><a href="#FNanchor_376"> +<p><a id="Footnote_376"></a><a href="#FNanchor_376"> <span class="label">[376]</span></a> [See <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 79, note 3.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ct" id="Footnote_ct"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ct"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ct"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ct"> <span class="label">[ct]</span></a> <i>It is like being at the whole process of a woman's toilet—it disenchants.</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cu" id="Footnote_cu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cu"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cu"> <span class="label">[cu]</span></a> <i>Any man of common independence.</i>—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_377" id="Footnote_377"></a><a href="#FNanchor_377"> +<p><a id="Footnote_377"></a><a href="#FNanchor_377"> <span class="label">[377]</span></a> <a id="Note_338"></a>{338} While I was in the sub-committee of Drury Lane Theatre, I can vouch for my colleagues, and I hope for myself, that we @@ -21336,16 +21291,16 @@ acting, what the Cardinal de Retz said of the Marquis of Montrose, "that he was the only man he ever saw who reminded him of the heroes of Plutarch."[<a href="#X377D">D</a>] </p> -<p>[<a id="X377A" name="X377A">A</a>] [See letter to Samuel Taylor Coleridge, March 31, 1815, <i>Letters</i>, +<p>[<a id="X377A">A</a>] [See letter to Samuel Taylor Coleridge, March 31, 1815, <i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 190; letter to Moore, October 28, 1815, and note 1 (with quotation from unpublished letter of Coleridge), and passages from Byron's <i>Detached Thoughts</i> (1821) ... <i>ibid</i>., pp. 230, 233-238.] </p> -<p>[<a id="X377B" name="X377B">B</a>] [Maturin's <i>Bertram</i> was played for the first time at Drury Lane, +<p>[<a id="X377B">B</a>] [Maturin's <i>Bertram</i> was played for the first time at Drury Lane, May 9, 1816. (See <i>Detached Thoughts</i> (1821), <i>Letters</i>, 1899, iii. 233, and letter to Murray, October 12, 1817, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 171.)] </p> -<p>[<a id="X377C" name="X377C">C</a>] [Elizabeth O'Neill (1791-1872), afterwards Lady Becher, made her +<p>[<a id="X377C">C</a>] [Elizabeth O'Neill (1791-1872), afterwards Lady Becher, made her <i>début</i> in 1814, and retired from the stage in 1819. Sarah Siddons (1755-1831) made her final appearance on the stage June 9, 1818, and her brother John Philip Kemble (1757-1823) appeared for the last time in @@ -21355,7 +21310,7 @@ George Frederick Cooke (1756-1812) had long been dead; Edmund Kean States; and Robert William Elliston (1774-1831) (<i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_328">p. 328</a>) had, not long before (1819), become lessee of Drury Lane Theatre.] </p> -<p>[<a id="X377D" name="X377D">D</a>]["Le comte de Montross, Écossais et chef de la maison de Graham, le +<p>[<a id="X377D">D</a>]["Le comte de Montross, Écossais et chef de la maison de Graham, le seul homme du monde qui m'ait jamais rappelé l'idée de certains héros que l'on ne voit plus que dans les vies de Plutarque, avail soutenu le parti du roi d'Angleterre dans son pays, avec une grandeur d'àme qui @@ -21364,7 +21319,7 @@ Retz</i>, 1820, ii. 88.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_378" id="Footnote_378"></a><a href="#FNanchor_378"> +<p><a id="Footnote_378"></a><a href="#FNanchor_378"> <span class="label">[378]</span></a> <a id="Note_339"></a> {339}[This appreciation of the <i>Mysterious Mother</i>, which he seems to have read in Lord Dover's preface to Walpole's Letters to @@ -21388,29 +21343,29 @@ it is love furious, criminal, and hopeless" (Letter to Murray, January this— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Consult a holy man! inquire of him!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">—Good father, wherefore? what should I inquire?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must I be taught of him that guilt is woe?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That innocence alone is happiness—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That martyrdom itself shall leave the villain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The villain that it found him? Must I learn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That minutes stamped with crime are past recall?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That joys are momentary; and remorse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eternal?...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor could one risen from the dead proclaim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This truth in deeper sounds to my conviction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We want no preacher to distinguish vice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From virtue. At our birth the God revealed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All conscience needs to know. No codicil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To duty's rubric here and there was placed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In some Saint's casual custody."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Consult a holy man! inquire of him!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">—Good father, wherefore? what should I inquire?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must I be taught of him that guilt is woe?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That innocence alone is happiness—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That martyrdom itself shall leave the villain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The villain that it found him? Must I learn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That minutes stamped with crime are past recall?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That joys are momentary; and remorse<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Eternal?...<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor could one risen from the dead proclaim<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This truth in deeper sounds to my conviction;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We want no preacher to distinguish vice<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From virtue. At our birth the God revealed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All conscience needs to know. No codicil<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To duty's rubric here and there was placed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In some Saint's casual custody."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Act i. sc. 3, <i>s.f.</i> <i>Works of the Earl of Orford</i>, 1798, i. 55.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_379" id="Footnote_379"></a><a href="#FNanchor_379"> +<p><a id="Footnote_379"></a><a href="#FNanchor_379"> <span class="label">[379]</span></a> <a id="Note_340"></a>{340}[Byron received a copy of Goethe's review of <i>Manfred</i>, which appeared in <i>Kunst und Alterthum</i> (ii. 2. 191) in May, @@ -21446,9 +21401,9 @@ You will have read, in your friend Schlegel's version, the dialogue in <i>Macbeth</i>— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">"'There are <i>ten thousand!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Macbeth</i>. <i>Geese</i>, villain?<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Answer</i>.<span class="s23"> </span><i>Authors</i>, sir.'[<a href="#X379B">B</a>]<br /></span> +<span class="i8">"'There are <i>ten thousand!</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Macbeth</i>. <i>Geese</i>, villain?<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Answer</i>.<span class="s23"> </span><i>Authors</i>, sir.'[<a href="#X379B">B</a>]<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Now, of these 'ten thousand authors,' there are actually nineteen @@ -21531,10 +21486,10 @@ but as a mark of esteem and admiration from a foreigner to the man who has been hailed in Germany '<span class="smcap">the great Goethe</span>.' </p> <p> -<span style="margin-left:8em;">"I have the honour to be,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left:11em;">With the truest respect,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left:14em;">Your most obedient and</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left:17em;">Very humble servant,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left:8em;">"I have the honour to be,</span><br > +<span style="margin-left:11em;">With the truest respect,</span><br > +<span style="margin-left:14em;">Your most obedient and</span><br > +<span style="margin-left:17em;">Very humble servant,</span><br > <span style="margin-left:24em;" class="smcap">Byron</span>, </p> <p> @@ -21582,38 +21537,38 @@ honoured your obliged and affectionate friend, "Ravenna, Sept. 1st, 1821." </p> </div> <p> -[<a id="X379A" name="X379A">A</a>][<i>A Biographical Dictionary of Living Authors of Great Britain and +[<a id="X379A">A</a>][<i>A Biographical Dictionary of Living Authors of Great Britain and Ireland, etc</i>., London, 1816, 8vo.] </p> -<p>[<a id="X379B" name="X379B">B</a>]</p> +<p>[<a id="X379B">B</a>]</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[<i>Macbeth</i>. Where got'st thou that goose look?<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Servant</i>. There is ten thousand—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Macbeth</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Geese, villain?<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Servant</i>. Soldiers, sir."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">[<i>Macbeth</i>. Where got'st thou that goose look?<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Servant</i>. There is ten thousand—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Macbeth</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>Geese, villain?<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Servant</i>. Soldiers, sir."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Macbeth</i>, act v. sc. 3, lines 12, 13.]</p> <p> -[<a id="X379C" name="X379C">C</a>][Sir George Beaumont. See Professor W. Knight, <i>Life of Wordsworth</i>, +[<a id="X379C">C</a>][Sir George Beaumont. See Professor W. Knight, <i>Life of Wordsworth</i>, ii. (<i>Works</i>, vol. x.) 56.] </p> <p> -[<a id="X379D" name="X379D">D</a>][Lord Lonsdale (<i>ibid</i>., p. 209).] +[<a id="X379D">D</a>][Lord Lonsdale (<i>ibid</i>., p. 209).] </p> <p> -[<a id="X379E" name="X379E">E</a>][<i>Two Addresses to the Freeholders of Westmoreland</i>, 1818.] +[<a id="X379E">E</a>][<i>Two Addresses to the Freeholders of Westmoreland</i>, 1818.] </p> <p> -[<a id="X379F" name="X379F">F</a>][See an article on Goethe's <i>Aus Meinem Leben</i>, etc., in the +[<a id="X379F">F</a>][See an article on Goethe's <i>Aus Meinem Leben</i>, etc., in the <i>Edinburgh Review</i> for June, 1816, vol. xxvi. pp. 304-337.]]</p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cv" id="Footnote_cv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cv"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cv"> <span class="label">[cv]</span></a> <a id="Note_345"></a>{345} <i>Are none yet of the Messengers returned</i>?—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_380" id="Footnote_380"></a><a href="#FNanchor_380"> +<p><a id="Footnote_380"></a><a href="#FNanchor_380"> <span class="label">[380]</span></a> [The <i>Consiglio Minore</i>, which originally consisted of the Doge and his six councillors, was afterwards increased, by the addition of the three <i>Capi</i> of the <i>Quarantia Criminale</i>, and was known @@ -21622,31 +21577,31 @@ di Venezia</i>, 1850, i. 483). The Forty who were "debating on Steno's accusation" could not be described as the "<i>Signory</i>."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cw" id="Footnote_cw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cw"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cw"> <span class="label">[cw]</span></a> <i>With seeming patience</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cx" id="Footnote_cx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cx"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cx"> <span class="label">[cx]</span></a> <i>He sits as deep</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cy" id="Footnote_cy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cy"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cy"> <span class="label">[cy]</span></a> <a id="Note_346"></a>{346}<i>Or aught that imitates</i>—.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_cz" id="Footnote_cz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cz"> +<p><a id="Footnote_cz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_cz"> <span class="label">[cz]</span></a> <i>Young, gallant</i>—.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_381" id="Footnote_381"></a><a href="#FNanchor_381"> +<p><a id="Footnote_381"></a><a href="#FNanchor_381"> <span class="label">[381]</span></a> [Bertuccio Faliero was a distant connection of the Doge, not his nephew. Matters of business and family affairs seem to have brought them together, and it is evident that they were on intimate terms.—<i>La Congiura</i>, p. 84.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_382" id="Footnote_382"></a><a href="#FNanchor_382"> +<p><a id="Footnote_382"></a><a href="#FNanchor_382"> <span class="label">[382]</span></a> [The Avogadori, three in number, were the conductors of criminal prosecutions on the part of the State; and no act of the councils was valid, unless sanctioned by the presence of one of them; @@ -21656,11 +21611,11 @@ because Steno was a member of the "Quarantia," is based on an error of Sanudo's (<i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_333">p. 333</a>).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_da" id="Footnote_da"></a><a href="#FNanchor_da"> +<p><a id="Footnote_da"></a><a href="#FNanchor_da"> <span class="label">[da]</span></a> <a id="Note_348"></a>{348}——<i>Marin! Falieræ</i> [sic].—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_383" id="Footnote_383"></a><a href="#FNanchor_383"> +<p><a id="Footnote_383"></a><a href="#FNanchor_383"> <span class="label">[383]</span></a> ["Marin Faliero, dalla bella moglie—altri la gode, ed egli la mantien."—Marino Samuto, <i>Vitæ Ducum Venetorum, apud</i> Muratori, <i>Rerum Italicurum Scriptores</i>, 1733, xxii. 628-638]. Navagero, in his @@ -21681,40 +21636,40 @@ process.—<i>La Congiura, Nuona Archivio Veneto</i>, 1897, tom. xiii. pt. i p. 347.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_384" id="Footnote_384"></a><a href="#FNanchor_384"> +<p><a id="Footnote_384"></a><a href="#FNanchor_384"> <span class="label">[384]</span></a> <a id="Note_349"></a>{349}[Sanudo gives two versions of Steno's punishment: (1) that he should be imprisoned for two months, and banished from Venice for a year; (2) that he should be imprisoned for one month, flogged with a fox's tail, and pay one hundred lire to the Republic.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_385" id="Footnote_385"></a><a href="#FNanchor_385"> +<p><a id="Footnote_385"></a><a href="#FNanchor_385"> <span class="label">[385]</span></a> <a id="Note_350"></a>{350}[<i>Vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_331">p. 331</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_386" id="Footnote_386"></a><a href="#FNanchor_386"> +<p><a id="Footnote_386"></a><a href="#FNanchor_386"> <span class="label">[386]</span></a> <a id="Note_351"></a>{351}[Faliero's appeal to the "law" is a violation of "historical accuracy." The penalty for an injury to the Doge was not fixed by law, but was decided from time to time by the Judge, in accordance with unwritten custom.—<i>La Congiura</i>, p. 60.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_db" id="Footnote_db"></a><a href="#FNanchor_db"> +<p><a id="Footnote_db"></a><a href="#FNanchor_db"> <span class="label">[db]</span></a> <a id="Note_352"></a>{352} <i>Who threw his sting into a poisonous rhyme</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_387" id="Footnote_387"></a><a href="#FNanchor_387"> +<p><a id="Footnote_387"></a><a href="#FNanchor_387"> <span class="label">[387]</span></a> [For the story of Cæsar, Pompeia, and Clodius, see Plutarch's <i>Lives</i>, "Cæsar," Langhorne's translation, 1838, p. 498.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dc" id="Footnote_dc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dc"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dc"> <span class="label">[dc]</span></a>——<i>Enrico.</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_388" id="Footnote_388"></a><a href="#FNanchor_388"> +<p><a id="Footnote_388"></a><a href="#FNanchor_388"> <span class="label">[388]</span></a> [According to Sanudo (<i>Vitæ Ducum Venetorum, apud</i> Muratori, <i>Rerum Ital. Script</i>., 1733, xxii. 529), it was Ser Pantaleone Barbo who intervened, when (A.D. 1204) the election to the Empire of @@ -21722,11 +21677,11 @@ Constantinople lay between the Doge "Arrigo Dandolo" and "Conte Baldovino di Fiandra."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dd" id="Footnote_dd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dd"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dd"> <span class="label">[dd]</span></a> <a id="Note_354"></a>{354}——<i>in olden days.</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_389" id="Footnote_389"></a><a href="#FNanchor_389"> +<p><a id="Footnote_389"></a><a href="#FNanchor_389"> <span class="label">[389]</span></a> <a id="Note_356"></a>{356}[According to the much earlier, and, presumably, more historical narrative of Lorenzo de Monaci, Bertuccio Isarello was not chief of the <i>Arsenalotti</i>, but simply the patron, that is the owner, of @@ -21741,7 +21696,7 @@ Girello, which has been substituted for that of Israel Bertuccio, is a corruption of Isarello.—<i>La Congiura</i>, p. 74.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_390" id="Footnote_390"></a><a href="#FNanchor_390"> +<p><a id="Footnote_390"></a><a href="#FNanchor_390"> <span class="label">[390]</span></a> [The island of Sapienza lies about nine miles to the north-west of Capo Gallo, in the Morea. The battle in which the Venetians under Nicolò Pisani were defeated by the Genoese under @@ -21749,14 +21704,14 @@ Paganino Doria was fought November 4, 1354. (See <i>Venice, an Historical Sketch</i>, by Horatio F. Brown, 1893, p. 201.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_391" id="Footnote_391"></a><a href="#FNanchor_391"> +<p><a id="Footnote_391"></a><a href="#FNanchor_391"> <span class="label">[391]</span></a><a id="Note_357"></a>{357} An historical fact. See Marin Sanuto's <i>Lives of the Doges</i>. ["Sanuto says that Heaven took away his senses for this buffet, and induced him to conspire:—'Però fu permesso che il Faliero perdesse l'intelletto.'"—<i>B. Letters</i> (<i>Works, etc.</i>, 1832, xii. 82. note 1).</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_392" id="Footnote_392"></a><a href="#FNanchor_392"> +<p><a id="Footnote_392"></a><a href="#FNanchor_392"> <span class="label">[392]</span></a> <a id="Note_358"></a>{358}["The number of their constant Workmen is 1200; and all these Artificers have a Superior Officer called <i>Amiraglio</i>, who commands the <i>Bucentaure</i> on Ascension Day, when the Duke goes in state @@ -21772,12 +21727,12 @@ Government of Venice</i>, written in the year 1675, by the Sieur Amelott de la Houssaie, London, 1677, p. 63.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_393" id="Footnote_393"></a><a href="#FNanchor_393"> +<p><a id="Footnote_393"></a><a href="#FNanchor_393"> <span class="label">[393]</span></a> [<i>Vide ante</i>, <a href="#Footnote_389">p. 356, note 1</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_394" id="Footnote_394"></a><a href="#FNanchor_394"> +<p><a id="Footnote_394"></a><a href="#FNanchor_394"> <span class="label">[394]</span></a> <a id="Note_360"></a>{360}[The famous measure known as the closing of the Great Council was carried into force during the Dogeship (1289-1311) of Pietro Gradenigo. On the last day of February, 1297, a law was proposed and @@ -21799,7 +21754,7 @@ itself more and more upon a purely oligarchical basis."—<i>Venice, an Historical Sketch</i>, by Horatio F. Brown, 1893, pp. 162-164.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_395" id="Footnote_395"></a><a href="#FNanchor_395"> +<p><a id="Footnote_395"></a><a href="#FNanchor_395"> <span class="label">[395]</span></a> <a id="Note_362"></a>{362}[To "partake" this or that is an obsolete construction, but rests on the authority of Dryden and other writers of the period. Byron's "have partook" cannot come under the head of "good, @@ -21807,7 +21762,7 @@ sterling, genuine English"! (See letter to Murray, October 8, 1820, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 89.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_396" id="Footnote_396"></a><a href="#FNanchor_396"> +<p><a id="Footnote_396"></a><a href="#FNanchor_396"> <span class="label">[396]</span></a> <a id="Note_363"></a>{363}[The bells of San Marco were never rung but by order of the Doge. One of the pretexts for ringing this alarm was to have been an announcement of the appearance of a Genoese fleet off the Lagune. @@ -21818,7 +21773,7 @@ for tolling the bells of San Marco." (See, too, <i>Sketches from Venetian History, 1831, i. 266, note.</i>)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_397" id="Footnote_397"></a><a href="#FNanchor_397"> +<p><a id="Footnote_397"></a><a href="#FNanchor_397"> <span class="label">[397]</span></a> ["Le Conseil des Dix avail ses prisons speciales dites <i>camerotti</i>; celles non officiellement appelées les <i>pozzi</i> et les <i>piombi</i>, les puits et les plombs, étaient de son redoubtable domaine. @@ -21833,7 +21788,7 @@ stanza i. line 1 (and <i>The Two Foscari</i>, act iv. sc. 1), <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 327, note 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_398" id="Footnote_398"></a><a href="#FNanchor_398"> +<p><a id="Footnote_398"></a><a href="#FNanchor_398"> <span class="label">[398]</span></a> <a id="Note_365"></a>{365}[For "Sapienza," <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_356">p. 356</a>. According to the genealogies, Marin Falier, by his first wife, had a daughter Lucia, @@ -21841,7 +21796,7 @@ who was married to Franceschino Giustiniani; but there is no record of a son. (See <i>La Congiura</i>, p. 21.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_399" id="Footnote_399"></a><a href="#FNanchor_399"> +<p><a id="Footnote_399"></a><a href="#FNanchor_399"> <span class="label">[399]</span></a> <a id="Note_366"></a>{366}["The Doges were all <i>buried</i> in <i>St. Mark's before</i> Faliero: it is singular that when his predecessor, <i>Andrea Dandolo</i>, died, the Ten made a law that <i>all</i> the <i>future Doges</i> should be <i>buried @@ -21857,14 +21812,14 @@ pers</i>.—they having been real existences."—Letter to Murray, Octob till 1832.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_400" id="Footnote_400"></a><a href="#FNanchor_400"> +<p><a id="Footnote_400"></a><a href="#FNanchor_400"> <span class="label">[400]</span></a> A gondola is not like a common boat, but is as easily rowed with one oar as with two (though, of course, not so swiftly), and often is so from motives of privacy; and, since the decay of Venice, of economy.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_401" id="Footnote_401"></a><a href="#FNanchor_401"> +<p><a id="Footnote_401"></a><a href="#FNanchor_401"> <span class="label">[401]</span></a> <a id="Note_367"></a>{367}["What Gifford says (of the first act) is very consolatory. 'English, sterling <i>genuine English</i>,' is a desideratum amongst you, and I am glad that I have got so much left; though Heaven @@ -21876,7 +21831,7 @@ are right Venetian."—Letters to Murray, Sept. 11, Oct. 8, 1820, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 75-89.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_402" id="Footnote_402"></a><a href="#FNanchor_402"> +<p><a id="Footnote_402"></a><a href="#FNanchor_402"> <span class="label">[402]</span></a> [Byron admits (<i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_340">p. 340</a>) that the character of the "Dogaressa" is more or less his own creation. It may be remarked @@ -21914,58 +21869,50 @@ most pure of virtues, and the most odious of vices" (<i>Blackwood's Edin. Mag.</i>, August, 1819), and here was an "answer to his accusers!"]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_403" id="Footnote_403"></a><a href="#FNanchor_403"> +<p><a id="Footnote_403"></a><a href="#FNanchor_403"> <span class="label">[403]</span></a> <a id="Note_368"></a>{368}[The exact date of Marin Falier's birth is a matter of conjecture, but there is reason to believe that he Was under seventy-five years of age at the time of the conspiracy. The date assigned is 1280-1285 A.D.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_de" id="Footnote_de"></a><a href="#FNanchor_de"> +<p><a id="Footnote_de"></a><a href="#FNanchor_de"> <span class="label">[de]</span></a> <a id="Note_369"></a>{369}——<i>has he been doomed?</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_404" id="Footnote_404"></a><a href="#FNanchor_404"> +<p><a id="Footnote_404"></a><a href="#FNanchor_404"> <span class="label">[404]</span></a> <a id="Note_370"></a>{370}[According to Dio Cassius, the last words of Brutus were, -<span title="Ô~) tlê~mon a)retê/, lo/gos a)/r' ê~)sth' [a)/llôs]">Ὦ -τλῆμον ἀρετή, -λόγος ἄρ᾽ -ἦσθ᾽ [ἄλλως]</span>, - -<span title="e)gô\ de\ ô(s e(/rgôn ê(/skoun' sy\ d' a)r' e)dou/leues ty/chê"> -ἐγὼ δὲ ὡς ἕργων ἥσκουν' -σὺ δ᾽ ἀρ᾽ ἐδούλευες -τύχῃ</span>—<i>Hist. Rom.</i>, lib. xlvii. c. 49, ed. v., P. +<span title="Ô~) tlê~mon a)retê/, lo/gos a)/r' ê~)sth' [a)/llôs]">Ὦ τλῆμον ἀρετή, λόγος ἄρ᾽ ἦσθ᾽ [ἄλλως], ἐγὼ δὲ ὡς ἕργων ἥσκουν' σὺ δ᾽ ἀρ᾽ ἐδούλευες τύχῃ</span>—<i>Hist. Rom.</i>, lib. xlvii. c. 49, ed. v., P. Boissevain, 1898, ii. 246.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_df" id="Footnote_df"></a><a href="#FNanchor_df"> +<p><a id="Footnote_df"></a><a href="#FNanchor_df"> <span class="label">[df]</span></a> <a id="Note_375"></a>{375} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Doth Heaven forgive her own? is Satan saved?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But be it so?</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Doth Heaven forgive her own? is Satan saved?</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But be it so?</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_405" id="Footnote_405"></a><a href="#FNanchor_405"> +<p><a id="Footnote_405"></a><a href="#FNanchor_405"> <span class="label">[405]</span></a> [There is no MS. authority for "From wrath eternal."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dg" id="Footnote_dg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dg"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dg"> <span class="label">[dg]</span></a> <i>Oh do not speak thus rashly</i>.-[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_406" id="Footnote_406"></a><a href="#FNanchor_406"> +<p><a id="Footnote_406"></a><a href="#FNanchor_406"> <span class="label">[406]</span></a> <a id="Note_377"></a>{377} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["Beg Heaven to cleanse the leprosy of lust."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["Beg Heaven to cleanse the leprosy of lust."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>'Tis Pity she's a Whore</i>, by John Ford. Lamb's <i>Dramatic Poets</i>, 1835, i. 265.] @@ -21973,23 +21920,23 @@ i. 265.] </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_407" id="Footnote_407"></a><a href="#FNanchor_407"> +<p><a id="Footnote_407"></a><a href="#FNanchor_407"> <span class="label">[407]</span></a> <a id="Note_378"></a>{378}[The Dogaressa Aluica was the daughter of Nicolò Gradenigo. It was the Doge who inherited the "blood of Loredano" through his mother Beriola.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_408" id="Footnote_408"></a><a href="#FNanchor_408"> +<p><a id="Footnote_408"></a><a href="#FNanchor_408"> <span class="label">[408]</span></a> <a id="Note_381"></a>{381}[The lines "and the hour hastens" to "whate'er may urge" are not in the MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dh" id="Footnote_dh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dh"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dh"> <span class="label">[dh]</span></a> <a id="Note_382"></a>{382} <i>Where Death sits throned</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_409" id="Footnote_409"></a><a href="#FNanchor_409"> +<p><a id="Footnote_409"></a><a href="#FNanchor_409"> <span class="label">[409]</span></a> [Filippo Calendario, who is known to have been one of the principal conspirators, was a master stone-cutter, who worked as a sculptor, and ranked as such. The tradition, to which Byron does not @@ -22002,13 +21949,13 @@ a <i>tagliapietra</i>, however eminent, to act on his own responsibility.—<i>La Congiura</i>, pp. 76, 77.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_410" id="Footnote_410"></a><a href="#FNanchor_410"> +<p><a id="Footnote_410"></a><a href="#FNanchor_410"> <span class="label">[410]</span></a> <a id="Note_383"></a>{383}[The <i>sbirri</i> were constables, officers of the police magistrates, the <i>signori di notte</i>. The Italians have a saying, <i>Dir le sue ragioni agli sbirri</i>, that is, to argue with a policeman.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_411" id="Footnote_411"></a><a href="#FNanchor_411"> +<p><a id="Footnote_411"></a><a href="#FNanchor_411"> <span class="label">[411]</span></a> <a id="Note_384"></a>{384}["It was concerted that sixteen or seventeen leaders should be stationed in various parts of the city, each being at the head of forty men, armed and prepared; but the followers were not to know @@ -22016,7 +21963,7 @@ their destination."—See translation of Sanudo's <i>Narrative</i>, <i>post</i>, <a href="#Page_464">p. 464</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_412" id="Footnote_412"></a><a href="#FNanchor_412"> +<p><a id="Footnote_412"></a><a href="#FNanchor_412"> <span class="label">[412]</span></a> [In the earlier chronicles Beltramo is named Vendrame. He was, according to some authorities, <i>compare</i> with Lioni, <i>i.e.</i> a co-sponsor of the same godchild. Signor Lazzarino (<i>La Congiura</i>, p. 90 @@ -22030,36 +21977,36 @@ one of the "Zonta" of twenty who were elected as assessors to the Ten, to try the Doge of high treason against the Republic.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_413" id="Footnote_413"></a><a href="#FNanchor_413"> +<p><a id="Footnote_413"></a><a href="#FNanchor_413"> <span class="label">[413]</span></a> <a id="Note_386"></a>{386}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"If we should fail,——We fail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But screw your courage to the sticking-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we'll not fail."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If we should fail,——We fail.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But screw your courage to the sticking-place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And we'll not fail."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Macbeth</i>, act i. sc. 7, lines 59-61.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_di" id="Footnote_di"></a><a href="#FNanchor_di"> +<p><a id="Footnote_di"></a><a href="#FNanchor_di"> <span class="label">[di]</span></a> <i>In a great cause the block may soak their gore</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dj" id="Footnote_dj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dj"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dj"> <span class="label">[dj]</span></a> <i>If Brutus had not lived? He failed in giving</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_414" id="Footnote_414"></a><a href="#FNanchor_414"> +<p><a id="Footnote_414"></a><a href="#FNanchor_414"> <span class="label">[414]</span></a> [At the battle of Philippi, B.C. 42, Brutus lamented over the body of Cassius, and called him the "last of the Romans."—Plutarch's <i>Lives</i>, "Marcus Brutus," Langhorne's translation, 1838, p. 686.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_415" id="Footnote_415"></a><a href="#FNanchor_415"> +<p><a id="Footnote_415"></a><a href="#FNanchor_415"> <span class="label">[415]</span></a> [The citizens of Aquileia and Padua fled before the invasion of Attila, and retired to the Isle of Gradus, and Rivus Altus, or Rialto. Theodoric's minister, Cassiodorus, who describes the @@ -22069,24 +22016,24 @@ nests on the bosom of the waves." (See Gibbon's <i>Decline and Fall, etc.</i>, 1825, ii. 375, note 6, and 376, notes 1, 2.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_416" id="Footnote_416"></a><a href="#FNanchor_416"> +<p><a id="Footnote_416"></a><a href="#FNanchor_416"> <span class="label">[416]</span></a> [<i>Mal bigatto</i>, "vile silkworm," is a term of contempt and reproach = "uomo de maligna intenzione," a knave.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_417" id="Footnote_417"></a><a href="#FNanchor_417"> +<p><a id="Footnote_417"></a><a href="#FNanchor_417"> <span class="label">[417]</span></a> <a id="Note_388"></a>{388}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"I'll make assurance double sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take a bond of fate."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'll make assurance double sure,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And take a bond of fate."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Macbeth</i>, act iv. sc. I, lines 83, 84.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_418" id="Footnote_418"></a><a href="#FNanchor_418"> +<p><a id="Footnote_418"></a><a href="#FNanchor_418"> <span class="label">[418]</span></a> <a id="Note_390"></a> {390}[For Byron's correction of this statement, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_366">p. 366</a>. The monument of the Doge Vitale Falier (d. 1096) "was at @@ -22096,28 +22043,28 @@ in the Atrio of St. Mark's. See, too, <i>Venetia città nobilissima ... descritta da F. Sansovino</i>, 1663, pp. 96, 556.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dk" id="Footnote_dk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dk"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dk"> <span class="label">[dk]</span></a> <i>We thought to make our peers and not our masters</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dl" id="Footnote_dl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dl"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dl"> <span class="label">[dl]</span></a>——<i>merit such requital</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_419" id="Footnote_419"></a><a href="#FNanchor_419"> +<p><a id="Footnote_419"></a><a href="#FNanchor_419"> <span class="label">[419]</span></a> <a id="Note_391"></a>{391}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"I have set my life upon a cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will stand the hazard of the die."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I have set my life upon a cast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I will stand the hazard of the die."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Richard III</i>., act v. sc. 4, lines 9, 10.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_420" id="Footnote_420"></a><a href="#FNanchor_420"> +<p><a id="Footnote_420"></a><a href="#FNanchor_420"> <span class="label">[420]</span></a> <a id="Note_392"></a>{392}["The equestrian statue of which I have made mention in the third act as before the church, is not ... of a Faliero, but of some other now obsolete warrior, although of a later date."—<i>Vide @@ -22128,22 +22075,22 @@ arts....The handsome marble pedestal is lofty, supported and flanked by composite columns."—<i>Handbook: Northern Italy</i>, p. 374.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dm" id="Footnote_dm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dm"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dm"> <span class="label">[dm]</span></a> <a id="Note_393"></a>{393} <i>Nor dwindle to a cut-throat without shuddering</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dn" id="Footnote_dn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dn"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dn"> <span class="label">[dn]</span></a> <i>A scourged mechanic</i>——.—[MS. M.] <i>A roused mechanic</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_421" id="Footnote_421"></a><a href="#FNanchor_421"> +<p><a id="Footnote_421"></a><a href="#FNanchor_421"> <span class="label">[421]</span></a> <a id="Note_394"></a> {394} An historical fact. [See Appendix A, <a href="#Page_464">p. 464</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_do" id="Footnote_do"></a><a href="#FNanchor_do"> +<p><a id="Footnote_do"></a><a href="#FNanchor_do"> <span class="label">[do]</span></a> </p> <p> @@ -22157,47 +22104,47 @@ mechanic</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dp" id="Footnote_dp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dp"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dp"> <span class="label">[dp]</span></a> <a id="Note_397"></a>{397} <i>We are all lost in wonder</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dq" id="Footnote_dq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dq"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dq"> <span class="label">[dq]</span></a>——<i>of our splendid City</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_422" id="Footnote_422"></a><a href="#FNanchor_422"> +<p><a id="Footnote_422"></a><a href="#FNanchor_422"> <span class="label">[422]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza i. line 9, and <i>var</i>. i.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dr" id="Footnote_dr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dr"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dr"> <span class="label">[dr]</span></a> <a id="Note_398"></a>{398} <i>But all the worst sins of the Spartan state</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ds" id="Footnote_ds"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ds"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ds"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ds"> <span class="label">[ds]</span></a> <i>The Lords of old Laconia</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_423" id="Footnote_423"></a><a href="#FNanchor_423"> +<p><a id="Footnote_423"></a><a href="#FNanchor_423"> <span class="label">[423]</span></a> <a id="Note_399"></a>{399}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A king of shreds and patches."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A king of shreds and patches."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Hamlet</i>, act iii. sc. 4, line 102.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_424" id="Footnote_424"></a><a href="#FNanchor_424"> +<p><a id="Footnote_424"></a><a href="#FNanchor_424"> <span class="label">[424]</span></a> ["The members of the Ten (<i>Il Cousiglio de' Dieci</i>) were elected in the Great Council for one year only, and were not re-eligible for the year after they had held office. Every month the Ten elected @@ -22214,7 +22161,7 @@ case as it arose."—<i>Venice, an Historical Sketch</i>, by Horatio F. Brow Baschet, 1870, p. 525.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_425" id="Footnote_425"></a><a href="#FNanchor_425"> +<p><a id="Footnote_425"></a><a href="#FNanchor_425"> <span class="label">[425]</span></a> <a id="Note_400"></a>{400}[The chronicles are silent as to any embassy or commission from the Republic to Rhodes or Cyprus in which Marin Falier held office or took any part whatever. Cyprus did not pass into the @@ -22222,55 +22169,55 @@ hands of Venice till 1489, and Rhodes was held by the Knights of St. John till 1522.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_426" id="Footnote_426"></a><a href="#FNanchor_426"> +<p><a id="Footnote_426"></a><a href="#FNanchor_426"> <span class="label">[426]</span></a> <a id="Note_401"></a>{401}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"We have scotched the snake, not killed it."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We have scotched the snake, not killed it."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Macbeth, act iii. sc. II, line 13.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dt" id="Footnote_dt"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dt"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dt"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dt"> <span class="label">[dt]</span></a> <a id="Note_402"></a>{402} <i>Fought by my side, and John Grimani shared.</i>—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_427" id="Footnote_427"></a><a href="#FNanchor_427"> +<p><a id="Footnote_427"></a><a href="#FNanchor_427"> <span class="label">[427]</span></a> [Marc Cornaro did not "share" his Genoese, but his Hungarian embassy.—<i>M. Faliero Avanti il Dogado: Archivio Veneto</i>, 1893, vol. v. pt. i. p. 144.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_du" id="Footnote_du"></a><a href="#FNanchor_du"> +<p><a id="Footnote_du"></a><a href="#FNanchor_du"> <span class="label">[du]</span></a> <a id="Note_403"></a>{403} <i>My mission to the Pope; I saved the life.</i>—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dv" id="Footnote_dv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dv"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dv"> <span class="label">[dv]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bear witness with me! ye who hear and know,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And feel our mutual mass of many wrongs.</i>—[MS. M. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bear witness with me! ye who hear and know,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And feel our mutual mass of many wrongs.</i>—[MS. M. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_428" id="Footnote_428"></a><a href="#FNanchor_428"> +<p><a id="Footnote_428"></a><a href="#FNanchor_428"> <span class="label">[428]</span></a> <a id="Note_404"></a>{404}[The Italian Oimé recalls the Latin <i>Hei mihi</i> and the Greek <span title="Oi~moi">Οῖμοι</span>]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_429" id="Footnote_429"></a><a href="#FNanchor_429"> +<p><a id="Footnote_429"></a><a href="#FNanchor_429"> <span class="label">[429]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hope sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hope sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away?"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza cxxxv. lines 5, 6. @@ -22280,8 +22227,8 @@ And— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The beings which surrounded him were gone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or were at war with him."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The beings which surrounded him were gone.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or were at war with him."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Dream</i>, sect. viii. lines 3, 4, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_40">p. 40</a>] @@ -22289,20 +22236,20 @@ And— </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dw" id="Footnote_dw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dw"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dw"> <span class="label">[dw]</span></a> <i>Sate grinning Mockery</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dx" id="Footnote_dx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dx"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dx"> <span class="label">[dx]</span></a> <a id="Note_405"></a>{405} <i>The feelings they abused</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dy" id="Footnote_dy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dy"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dy"> <span class="label">[dy]</span></a>——<i>and then perish</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_dz" id="Footnote_dz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dz"> +<p><a id="Footnote_dz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_dz"> <span class="label">[dz]</span></a> <a id="Note_406"></a>{406} </p><p> <i>Nor turn aside to strike at such a</i> @@ -22315,32 +22262,32 @@ M.]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ea" id="Footnote_ea"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ea"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ea"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ea"> <span class="label">[ea]</span></a> <a id="Note_407"></a>{407} <i>You are a patriot, plebeian Gracchus</i>.—[Ed. 1832.] (MS., and First Edition, 1821, insert "a.")</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_430" id="Footnote_430"></a><a href="#FNanchor_430"> +<p><a id="Footnote_430"></a><a href="#FNanchor_430"> <span class="label">[430]</span></a> [Compare "Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation."—I <i>Henry IV</i>., act i. sc. 2, lines 101, 102.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_eb" id="Footnote_eb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eb"> +<p><a id="Footnote_eb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eb"> <span class="label">[eb]</span></a> <a id="Note_409"></a>{409}<i>To this now shackled</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_431" id="Footnote_431"></a><a href="#FNanchor_431"> +<p><a id="Footnote_431"></a><a href="#FNanchor_431"> <span class="label">[431]</span></a> <a id="Note_410"></a>{410}[Byron told Medwin that he wrote "Lioni's soliloquy one moonlight night, after coming from the Benzoni's."—<i>Conversations</i>, 1824, p. 177.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ec" id="Footnote_ec"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ec"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ec"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ec"> <span class="label">[ec]</span></a> <i>High o'er the music</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_432" id="Footnote_432"></a><a href="#FNanchor_432"> +<p><a id="Footnote_432"></a><a href="#FNanchor_432"> <span class="label">[432]</span></a> <a id="Note_411"></a>{411}["At present, I am on the invalid regimen myself. The Carnival—that is, the latter part of it, and sitting up late o' nights, had knocked me up a little.... The mumming closed with a masked ball at @@ -22350,40 +22297,40 @@ sword wearing out the scabbard,' though I have but just turned the corner of twenty-nine. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"So we'll go no more a roving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So late into the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though the heart be still as loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the moon be still as bright.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"So we'll go no more a roving<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So late into the night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though the heart be still as loving,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the moon be still as bright.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For the sword outwears its sheath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the soul wears out the breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heart must pause to breathe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Love itself have rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For the sword outwears its sheath,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the soul wears out the breast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the heart must pause to breathe,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Love itself have rest.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Though the night was made for loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the day returns too soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet we'll go no more a roving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the light of the moon."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Though the night was made for loving,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the day returns too soon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet we'll go no more a roving<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By the light of the moon."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Letter to Moore, February 28, 1817, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 59.]</p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ed" id="Footnote_ed"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ed"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ed"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ed"> <span class="label">[ed]</span></a> <a id="Note_412"></a>{412} <i>Suggesting dreams or unseen Symmetry</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ee" id="Footnote_ee"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ee"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ee"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ee"> <span class="label">[ee]</span></a> <i>Which give their glitter lack, and the vast Æther</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ef" id="Footnote_ef"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ef"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ef"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ef"> <span class="label">[ef]</span></a>——<i>seaborn palaces</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_433" id="Footnote_433"></a><a href="#FNanchor_433"> +<p><a id="Footnote_433"></a><a href="#FNanchor_433"> <span class="label">[433]</span></a> <a id="Note_413"></a>{413}[Compare "What, ma'amselle, don't you remember Ludovico, who rowed the Cavaliero's gondola at the last regatta, and won the prize? and who used to sing such sweet verses about Orlando's ... @@ -22392,7 +22339,7 @@ of Udolpho</i>, by Anne Radcliffe, 1882, p. 195. Compare, too, <i>Beppo</i>, stanza xv. lines 1-6, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_164">p. 164</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_434" id="Footnote_434"></a><a href="#FNanchor_434"> +<p><a id="Footnote_434"></a><a href="#FNanchor_434"> <span class="label">[434]</span></a> [Compare "The gondolas gliding down the canals are like coffins or cradles ... At night the darkness reveals the tiny lanterns which guide these boats, and they look like shadows passing by, lit by @@ -22401,8 +22348,8 @@ love."—<i>Corinne or Italy</i>, by Madame de Staël, 1888, pp. 279, 28 Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And silent rows the songless Gondolier."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And silent rows the songless Gondolier."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza iii. lines 1, 2, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. note 3.] @@ -22410,108 +22357,108 @@ Compare, too— </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_eg" id="Footnote_eg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eg"> +<p><a id="Footnote_eg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eg"> <span class="label">[eg]</span></a>——<i>or towering spire</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_eh" id="Footnote_eh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eh"> +<p><a id="Footnote_eh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eh"> <span class="label">[eh]</span></a>——<i>at this moment</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ei" id="Footnote_ei"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ei"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ei"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ei"> <span class="label">[ei]</span></a> <a id="Note_414"></a>{414}——<i>Has he no name?</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ej" id="Footnote_ej"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ej"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ej"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ej"> <span class="label">[ej]</span></a> <i>His voice and carriage</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ek" id="Footnote_ek"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ek"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ek"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ek"> <span class="label">[ek]</span></a> <a id="Note_415"></a>{415} <i>If so withdraw and fly and tell me not</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_el" id="Footnote_el"></a><a href="#FNanchor_el"> +<p><a id="Footnote_el"></a><a href="#FNanchor_el"> <span class="label">[el]</span></a> <a id="Note_416"></a>{416}<i>Good I would now requite</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_em" id="Footnote_em"></a><a href="#FNanchor_em"> +<p><a id="Footnote_em"></a><a href="#FNanchor_em"> <span class="label">[em]</span></a> <i>Remain at home</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_en" id="Footnote_en"></a><a href="#FNanchor_en"> +<p><a id="Footnote_en"></a><a href="#FNanchor_en"> <span class="label">[en]</span></a> <a id="Note_417"></a>{417} <i>Why what hast thou to gainsay of the Senate?</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_eo" id="Footnote_eo"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eo"> +<p><a id="Footnote_eo"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eo"> <span class="label">[eo]</span></a> <i>On the accursed tyranny which taints.</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ep" id="Footnote_ep"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ep"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ep"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ep"> <span class="label">[ep]</span></a> <a id="Note_418"></a>{418} <i>I would not draw my breath</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_435" id="Footnote_435"></a><a href="#FNanchor_435"> +<p><a id="Footnote_435"></a><a href="#FNanchor_435"> <span class="label">[435]</span></a> <a id="Note_419"></a>{419}[If Gifford had been at the pains to <i>read</i> Byron's manuscripts, or revise the proofs, he would surely have pointed out, if he had not ventured to amend, his bad grammar.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_436" id="Footnote_436"></a><a href="#FNanchor_436"> +<p><a id="Footnote_436"></a><a href="#FNanchor_436"> <span class="label">[436]</span></a> <a id="Note_421"></a>{421} The Doge's family palace.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_eq" id="Footnote_eq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eq"> +<p><a id="Footnote_eq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eq"> <span class="label">[eq]</span></a> <a id="Note_422"></a>{422} <i>A Loredano</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_437" id="Footnote_437"></a><a href="#FNanchor_437"> +<p><a id="Footnote_437"></a><a href="#FNanchor_437"> <span class="label">[437]</span></a> [Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xiv. line 3, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, ii. 339, note i.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_438" id="Footnote_438"></a><a href="#FNanchor_438"> +<p><a id="Footnote_438"></a><a href="#FNanchor_438"> <span class="label">[438]</span></a> <a id="Note_423"></a>{423}[Compare "Themistocles was sacrificing on the deck of the admiral-galley."—<i>Plutarch's Lives</i>, Langhorne, 1838, p. 89.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_439" id="Footnote_439"></a><a href="#FNanchor_439"> +<p><a id="Footnote_439"></a><a href="#FNanchor_439"> <span class="label">[439]</span></a> [For Timoleon, who first saved, and afterwards slew his brother Timophanes, for aiming at sovereignty, see <i>The Siege of Corinth</i>, line 59, note 1, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 452.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_er" id="Footnote_er"></a><a href="#FNanchor_er"> +<p><a id="Footnote_er"></a><a href="#FNanchor_er"> <span class="label">[er]</span></a> <a id="Note_424"></a>{424} <i>The night is clearing from the sky</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_440" id="Footnote_440"></a><a href="#FNanchor_440"> +<p><a id="Footnote_440"></a><a href="#FNanchor_440"> <span class="label">[440]</span></a> [For the use of "dapple" as an intransitive verb, compare <i>Mazeppa</i>, xvi. line 646, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_227">p. 227</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_es" id="Footnote_es"></a><a href="#FNanchor_es"> +<p><a id="Footnote_es"></a><a href="#FNanchor_es"> <span class="label">[es]</span></a>——<i>Now—now to business</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_et" id="Footnote_et"></a><a href="#FNanchor_et"> +<p><a id="Footnote_et"></a><a href="#FNanchor_et"> <span class="label">[et]</span></a> <a id="Note_425"></a>{425} <i>The signal</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.] </p><p> <i>The storm-clock</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_441" id="Footnote_441"></a><a href="#FNanchor_441"> +<p><a id="Footnote_441"></a><a href="#FNanchor_441"> <span class="label">[441]</span></a> ["'Tis done ... unerring beak" (six lines), not in MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_442" id="Footnote_442"></a><a href="#FNanchor_442"> +<p><a id="Footnote_442"></a><a href="#FNanchor_442"> <span class="label">[442]</span></a> [Byron had forgotten the dictum of the artist Reinagle, that "eagles and all birds of prey attack with their talons and not with their beaks" (see <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza xviii. line 6, @@ -22519,26 +22466,26 @@ their beaks" (see <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto III. stanza xviii. line 6, that eagles attack with their beaks as well as their talons.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_443" id="Footnote_443"></a><a href="#FNanchor_443"> +<p><a id="Footnote_443"></a><a href="#FNanchor_443"> <span class="label">[443]</span></a> [<i>Vide ante</i>, <a href="#Footnote_403">p. 368, note 1</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_eu" id="Footnote_eu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eu"> +<p><a id="Footnote_eu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_eu"> <span class="label">[eu]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">——<i>ten thousand caps were flung</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Into the air and thrice ten</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">——<i>ten thousand caps were flung</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Into the air and thrice ten</i>——.—[MS. M. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_444" id="Footnote_444"></a><a href="#FNanchor_444"> +<p><a id="Footnote_444"></a><a href="#FNanchor_444"> <span class="label">[444]</span></a> <a id="Note_426"></a>{426}[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xii. line 8, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 337.] @@ -22546,7 +22493,7 @@ ii. 337.] </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ev" id="Footnote_ev"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ev"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ev"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ev"> <span class="label">[ev]</span></a> </p><p> <i>Where swings the sullen</i> @@ -22559,7 +22506,7 @@ ii. 337.] </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_445" id="Footnote_445"></a><a href="#FNanchor_445"> +<p><a id="Footnote_445"></a><a href="#FNanchor_445"> <span class="label">[445]</span></a> <a id="Note_427"></a>{427} "I Signori di Notte" held an important charge in the old republic. [The surveillance of the "sestieri" was assigned to the "Collegio dei Signori di notte al criminal." Six in all, they were at @@ -22567,7 +22514,7 @@ once police magistrates and superintendents of police. (See Cappelletti, <i>Storia, etc.</i>, 1856, ii. 293.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_446" id="Footnote_446"></a><a href="#FNanchor_446"> +<p><a id="Footnote_446"></a><a href="#FNanchor_446"> <span class="label">[446]</span></a> [The Doge overstates his authority. He could not preside without his Council "in the <i>Maggior Consiglio</i>, or in the Senate, or in the College; but four ducal councillors had the power to preside without @@ -22576,33 +22523,33 @@ his Council, but his Council might open despatches in the absence of the Doge."—<i>Venetian Studies</i>, by H. F. Brown, 1887, p. 189.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ew" id="Footnote_ew"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ew"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ew"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ew"> <span class="label">[ew]</span></a> <a id="Note_428"></a>{428} <i>That thus you dare assume a brigand's power.</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ex" id="Footnote_ex"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ex"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ex"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ex"> <span class="label">[ex]</span></a>——<i>storm-clock.</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_447" id="Footnote_447"></a><a href="#FNanchor_447"> +<p><a id="Footnote_447"></a><a href="#FNanchor_447"> <span class="label">[447]</span></a> [Byron may have had in his mind the "bell or clocke" (see <i>var.</i> ii.) in Southey's ballad of <i>The Inchcape Rock</i>. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over the waves its warning rung."]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And over the waves its warning rung."]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ey" id="Footnote_ey"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ey"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ey"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ey"> <span class="label">[ey]</span></a> <i>Or met some unforeseen and fatal obstacle.</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_448" id="Footnote_448"></a><a href="#FNanchor_448"> +<p><a id="Footnote_448"></a><a href="#FNanchor_448"> <span class="label">[448]</span></a> <a id="Note_430"></a>{430}[A translation of <i>Beltramo Bergamasco</i>, i.e. a native of the town and province of Bergamo, in the north of Italy. Compare "Comasco." Harlequin ... was a Bergamasc, and the @@ -22610,16 +22557,16 @@ personification of the manners, accent, and jargon of the inhabitants of the Val Brembana.—<i>Handbook: Northern Italy</i>, p. 240.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ez" id="Footnote_ez"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ez"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ez"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ez"> <span class="label">[ez]</span></a> <a id="Note_431"></a>{431} <i>While Manlius, who hurled back the Gauls</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fa" id="Footnote_fa"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fa"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fa"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fa"> <span class="label">[fa]</span></a> <i>The Grand Chancellor of the Ten</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_449" id="Footnote_449"></a><a href="#FNanchor_449"> +<p><a id="Footnote_449"></a><a href="#FNanchor_449"> <span class="label">[449]</span></a> ["In the notes to <i>Marino Faliero</i>, it may be as well to say that '<i>Benintende</i>' was not really of <i>the ten</i>, but merely <i>Grand Chancellor</i>—a separate office, though an important one: it was an @@ -22635,26 +22582,26 @@ Chief of the Ten; Luga da Lezze, "Inquisitore;" and Orio Pasqualigo, "Avogadore."—<i>La Congiura</i>, p. 104(2).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fb" id="Footnote_fb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fb"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fb"> <span class="label">[fb]</span></a> <a id="Note_432"></a>{432} <i>Venice</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fc" id="Footnote_fc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fc"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fc"> <span class="label">[fc]</span></a> <a id="Note_434"></a>{434} <i>There is no more to be wrung from these men</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_450" id="Footnote_450"></a><a href="#FNanchor_450"> +<p><a id="Footnote_450"></a><a href="#FNanchor_450"> <span class="label">[450]</span></a> "Giovedi grasso,"—"fat or greasy Thursday,"—which I cannot literally translate in the text, was the day.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_451" id="Footnote_451"></a><a href="#FNanchor_451"> +<p><a id="Footnote_451"></a><a href="#FNanchor_451"> <span class="label">[451]</span></a> <a id="Note_435"></a>{435} Historical fact. See Sanuto, Appendix, Note A [<i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_466">p. 466</a>].</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_452" id="Footnote_452"></a><a href="#FNanchor_452"> +<p><a id="Footnote_452"></a><a href="#FNanchor_452"> <span class="label">[452]</span></a> <a id="Note_436"></a>{436}["I know what Foscolo means about Calendaro's <i>spitting</i> at Bertram: <i>that's</i> national—the <i>objection</i>, I mean. The Italians and French, with those 'flags of Abomination,' their pocket @@ -22665,7 +22612,7 @@ likely to feel this. Remember <i>Massinger</i>, and Kean's Sir Giles Overreach— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Lord! <i>thus</i> I <i>spit</i> at thee and thy Counsel!'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Lord! <i>thus</i> I <i>spit</i> at thee and thy Counsel!'"<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Letter to Murray, October 8, 1820, <i>Letters</i>, v. 1901, 89. @@ -22675,33 +22622,33 @@ Debts</i>, act v. sc. 1, "Lord! thus I spit at thee, and at thy counsel." Compare, too— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Merchant of Venice</i>, act i. sc. 3, lines 106, 107.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fd" id="Footnote_fd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fd"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fd"> <span class="label">[fd]</span></a> <a id="Note_437"></a>{437} <i>It is impending</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_453" id="Footnote_453"></a><a href="#FNanchor_453"> +<p><a id="Footnote_453"></a><a href="#FNanchor_453"> <span class="label">[453]</span></a> <a id="Note_438"></a>{438}["Is [Solon] cum interrogaretur, cur nullum supplicium constituisset in eum qui parentem necasset, respondit se id neminem facturum putasse."—Cicero, <i>Pro Sext. Roscio Amerino</i>, cap, 25.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_454" id="Footnote_454"></a><a href="#FNanchor_454"> +<p><a id="Footnote_454"></a><a href="#FNanchor_454"> <span class="label">[454]</span></a> ["Signory" is used loosely to denote the State or Government of Venice, not the "<i>collegio</i>" or "<i>Signoria Serenissima</i>."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_455" id="Footnote_455"></a><a href="#FNanchor_455"> +<p><a id="Footnote_455"></a><a href="#FNanchor_455"> <span class="label">[455]</span></a> [This statement is strictly historical. On the death of Andrea Dandolo (September 7, 1334) the <i>Maggior Consiglio</i> appointed a commission of five "savi" to correct and modify the "promissione," or @@ -22710,28 +22657,28 @@ designed to prevent the Doge from acting on his own initiative in matters of foreign policy.—<i>La Congiura</i>, pp. 30, 31.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_456" id="Footnote_456"></a><a href="#FNanchor_456"> +<p><a id="Footnote_456"></a><a href="#FNanchor_456"> <span class="label">[456]</span></a> <a id="Note_440"></a>{440}[Gelo is quoted as the type of a successful and beneficent tyrant held in honour by all posterity; Thrasybulus as a consistent advocate and successful champion of democracy.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_457" id="Footnote_457"></a><a href="#FNanchor_457"> +<p><a id="Footnote_457"></a><a href="#FNanchor_457"> <span class="label">[457]</span></a> [The lines from "I would have stood ... while living" are not in the MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fe" id="Footnote_fe"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fe"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fe"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fe"> <span class="label">[fe]</span></a> <i>There were no other ways for truth to pierce them</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ff" id="Footnote_ff"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ff"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ff"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ff"> <span class="label">[ff]</span></a> <a id="Note_441"></a>{441} <i>The torture for the exposure of the truth</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fg" id="Footnote_fg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fg"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fg"> <span class="label">[fg]</span></a> </p><p> <i>Noble Venetians!</i> @@ -22744,24 +22691,24 @@ truth</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_458" id="Footnote_458"></a><a href="#FNanchor_458"> +<p><a id="Footnote_458"></a><a href="#FNanchor_458"> <span class="label">[458]</span></a> The Venetian senate took the same title as the Roman, of "conscript fathers." [It was not, however, the Senate, the <i>Pregadi</i>, but the <i>Consiglio dei Dieci</i>, supplemented by the <i>Zonta</i> of Twenty, which tried and condemned the Doge.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fh" id="Footnote_fh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fh"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fh"> <span class="label">[fh]</span></a> <a id="Note_443"></a>{443} <i>He hath already granted his own guilt</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fi" id="Footnote_fi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fi"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fi"> <span class="label">[fi]</span></a> <i>He is a Sovereign and hath swayed the state</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_459" id="Footnote_459"></a><a href="#FNanchor_459"> +<p><a id="Footnote_459"></a><a href="#FNanchor_459"> <span class="label">[459]</span></a> <a id="Note_445"></a>{445}[The accepted spelling is "aerie." The word is said to be derived from the Latin <i>atrium</i>. The form <i>eyry</i>, or <i>eyrie</i>, was introduced by Spelman (<i>Gl</i>. 1664) to countenance an erroneous @@ -22769,32 +22716,32 @@ derivation from the Saxon <i>eghe</i>, an egg. <i>N. Eng. Dict.</i>, art. "aerie."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fj" id="Footnote_fj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fj"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fj"> <span class="label">[fj]</span></a> <i>Of his high aiery</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_460" id="Footnote_460"></a><a href="#FNanchor_460"> +<p><a id="Footnote_460"></a><a href="#FNanchor_460"> <span class="label">[460]</span></a> [<i>Vide</i> Suetonius, <i>De XII. Cæsaribus</i>, lib. iv. cap. 56, ed. 1691, p. 427. Angiolina might surely have omitted this particular instance of the avenging vigilance of "Great Nemesis."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_461" id="Footnote_461"></a><a href="#FNanchor_461"> +<p><a id="Footnote_461"></a><a href="#FNanchor_461"> <span class="label">[461]</span></a> <a id="Note_446"></a>{446}[The story is told in Plutarch's <i>Alexander</i>, cap. 38. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Thais led the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">To light him to his prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And like another Helen, fired another Troy."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;<br ></span> +<span class="i12">Thais led the way,<br ></span> +<span class="i12">To light him to his prey,<br ></span> +<span class="i1">And like another Helen, fired another Troy."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Dryden's <i>Alexanders Feast</i>, vi. lines 25-28.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_462" id="Footnote_462"></a><a href="#FNanchor_462"> +<p><a id="Footnote_462"></a><a href="#FNanchor_462"> <span class="label">[462]</span></a> [Byron's imagination was prone to dwell on the "earthworm's slimy brood." Compare <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto II. stanzas v., vi. Dallas (<i>Recollections of Lord Byron</i>, 1824, p. 124) once @@ -22805,19 +22752,19 @@ obdurate, "and the worms crept in and the worms crept out" as unpleasantly as heretofore.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fk" id="Footnote_fk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fk"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fk"> <span class="label">[fk]</span></a>——<i>you call your duty</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fl" id="Footnote_fl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fl"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fl"> <span class="label">[fl]</span></a> <a id="Note_447"></a>{447}——<i>never heard of</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fm" id="Footnote_fm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fm"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fm"> <span class="label">[fm]</span></a> <i>For this almost</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_463" id="Footnote_463"></a><a href="#FNanchor_463"> +<p><a id="Footnote_463"></a><a href="#FNanchor_463"> <span class="label">[463]</span></a> ["Hic est locus Marini Falethri, decapitati pro criminibus." Even more impressive is the significant omission of the minutes of the trial from the pages of the State Register. "The fourth @@ -22830,7 +22777,7 @@ written.'"—<i>Calendar of State Papers</i> ... in Venice, Preface by Rawdo Brown, 1864, i. xvii.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_464" id="Footnote_464"></a><a href="#FNanchor_464"> +<p><a id="Footnote_464"></a><a href="#FNanchor_464"> <span class="label">[464]</span></a> [Lines 500-507 were forwarded in a letter to Murray, dated Marzo, 1821 (<i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 261). According to Moore's footnote, "These lines—perhaps from some difficulty in introducing @@ -22842,7 +22789,7 @@ Moore, writing in 1830, did not note the almost immediate insertion of these remarkable lines.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_465" id="Footnote_465"></a><a href="#FNanchor_465"> +<p><a id="Footnote_465"></a><a href="#FNanchor_465"> <span class="label">[465]</span></a> <a id="Note_448"></a>{448}[The Council of Ten decided that the possessions of Faliero should be confiscated; but the "Signoria," as an act of grace, and <i>ob ducatûs reverentiam</i>, allowed him to dispose of 2000 "lire dei @@ -22851,72 +22798,72 @@ to the notary Piero de Compostelli, leaving the 2000 lire to his wife Aluica.—<i>La Congiura</i>, p. 105.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fn" id="Footnote_fn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fn"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fn"> <span class="label">[fn]</span></a> <a id="Note_449"></a>{449} <i>Of the house of Rizzando Caminese</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fo" id="Footnote_fo"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fo"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fo"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fo"> <span class="label">[fo]</span></a> <i>Have I aught else to undergo ere Death?</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_466" id="Footnote_466"></a><a href="#FNanchor_466"> +<p><a id="Footnote_466"></a><a href="#FNanchor_466"> <span class="label">[466]</span></a> <a id="Note_450"></a>{450}[The story as related by Sanudo is of doubtful authenticity, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Footnote_361">p. 332, note 1</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fp" id="Footnote_fp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fp"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fp"> <span class="label">[fp]</span></a> <a id="Note_451"></a>{451} <i>Until he rolled beneath</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fq" id="Footnote_fq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fq"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fq"> <span class="label">[fq]</span></a> <i>A madness of the heart shall rise within</i>.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_467" id="Footnote_467"></a><a href="#FNanchor_467"> +<p><a id="Footnote_467"></a><a href="#FNanchor_467"> <span class="label">[467]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I pull in resolution."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I pull in resolution."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Macbeth</i>, act v. sc. 5, line 42.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_468" id="Footnote_468"></a><a href="#FNanchor_468"> +<p><a id="Footnote_468"></a><a href="#FNanchor_468"> <span class="label">[468]</span></a> <a id="Note_452"></a>{452}[See the translation of Sanudo's narrative in Appendix, <a href="#Page_463">p. 463</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fr" id="Footnote_fr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fr"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fr"> <span class="label">[fr]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">——<i>whom I know</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To be as worthless as the dust they trample</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">——<i>whom I know</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To be as worthless as the dust they trample</i>.—[MS. M. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fs" id="Footnote_fs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fs"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fs"> <span class="label">[fs]</span></a> <a id="Note_453"></a>{453} <i>With unimpaired but not outrageous grief</i>.—[Alternative reading, MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_469" id="Footnote_469"></a><a href="#FNanchor_469"> +<p><a id="Footnote_469"></a><a href="#FNanchor_469"> <span class="label">[469]</span></a> <a id="Note_454"></a>{454}[An anachronism, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_336">p. 336</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ft" id="Footnote_ft"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ft"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ft"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ft"> <span class="label">[ft]</span></a> <i>I am glad to be so</i>——.—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_470" id="Footnote_470"></a><a href="#FNanchor_470"> +<p><a id="Footnote_470"></a><a href="#FNanchor_470"> <span class="label">[470]</span></a> This was the actual reply of Bailli, maire of Paris, to a Frenchman who made him the same reproach on his way to execution, in the earliest part of their revolution. I find in reading over (since the @@ -22939,12 +22886,12 @@ amid curses and bitter frost-rain! 'Bailly, thou tremblest,' said one. end had no mortal."—Carlyle's <i>French Revolution</i>, 1839, iii. 264.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fu" id="Footnote_fu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fu"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fu"> <span class="label">[fu]</span></a> <a id="Note_455"></a>{455} <i>Who makest and destroyest suns!</i>—[MS. M. Vide letter of February 2, 1821.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_471" id="Footnote_471"></a><a href="#FNanchor_471"> +<p><a id="Footnote_471"></a><a href="#FNanchor_471"> <span class="label">[471]</span></a> <a id="Note_456"></a>{456} [In his reply to the envoys of the Venetian Senate (April, 1797), Buonaparte threatened to "prove an Attila to Venice. If you cannot," he added, "disarm your population, I will do it in your @@ -22953,14 +22900,14 @@ pieces."—Scott's <i>Life of Napoleon Bonaparte</i>, 1828, p. 230. Compare, too, <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV. stanza xc. lines 1, 2— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The fool of false dominion—and a kind<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Of bastard Cæsar," etc.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The fool of false dominion—and a kind<br ></span> +<span class="i3">Of bastard Cæsar," etc.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_472" id="Footnote_472"></a><a href="#FNanchor_472"> +<p><a id="Footnote_472"></a><a href="#FNanchor_472"> <span class="label">[472]</span></a> Should the dramatic picture seem harsh, let the reader look to the historical of the period prophesied, or rather of the few years preceding that period. Voltaire calculated their "nostre bene @@ -23052,13 +22999,13 @@ satirist Pietro Buratti (1772-1832). (See <i>Poesie Veneziane</i>, by R. Barbiera, 1886, p. 209.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fv" id="Footnote_fv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fv"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fv"> <span class="label">[fv]</span></a> <a id="Note_457"></a>{457} </p><p> <i>Beggars for nobles</i>, <span style="font-size:200%;vertical-align:-0.2em;">{</span> <span style="vertical-align:1em;margin:auto 1em auto 0.5em;"><i>lazars</i></span> -<span style="vertical-align:auto;margin:auto 1em auto -3.5em;"><i>lepers</i></span> +<span style="margin:auto 1em auto -3.5em;"><i>lepers</i></span> <span style="vertical-align:-1em;margin:auto 1em auto -3.5em;"><i>wretches</i></span> <span style="font-size:200%;vertical-align:-0.2em;">}</span> <i>for a people</i>!—[MS. M.] @@ -23066,14 +23013,14 @@ Barbiera, 1886, p. 209.)]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_473" id="Footnote_473"></a><a href="#FNanchor_473"> +<p><a id="Footnote_473"></a><a href="#FNanchor_473"> <span class="label">[473]</span></a> The chief palaces on the Brenta now belong to the Jews; who in the earlier times of the republic were only allowed to inhabit Mestri, and not to enter the city of Venice. The whole commerce is in the hands of the Jews and Greeks, and the Huns form the garrison.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_474" id="Footnote_474"></a><a href="#FNanchor_474"> +<p><a id="Footnote_474"></a><a href="#FNanchor_474"> <span class="label">[474]</span></a> <a id="Note_458"></a>{458}[Napoleon was crowned King of Italy, May 3, 1805. Venice was ceded by Austria, December 26, 1805, and shortly after, Eugène Beauharnais was appointed Viceroy of Italy, with the title of @@ -23086,26 +23033,26 @@ depreciate Beauharnais as the Viceroy of a Viceroy, that is Joseph Bonaparte?]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fw" id="Footnote_fw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fw"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fw"> <span class="label">[fw]</span></a> <i>Vice without luxury</i>——.—[Alternative reading, MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_475" id="Footnote_475"></a><a href="#FNanchor_475"> +<p><a id="Footnote_475"></a><a href="#FNanchor_475"> <span class="label">[475]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"When Vice walks forth with her unsoftened terrors."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When Vice walks forth with her unsoftened terrors."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ode on Venice</i>, line 34, <i>vide ante</i>, p. 194.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_476" id="Footnote_476"></a><a href="#FNanchor_476"> +<p><a id="Footnote_476"></a><a href="#FNanchor_476"> <span class="label">[476]</span></a> See <a href="#Page_469">Appendix, Note C</a>.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_477" id="Footnote_477"></a><a href="#FNanchor_477"> +<p><a id="Footnote_477"></a><a href="#FNanchor_477"> <span class="label">[477]</span></a> <a id="Note_459"></a>{459} If the Doge's prophecy seem remarkable, look to the following, made by Alamanni two hundred and seventy years ago;—"There is one very singular prophecy concerning Venice: 'If thou dost not @@ -23123,9 +23070,9 @@ event. You will, therefore, note as very remarkable the three lines of Alamanni addressed to Venice; which, however, no one has pointed out:— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Se non cangi pensier, l'un secol solo<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Non conterà sopra 'l millesimo anno<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tua libertà, che va fuggendo a volo.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Se non cangi pensier, l'un secol solo<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Non conterà sopra 'l millesimo anno<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Tua libertà, che va fuggendo a volo.'<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Sat</i>., xii. ed. 1531, p. 413. </p><p> @@ -23134,7 +23081,7 @@ prophets for much less."—P. L. <span class="smcap">Ginguené</span>, [Paris Edition, 1819].</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_478" id="Footnote_478"></a><a href="#FNanchor_478"> +<p><a id="Footnote_478"></a><a href="#FNanchor_478"> <span class="label">[478]</span></a> Of the first fifty Doges, <i>five</i> abdicated—<i>five</i> were banished with their eyes put out—<i>five</i> were <span class="smcap">massacred</span>—and <i>nine</i> deposed; so that <i>nineteen</i> out of fifty lost the throne by violence, @@ -23149,54 +23096,54 @@ previous to his dukedom, during which he conquered the Morea, and was styled the Peloponnesian. Faliero might truly say,— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes!"<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fx" id="Footnote_fx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fx"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fx"> <span class="label">[fx]</span></a> <i>Thou brothel of the waters! thou sea Sodom!</i>—[Alternative reading. MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_479" id="Footnote_479"></a><a href="#FNanchor_479"> +<p><a id="Footnote_479"></a><a href="#FNanchor_479"> <span class="label">[479]</span></a> [See letters to Webster, September 8, 1818, and to Hoppner, December 31, 1819, <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 255, 393.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_480" id="Footnote_480"></a><a href="#FNanchor_480"> +<p><a id="Footnote_480"></a><a href="#FNanchor_480"> <span class="label">[480]</span></a> <a id="Note_461"></a>{461} "Un Capo de' Dieci" are the words of Sanuto's Chronicle.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fy" id="Footnote_fy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fy"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fy"> <span class="label">[fy]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The gory head is rolling down the steps!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The head is rolling dawn the gory steps!</i>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The gory head is rolling down the steps!</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The head is rolling dawn the gory steps!</i>—<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[Alternative readings. MS. M.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_481" id="Footnote_481"></a><a href="#FNanchor_481"> +<p><a id="Footnote_481"></a><a href="#FNanchor_481"> <span class="label">[481]</span></a> [A picture in oils of the execution of Marino Faliero, by Ferdinand Victor Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863), which was exhibited in the Salon in 1827, is now in the Wallace Collection (<i>Provisional Catalogue</i>, 1900, p. 28).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_482" id="Footnote_482"></a><a href="#FNanchor_482"> +<p><a id="Footnote_482"></a><a href="#FNanchor_482"> <span class="label">[482]</span></a> [End of the Historical Tragedy of Marino Faliero, or the Doge of Venice. </p> <p class="center"> -Begun April 4th, 1820.<br /> -Completed July 16th, 1820.<br /> +Begun April 4th, 1820.<br > +Completed July 16th, 1820.<br > Finished copying in August 16th, 17th, 1820. </p> <p> @@ -23206,7 +23153,7 @@ weather—<i>thermometer 90 in the shade</i>—and my domestic duties. The motto is— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Dux</span> inquietæ turbidus Adriræ."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<span class="smcap">Dux</span> inquietæ turbidus Adriræ."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Horace.] </p> @@ -23215,22 +23162,22 @@ The motto is— </div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_462" id="Page_462">[462]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_462">[462]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<h3><a id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX. +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <h3><span class="smcap">Note</span> A.</h3> <p><span class="smcap">I am</span> obliged for the following excellent translation of the old -Chronicle to Mr. F. Cohen,<a name="FNanchor_483" id="FNanchor_483"></a><a href="#Footnote_483" class="fnanchor">[483]</a> to whom the reader will find himself +Chronicle to Mr. F. Cohen,<a id="FNanchor_483"></a><a href="#Footnote_483" class="fnanchor">[483]</a> to whom the reader will find himself indebted for a version that I could not myself—though after many years' intercourse with Italian—have given by any means so purely and so faithfully.</p> -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Story of Marino Faliero, Doge XLIV. mcccliv</span>.<a name="FNanchor_483a" id="FNanchor_483a"></a><a href="#Footnote_483a" class="fnanchor">[483a]</a></p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Story of Marino Faliero, Doge XLIV. mcccliv</span>.<a id="FNanchor_483a"></a><a href="#Footnote_483a" class="fnanchor">[483a]</a></p> <p>On the eleventh day of September, in the year of our Lord, 1354, Marino Faliero was elected and chosen to be the Duke of the Commonwealth of @@ -23238,7 +23185,7 @@ Venice. He was Count of Valdemarino, in the Marches of Treviso, and a Knight, and a wealthy man to boot. As soon as the election was completed, it was resolved in the Great Council, that a deputation of twelve should be despatched to Marino Faliero the Duke, who was then on -his way from Rome; for when he was chosen, he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_463" id="Page_463">[463]</a></span> ambassador at the +his way from Rome; for when he was chosen, he was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_463">[463]</a></span> ambassador at the court of the Holy Father, at Rome,—the Holy Father himself held his court at Avignon. When Messer Marino Faliero the Duke was about to land in this city, on the 5th day of October, 1354, a thick haze came on and @@ -23278,7 +23225,7 @@ certain unseemly words relating to the Duke and the Duchess upon the chair in which the Duke was used to sit; for in those days the Duke did not cover his chair with cloth of sendal, but he sat in a chair of wood. Ser Michele wrote thereon—"<i>Marin Falier, the husband of the fair wife; -others kiss her, but he keeps her.</i>"<a name="FNanchor_484" id="FNanchor_484"></a><a href="#Footnote_484" class="fnanchor">[484]</a> In the morning the words were +others kiss her, but he keeps her.</i>"<a id="FNanchor_484"></a><a href="#Footnote_484" class="fnanchor">[484]</a> In the morning the words were seen, and the matter was considered to be very scandalous; and the Senate commanded the Avogadori of the Commonwealth to proceed therein with the greatest diligence. A largess of great amount was immediately @@ -23289,7 +23236,7 @@ he then confessed that in the fit of vexation and spite, occasioned by his being thrust off the solajo in the presence of his mistress, he had written the words. Therefore the Council debated thereon. And the Council took his youth into consideration, and that he was a lover; and -therefore they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_464" id="Page_464">[464]</a></span> adjudged that he should be kept in close confinement +therefore they<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_464">[464]</a></span> adjudged that he should be kept in close confinement during two months, and that afterwards he should be banished from Venice and the state during one year. In consequence of this merciful sentence the Duke became exceedingly wroth, it appearing to him, that the Council @@ -23346,7 +23293,7 @@ been thus settled, they agreed to fulfil their intent on Wednesday, the 15th day of April, in the year 1355. So covertly did they plot, that no one ever dreamt of their machinations.</p> -<p>But the Lord, who hath always helped this most glorious city, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_465" id="Page_465">[465]</a></span> who, +<p>But the Lord, who hath always helped this most glorious city, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_465">[465]</a></span> who, loving its righteousness and holiness, hath never forsaken it, inspired one Beltramo Bergamasco to be the cause of bringing the plot to light, in the following manner. This Beltramo, who belonged to Ser Niccolo @@ -23404,7 +23351,7 @@ of Ten. Ser Luca da Legge, and Ser Pietro da Mosto, inquisitors of the aforesaid Council. And Ser Marco Polani, Ser Marino Veniero, Ser Lando Lombardo, and Ser Nicoletto Trivisano, of Sant' Angelo.</p> -<p>Late in the night, just before the dawning, they chose a junta of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_466" id="Page_466">[466]</a></span> +<p>Late in the night, just before the dawning, they chose a junta of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_466">[466]</a></span> twenty noblemen of Venice from amongst the wisest, and the worthiest, and the oldest. They were to give counsel, but not to ballot. And they would not admit any one of Cà Faliero. And Niccolo Faliero, and another @@ -23463,7 +23410,7 @@ April, the doors of the palace being shut, the Duke had his head cut off, about the hour of noon. And the cap of estate was taken from the Duke's head before he came down stairs. When the execution was over, it is said that one of the Council of Ten went to the columns of the palace -over against the place of St. Mark, and that he showed the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_467" id="Page_467">[467]</a></span> bloody sword +over against the place of St. Mark, and that he showed the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_467">[467]</a></span> bloody sword unto the people, crying out with a loud voice—"The terrible doom hath fallen upon the traitor!"—and the doors were opened, and the people all rushed in, to see the corpse of the Duke, who had been beheaded.</p> @@ -23510,16 +23457,16 @@ decapitatus pro criminibus.</i>"—Others, also, indited a couplet, worthy of being inscribed upon his tomb.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Dux Venetum jacet heic, patriam qui prodere tentans,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>Sceptra, decus, censum perdidit, atque caput.</i>"<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_468" id="Page_468">[468]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Dux Venetum jacet heic, patriam qui prodere tentans,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i7"><i>Sceptra, decus, censum perdidit, atque caput.</i>"<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_468">[468]</a></span> </div></div> -<hr style="width:50%" /> +<hr style="width:50%" > <h3>NOTE B.</h3> -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Petrarch on the Conspiracy of Marino Faliero</span>.<a name="FNanchor_485" id="FNanchor_485"></a><a href="#Footnote_485" class="fnanchor">[485]</a></p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Petrarch on the Conspiracy of Marino Faliero</span>.<a id="FNanchor_485"></a><a href="#Footnote_485" class="fnanchor">[485]</a></p> <p>"Al giovane doge Andrea Dandolo succedette un vecchio, il quale tardi si pose al timone della repubblica, ma sempre prima di quel, che facea d' @@ -23567,7 +23514,7 @@ egli fu non solo misero, ma insano, e demente, e che con vane arti si usurpò per tanti anni una falsa fama di sapienza. Ammonisco i dogi, i quali gli succederanno, che questo e un' esempio posto innanzi ai loro occhi, quale specchio, nel quale veggano d' essere non signori, ma duci, -anzi nemmeno duci, ma onorati servi della<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_469" id="Page_469">[469]</a></span> Repubblica. Tu sta sano; e +anzi nemmeno duci, ma onorati servi della<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_469">[469]</a></span> Repubblica. Tu sta sano; e giacchè fluttuano le pubbliche cose, sforziamoci di governar modestissimamente i privati nostri affari."—<i>Viaggi di Francesco Petrarca</i>, descritti dal Professore Ambrogio Levati, Milano, 1820, iv. @@ -23602,16 +23549,16 @@ for me to decide, and is of no great importance. Had the man succeeded, he would have changed the face of Venice, and perhaps of Italy. As it is, what <i>are</i> they both?</p> -<hr style="width:50%" /> +<hr style="width:50%" > <h3>NOTE C.</h3> <p class="center"><span class="smcap">Venetian Society and Manners</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Vice without splendour, sin without relief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even from the gloss of love to smooth it o'er;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in its stead, coarse lusts of habitude," etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Vice without splendour, sin without relief<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even from the gloss of love to smooth it o'er;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But in its stead, coarse lusts of habitude," etc.<br ></span> </div></div> <p>"To these attacks so frequently pointed by the government against the @@ -23626,7 +23573,7 @@ excess of corruption</i>.</p> principal charm of Venetian society, had degenerated into scandalous licentiousness: the tie of marriage was less sacred in that Catholic country, than among those nations where the laws and religion admit of -its being dissolved. Because they could not break the contract,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_470" id="Page_470">[470]</a></span> they +its being dissolved. Because they could not break the contract,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_470">[470]</a></span> they feigned that it had not existed; and the ground of nullity, immodestly alleged by the married pair, was admitted with equal facility by priests and magistrates, alike corrupt. These divorces, veiled under another @@ -23635,13 +23582,13 @@ was discovered to be amenable to a tribunal of exceptions; and to restrain the open scandal of such proceedings became the office of the police. In 1782 the Council of Ten decreed, that every woman who should sue for a dissolution of her marriage should be compelled to await the -decision of the judges in some convent, to be named by the court.<a name="FNanchor_486" id="FNanchor_486"></a><a href="#Footnote_486" class="fnanchor">[486]</a> +decision of the judges in some convent, to be named by the court.<a id="FNanchor_486"></a><a href="#Footnote_486" class="fnanchor">[486]</a> Soon afterwards the same council summoned all causes of that nature -before itself.<a name="FNanchor_487" id="FNanchor_487"></a><a href="#Footnote_487" class="fnanchor">[487]</a> This infringement on ecclesiastical jurisdiction +before itself.<a id="FNanchor_487"></a><a href="#Footnote_487" class="fnanchor">[487]</a> This infringement on ecclesiastical jurisdiction having occasioned some remonstrance from Rome, the council retained only the right of rejecting the petition of the married persons, and consented to refer such causes to the holy office as it should not -previously have rejected.<a name="FNanchor_488" id="FNanchor_488"></a><a href="#Footnote_488" class="fnanchor">[488]</a></p> +previously have rejected.<a id="FNanchor_488"></a><a href="#Footnote_488" class="fnanchor">[488]</a></p> <p>"There was a moment in which, doubtless, the destruction of private fortunes, the ruin of youth, the domestic discord occasioned by these @@ -23651,20 +23598,20 @@ courtesans were banished from Venice; but their absence was not enough to reclaim and bring back good morals to a whole people brought up in the most scandalous licentiousness. Depravity reached the very bosoms of private families, and even into the cloister; and they found themselves -obliged to recall, and even to indemnify,<a name="FNanchor_489" id="FNanchor_489"></a><a href="#Footnote_489" class="fnanchor">[489]</a> women who sometimes +obliged to recall, and even to indemnify,<a id="FNanchor_489"></a><a href="#Footnote_489" class="fnanchor">[489]</a> women who sometimes gained possession of important secrets, and who might be usefully employed in the ruin of men whose fortunes might have rendered them dangerous. Since that time licentiousness has gone on increasing; and we have seen mothers, not only selling the innocence of their daughters, but selling it by a contract, authenticated by the signature of a public officer, and the performance of which was secured by the protection of -the laws.<a name="FNanchor_490" id="FNanchor_490"></a><a href="#Footnote_490" class="fnanchor">[490]</a></p> +the laws.<a id="FNanchor_490"></a><a href="#Footnote_490" class="fnanchor">[490]</a></p> <p>"The parlours of the convents of noble ladies, and the houses of the courtesans, though the police carefully kept up a number of spies about them, were the only assemblies for society in Venice; and in these two places, so different from each other, there was equal freedom. Music, -collations, gallantry, were not more forbidden in the parlours than at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_471" id="Page_471">[471]</a></span> +collations, gallantry, were not more forbidden in the parlours than at<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_471">[471]</a></span> the casinos. There were a number of casinos for the purpose of public assemblies, where gaming was the principal pursuit of the company. It was a strange sight to see persons of either sex masked, or grave in @@ -23679,7 +23626,7 @@ have just reviewed the whole history of Venice, and we have not once seen them exercise the slightest influence."—<span class="smcap">Daru</span>, <i>Hist. de la Répub. de Vénise</i>, Paris, 1821, v. 328-332.</p> -<hr style='width: 45%;' /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' > <p>The author of "Sketches Descriptive of Italy," (1820), etc., one of the hundred tours lately published, is extremely anxious to disclaim a @@ -23688,7 +23635,7 @@ iv. He adds that still less could this presumed coincidence arise from "my conversation," as he had "<i>repeatedly declined an introduction to me while in Italy</i>."</p> -<p>Who this person may be I know not;<a name="FNanchor_491" id="FNanchor_491"></a><a href="#Footnote_491" class="fnanchor">[491]</a> but he must have been deceived +<p>Who this person may be I know not;<a id="FNanchor_491"></a><a href="#Footnote_491" class="fnanchor">[491]</a> but he must have been deceived by all or any of those who "repeatedly offered to introduce" him, as I invariably refused to receive any English with whom I was not previously acquainted, even when they had letters from England. If the whole @@ -23708,7 +23655,7 @@ to avoid them. At Madame Benzoni's I repeatedly refused to be introduced to them;—of a thousand such presentations pressed upon me, I accepted two, and both were to Irish women.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_472" id="Page_472">[472]</a></span></p><hr style='width: 45%;' /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_472">[472]</a></span></p><hr style='width: 45%;' > <p>I should hardly have descended to speak of such trifles publicly, if the impudence of this "sketcher" had not forced me to a refutation of a @@ -23729,13 +23676,13 @@ when that wish becomes mutual.</p> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_483" id="Footnote_483"></a><a href="#FNanchor_483"> +<p><a id="Footnote_483"></a><a href="#FNanchor_483"> <span class="label">[483]</span></a> <a id="Note_462"></a>{462} Mr. Francis Cohen, afterwards Sir Francis Palgrave (1788-1861), the author of the <i>Rise and Progress of the English Constitution, History of the Anglo-Saxons</i>, etc., etc.</p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_483a" id="Footnote_483a"></a><a href="#FNanchor_483a"> +<p><a id="Footnote_483a"></a><a href="#FNanchor_483a"> <span class="label">[483a]</span></a> [In the earlier editions (1821-1825) Francis Cohen's translation (Appendix II.) is preceded by an Italian version (Appendix I.), taken @@ -23759,7 +23706,7 @@ vol. xiii. pt. i. p. 15, note 1.)] </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_484" id="Footnote_484"></a><a href="#FNanchor_484"> +<p><a id="Footnote_484"></a><a href="#FNanchor_484"> <span class="label">[484]</span></a> <a id="Note_463"></a>{463}["<i>Marin Faliero dalla bella moglie: altri la gode, ed egli la mantien.</i>" According to Andrea Navagero (<i>It. Rer. Script.</i>, xxiii. 1038), the writing on the chair ran thus: "<i>Becco Marino Falier @@ -23767,27 +23714,27 @@ dalla bella mogier</i>" (<i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_349">p. 349</a>). Palg Steno's lampoon.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_485" id="Footnote_485"></a><a href="#FNanchor_485"> +<p><a id="Footnote_485"></a><a href="#FNanchor_485"> <span class="label">[485]</span></a> <a id="Note_468"></a>{468}["Had a copy taken of an extract from Petrarch's Letters, with reference to the conspiracy of the Doge Marino Faliero, containing the poet's opinion of the matter."—<i>Diary</i>, February 11, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 201.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_486" id="Footnote_486"></a><a href="#FNanchor_486"> +<p><a id="Footnote_486"></a><a href="#FNanchor_486"> <span class="label">[486]</span></a> <a id="Note_470"></a>{470} Correspondence of M. Schlick, French chargé d'affaires. Despatch of 24th August, 1782.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_487" id="Footnote_487"></a><a href="#FNanchor_487"> +<p><a id="Footnote_487"></a><a href="#FNanchor_487"> <span class="label">[487]</span></a> <i>Ibid</i>. Despatch, 31st August.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_488" id="Footnote_488"></a><a href="#FNanchor_488"> +<p><a id="Footnote_488"></a><a href="#FNanchor_488"> <span class="label">[488]</span></a> <i>Ibid</i>. Despatch of 3d September, 1785.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_489" id="Footnote_489"></a><a href="#FNanchor_489"> +<p><a id="Footnote_489"></a><a href="#FNanchor_489"> <span class="label">[489]</span></a> The decree for their recall designates them as <i>nostre benemerite meretrici</i>: a fund and some houses, called <i>Case rampane</i>, were assigned to them; hence the opprobrious appellation of <i>Carampane</i>. @@ -23802,13 +23749,13 @@ the Venetian government against <i>meretrici</i> and other disagreeable persons.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_490" id="Footnote_490"></a><a href="#FNanchor_490"> +<p><a id="Footnote_490"></a><a href="#FNanchor_490"> <span class="label">[490]</span></a> Meyer, Description of Venice, vol. ii.; and M. de Archenholtz, Picture of Italy, vol. i. sect. 2, pp. 65, 66. [<i>Voyage en Italie</i>, par F. J. L. Meyer, An X. cap. iii.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_491" id="Footnote_491"></a><a href="#FNanchor_491"> +<p><a id="Footnote_491"></a><a href="#FNanchor_491"> <span class="label">[491]</span></a> <a id="Note_471"></a>{471} [In a letter to Murray, September 11, 1820 (<i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 75, 84), Byron writes, "Last post I sent you a note fierce as Faliero himself, in answer to a trashy tourist, who pretends @@ -23824,16 +23771,16 @@ Nevertheless, the note was appended to the first edition, which appeared April 21, 1821.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_473" id="Page_473">[473]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_473">[473]</a></span></p> -<h2><a id="THE_VISION_OF_JUDGMENT" name="THE_VISION_OF_JUDGMENT"></a> -<span style="font-size:150%">THE VISION OF JUDGMENT</span>.<br /> +<h2><a id="THE_VISION_OF_JUDGMENT"></a> +<span style="font-size:150%">THE VISION OF JUDGMENT</span>.<br > - <span style="font-size:66%;">BY</span><br /> + <span style="font-size:66%;">BY</span><br > QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS. </h2> @@ -23842,20 +23789,20 @@ April 21, 1821.]</p></div> <h4>SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF "WAT TYLER."</h4> <div style="width:75%;margin:auto"> -<hr /> +<hr > <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[<i>Merchant of Venice</i>, act iv. sc. 1, lines 218, 336.]</p> -<hr /> +<hr > </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_475" id="Page_475">[475]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_475">[475]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>THE VISION OF JUDGMENT</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> @@ -23888,7 +23835,7 @@ verdigrease than satire."</p> <p>When <i>Don Juan</i> appeared (July 15, 1819), the "Dedication" was not forthcoming, but of its existence and character Southey had been -informed. "Have you heard," he asks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_476" id="Page_476">[476]</a></span> (Letter to the Rev. H. Hill, +informed. "Have you heard," he asks<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_476">[476]</a></span> (Letter to the Rev. H. Hill, <i>Selections from the Letters, etc.</i>, 1856, iii. 142), "that <i>Don Juan</i> came over with a Dedication to me, in which Lord Castlereagh and I ... were coupled together for abuse as the 'two Roberts'? A fear of @@ -23932,7 +23879,7 @@ and hating that revealed religion which, with all their efforts and bravadoes, they are unable entirely to disbelieve, labour to make others as miserable as themselves, by infecting them with a moral virus that eats into the soul! The school which they have set up may properly be -called<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_477" id="Page_477">[477]</a></span> the Satanic school; for, though their productions breathe the +called<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_477">[477]</a></span> the Satanic school; for, though their productions breathe the spirit of Belial in their lascivious parts, and the spirit of Moloch in those loathsome images of atrocities and horrors which they delight to represent, they are more especially characterized by a Satanic pride and @@ -23973,7 +23920,7 @@ unanswerable; and as to his being a "scribbler of all work," there were exceptions—works which he had <i>not</i> scribbled, the <i>nefanda</i> which disfigured the writings of Lord Byron. "Satanic school" would stick.</p> -<p>So far, the battle went in Southey's favour. "The words<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_478" id="Page_478">[478]</a></span> of the men of +<p>So far, the battle went in Southey's favour. "The words<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_478">[478]</a></span> of the men of Judah were fiercer than the words of the men of Israel," and Byron was reduced to silence. A challenge (sent through Kinnaird, but not delivered) was but a confession of impotence. There was, however, in @@ -24017,7 +23964,7 @@ issue of the <i>Vision of Judgment</i> in the first number of the <i>Liberal</i> <p>The <i>Liberal</i> was severely handled by the press (see, for example, the <i>Literary Gazette</i> for October 19, 26, November 2, 1822; see, too, an -anonymous pamphlet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_479" id="Page_479">[479]</a></span> entitled <i>A Critique on the "Liberal"</i> (London, +anonymous pamphlet<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_479">[479]</a></span> entitled <i>A Critique on the "Liberal"</i> (London, 1822, 8vo, 16 pages), which devotes ten pages to an attack on the <i>Vision of Judgment</i>). The daily press was even more violent. The <i>Courier</i> for October 26 begins thus: "This <i>scoundrel-like</i> publication @@ -24052,7 +23999,7 @@ by Robert Southey, 1832, ii. 183, 205. See, too, for "Quarrel between Byron and Southey," Appendix I. of vol. vi. of <i>Letters of Lord Byron,</i> 1901.</p> -<hr style='width: 45%;' /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' > <p class="center">NOTE.</p> @@ -24065,7 +24012,7 @@ Theological Library (see "Diary," 1869, ii. 437):—</p> <p style="text-align:right;">"[Weimar], August 15, [1829].</p> <p>"W[ordsworth] will not put the nose of B[yron] out with Frau von -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_480" id="Page_480">[480]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_480">[480]</a></span> Goethe, but he will be appreciated by her. I am afraid of the experiment with the great poet himself....</p> @@ -24093,18 +24040,18 @@ Lord B. in the <i>Vision of Judgment</i>." </p> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_481" id="Page_481">[481]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_481">[481]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<h3><a id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">It</span> hath been wisely said, that "One fool makes many;" and it hath been poetically observed—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"[That] fools rush in where angels fear to tread."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"[That] fools rush in where angels fear to tread."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[POPE'S <i>Essay on Criticism</i>, line 625.]</p> @@ -24126,7 +24073,7 @@ of an informer. If there exists anywhere, except in his imagination, such a School, is he not sufficiently armed against it by his own intense vanity? The truth is that there are certain writers whom Mr. S. imagines, like Scrub, to have "talked of <i>him</i>; for they laughed -consumedly."<a name="FNanchor_492" id="FNanchor_492"></a><a href="#Footnote_492" class="fnanchor">[492]</a> <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_482" id="Page_482">[482]</a></span></p> +consumedly."<a id="FNanchor_492"></a><a href="#Footnote_492" class="fnanchor">[492]</a> <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_482">[482]</a></span></p> <p>I think I know enough of most of the writers to whom he is supposed to allude, to assert, that they, in their individual capacities, have done @@ -24139,17 +24086,17 @@ questions to ask.</p> <p>2ndly, Was he not refused a remedy at law by the highest judge of his beloved England, because it was a blasphemous and seditious -publication?<a name="FNanchor_493" id="FNanchor_493"></a><a href="#Footnote_493" class="fnanchor">[493]</a></p> +publication?<a id="FNanchor_493"></a><a href="#Footnote_493" class="fnanchor">[493]</a></p> <p>3rdly, Was he not entitled by William Smith, in full parliament, "a -rancorous renegado?"<a name="FNanchor_494" id="FNanchor_494"></a><a href="#Footnote_494" class="fnanchor">[494]</a></p> +rancorous renegado?"<a id="FNanchor_494"></a><a href="#Footnote_494" class="fnanchor">[494]</a></p> <p>4thly, Is he not poet laureate, with his own lines on Martin the -regicide staring him in the face?<a name="FNanchor_495" id="FNanchor_495"></a><a href="#Footnote_495" class="fnanchor">[495]</a></p> +regicide staring him in the face?<a id="FNanchor_495"></a><a href="#Footnote_495" class="fnanchor">[495]</a></p> <p>And, 5thly, Putting the four preceding items together, with what conscience dare <i>he</i> call the attention of the laws to the publications -of others, be they what they may?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_483" id="Page_483">[483]</a></span></p> +of others, be they what they may?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_483">[483]</a></span></p> <p>I say nothing of the cowardice of such a proceeding; its meanness speaks for itself; but I wish to touch upon the <i>motive</i>, which is neither more @@ -24186,12 +24133,12 @@ objectionable times, to the freedom with which saints, angels, and spiritual persons discourse in this <i>Vision</i>. But, for precedents upon such points, I must refer him to Fielding's <i>Journey from this World to the next</i>, and to the Visions of myself, the said Quevedo, in -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_484" id="Page_484">[484]</a></span> Spanish -or translated.<a name="FNanchor_496" id="FNanchor_496"></a><a href="#Footnote_496" class="fnanchor">[496]</a> The reader is also requested to observe, that no +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_484">[484]</a></span> Spanish +or translated.<a id="FNanchor_496"></a><a href="#Footnote_496" class="fnanchor">[496]</a> The reader is also requested to observe, that no doctrinal tenets are insisted upon or discussed; that the person of the Deity is carefully withheld from sight, which is more than can be said for the Laureate, who hath thought proper to make him talk, not "like a -school-divine,"<a name="FNanchor_497" id="FNanchor_497"></a><a href="#Footnote_497" class="fnanchor">[497]</a> but like the unscholarlike Mr. Southey. The whole +school-divine,"<a id="FNanchor_497"></a><a href="#Footnote_497" class="fnanchor">[497]</a> but like the unscholarlike Mr. Southey. The whole action passes on the outside of heaven; and Chaucer's <i>Wife of Bath</i>, Pulci's <i>Morgante Maggiore</i>, Swift's <i>Tale of a Tub</i>, and the other works above referred to, are cases in point of the freedom with which @@ -24205,9 +24152,9 @@ threatens, I understand, a reply to this our answer. It is to be hoped that his visionary faculties will in the meantime have acquired a little more judgment, properly so called: otherwise he will get himself into new dilemmas. These apostate jacobins furnish rich rejoinders. Let him -take a specimen. Mr. Southey laudeth grievously "one Mr. Landor,"<a name="FNanchor_498" id="FNanchor_498"></a><a href="#Footnote_498" class="fnanchor">[498]</a> +take a specimen. Mr. Southey laudeth grievously "one Mr. Landor,"<a id="FNanchor_498"></a><a href="#Footnote_498" class="fnanchor">[498]</a> who cultivates -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_485" id="Page_485">[485]</a></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_485">[485]</a></span> much private renown in the shape of Latin verses; and not long ago, the poet laureate dedicated to him, it appeareth, one of his fugitive lyrics, upon the strength of a poem called "<i>Gebir</i>." Who @@ -24223,23 +24170,23 @@ view; and he exclaims to his ghostly guide)—</p> </div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Aroar, what wretch that nearest us? what wretch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is that with eyebrows white and slanting brow?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Listen! him yonder who, bound down supine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrinks yelling from that sword there, engine-hung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He too amongst my ancestors! [I hate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The despot, but the dastard I despise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was he our countryman?'<br /></span> -<span class="i24">'Alas,]<a name="FNanchor_499" id="FNanchor_499"></a><a href="#Footnote_499" class="fnanchor">[499]</a> O king!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Iberia bore him, but the breed accurst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inclement winds blew blighting from north-east.'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'He was a warrior then, nor fear'd the gods?'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Gebir, he feared the Demons, not the gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though them indeed his daily face adored;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_486" id="Page_486">[486]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was no warrior, yet the thousand lives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Squandered, as stones to exercise a sling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tame cruelty and cold caprice—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh madness of mankind! addressed, adored!'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Aroar, what wretch that nearest us? what wretch<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is that with eyebrows white and slanting brow?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Listen! him yonder who, bound down supine,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shrinks yelling from that sword there, engine-hung;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He too amongst my ancestors! [I hate<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The despot, but the dastard I despise.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was he our countryman?'<br ></span> +<span class="i24">'Alas,]<a id="FNanchor_499"></a><a href="#Footnote_499" class="fnanchor">[499]</a> O king!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Iberia bore him, but the breed accurst<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Inclement winds blew blighting from north-east.'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'He was a warrior then, nor fear'd the gods?'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Gebir, he feared the Demons, not the gods,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though them indeed his daily face adored;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_486">[486]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And was no warrior, yet the thousand lives<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Squandered, as stones to exercise a sling,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the tame cruelty and cold caprice—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh madness of mankind! addressed, adored!'"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Gebir</i> [<i>Works, etc.</i>, 1876, vii. 17].</p> @@ -24250,1394 +24197,1394 @@ worshipper will suffer it; but certainly these teachers of "great moral lessons" are apt to be found in strange company. </p> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_487" id="Page_487">[487]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_487">[487]</a></span></p> -<h3>THE VISION OF JUDGMENT.<a name="FNanchor_500" id="FNanchor_500"></a><a href="#Footnote_500" class="fnanchor">[500]</a> +<h3>THE VISION OF JUDGMENT.<a id="FNanchor_500"></a><a href="#Footnote_500" class="fnanchor">[500]</a> </h3> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h4>I.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Saint Peter</span> sat by the celestial gate:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So little trouble had been given of late;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not that the place by any means was full,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But since the Gallic era "eighty-eight"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And "a pull altogether," as they say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At sea—which drew most souls another way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Saint Peter</span> sat by the celestial gate:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So little trouble had been given of late;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Not that the place by any means was full,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But since the Gallic era "eighty-eight"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And "a pull altogether," as they say<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At sea—which drew most souls another way.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>II.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Angels all were singing out of tune,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hoarse with having little else to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Excepting to wind up the sun and moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or curb a runaway young star or two,<a name="FNanchor_fz" id="FNanchor_fz"></a><a href="#Footnote_fz" class="fnanchor">[fz]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Splitting some planet with its playful tail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Angels all were singing out of tune,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And hoarse with having little else to do,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Excepting to wind up the sun and moon,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or curb a runaway young star or two,<a id="FNanchor_fz"></a><a href="#Footnote_fz" class="fnanchor">[fz]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Splitting some planet with its playful tail,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>III.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Guardian Seraphs had retired on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Finding their charges past all care below;<a name="FNanchor_ga" id="FNanchor_ga"></a><a href="#Footnote_ga" class="fnanchor">[ga]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Terrestrial business filled nought in the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Save the Recording Angel's black bureau;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_488" id="Page_488">[488]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who found, indeed, the facts to multiply<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With such rapidity of vice and woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he had stripped off both his wings in quills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet was in arrear of human ills.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Guardian Seraphs had retired on high,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Finding their charges past all care below;<a id="FNanchor_ga"></a><a href="#Footnote_ga" class="fnanchor">[ga]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Terrestrial business filled nought in the sky<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Save the Recording Angel's black bureau;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_488">[488]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who found, indeed, the facts to multiply<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With such rapidity of vice and woe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That he had stripped off both his wings in quills,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet was in arrear of human ills.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His business so augmented of late years,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That he was forced, against his will, no doubt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Just like those cherubs, earthly ministers,)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For some resource to turn himself about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And claim the help of his celestial peers,<a name="FNanchor_gb" id="FNanchor_gb"></a><a href="#Footnote_gb" class="fnanchor">[gb]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">To aid him ere he should be quite worn out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the increased demand for his remarks:<a name="FNanchor_gc" id="FNanchor_gc"></a><a href="#Footnote_gc" class="fnanchor">[gc]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six Angels and twelve Saints were named his clerks.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His business so augmented of late years,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That he was forced, against his will, no doubt,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Just like those cherubs, earthly ministers,)<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For some resource to turn himself about,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And claim the help of his celestial peers,<a id="FNanchor_gb"></a><a href="#Footnote_gb" class="fnanchor">[gb]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">To aid him ere he should be quite worn out<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the increased demand for his remarks:<a id="FNanchor_gc"></a><a href="#Footnote_gc" class="fnanchor">[gc]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Six Angels and twelve Saints were named his clerks.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>V.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This was a handsome board—at least for Heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet they had even then enough to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So many Conquerors' cars were daily driven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So many kingdoms fitted up anew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each day, too, slew its thousands six or seven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till at the crowning carnage, Waterloo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They threw their pens down in divine disgust—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The page was so besmeared with blood and dust.<a name="FNanchor_gd" id="FNanchor_gd"></a><a href="#Footnote_gd" class="fnanchor">[gd]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This was a handsome board—at least for Heaven;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And yet they had even then enough to do,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So many Conquerors' cars were daily driven,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So many kingdoms fitted up anew;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each day, too, slew its thousands six or seven,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Till at the crowning carnage, Waterloo,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They threw their pens down in divine disgust—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The page was so besmeared with blood and dust.<a id="FNanchor_gd"></a><a href="#Footnote_gd" class="fnanchor">[gd]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This by the way; 'tis not mine to record<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What Angels shrink from: even the very Devil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On this occasion his own work abhorred,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So surfeited with the infernal revel:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though he himself had sharpened every sword,<a name="FNanchor_ge" id="FNanchor_ge"></a><a href="#Footnote_ge" class="fnanchor">[ge]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">It almost quenched his innate thirst of evil.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_489" id="Page_489">[489]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Here Satan's sole good work deserves insertion—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis, that he has both Generals in reversion.)<a name="FNanchor_gf" id="FNanchor_gf"></a><a href="#Footnote_gf" class="fnanchor">[gf]</a><a name="FNanchor_501" id="FNanchor_501"></a><a href="#Footnote_501" class="fnanchor">[501]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This by the way; 'tis not mine to record<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What Angels shrink from: even the very Devil<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On this occasion his own work abhorred,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So surfeited with the infernal revel:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though he himself had sharpened every sword,<a id="FNanchor_ge"></a><a href="#Footnote_ge" class="fnanchor">[ge]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">It almost quenched his innate thirst of evil.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_489">[489]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Here Satan's sole good work deserves insertion—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis, that he has both Generals in reversion.)<a id="FNanchor_gf"></a><a href="#Footnote_gf" class="fnanchor">[gf]</a><a id="FNanchor_501"></a><a href="#Footnote_501" class="fnanchor">[501]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which peopled earth no better, Hell as wont,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Heaven none—they form the tyrant's lease,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With nothing but new names subscribed upon't;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill one day finish: meantime they increase,<a name="FNanchor_gg" id="FNanchor_gg"></a><a href="#Footnote_gg" class="fnanchor">[gg]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">"With seven heads and ten horns," and all in front,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like Saint John's foretold beast; but ours are born<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less formidable in the head than horn.<a name="FNanchor_gh" id="FNanchor_gh"></a><a href="#Footnote_gh" class="fnanchor">[gh]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which peopled earth no better, Hell as wont,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Heaven none—they form the tyrant's lease,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With nothing but new names subscribed upon't;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill one day finish: meantime they increase,<a id="FNanchor_gg"></a><a href="#Footnote_gg" class="fnanchor">[gg]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">"With seven heads and ten horns," and all in front,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like Saint John's foretold beast; but ours are born<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Less formidable in the head than horn.<a id="FNanchor_gh"></a><a href="#Footnote_gh" class="fnanchor">[gh]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>VIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the first year of Freedom's second dawn<a name="FNanchor_502" id="FNanchor_502"></a><a href="#Footnote_502" class="fnanchor">[502]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Died George the Third; although no tyrant, one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn<a name="FNanchor_gi" id="FNanchor_gi"></a><a href="#Footnote_gi" class="fnanchor">[gi]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Left him nor mental nor external sun:<a name="FNanchor_503" id="FNanchor_503"></a><a href="#Footnote_503" class="fnanchor">[503]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A better farmer ne'er brushed dew from lawn,<a name="FNanchor_gj" id="FNanchor_gj"></a><a href="#Footnote_gj" class="fnanchor">[gj]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A worse king never left a realm undone!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_490" id="Page_490">[490]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He died—but left his subjects still behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One half as mad—and t'other no less blind.<a name="FNanchor_gk" id="FNanchor_gk"></a><a href="#Footnote_gk" class="fnanchor">[gk]</a><a name="FNanchor_504" id="FNanchor_504"></a><a href="#Footnote_504" class="fnanchor">[504]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the first year of Freedom's second dawn<a id="FNanchor_502"></a><a href="#Footnote_502" class="fnanchor">[502]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Died George the Third; although no tyrant, one<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn<a id="FNanchor_gi"></a><a href="#Footnote_gi" class="fnanchor">[gi]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Left him nor mental nor external sun:<a id="FNanchor_503"></a><a href="#Footnote_503" class="fnanchor">[503]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A better farmer ne'er brushed dew from lawn,<a id="FNanchor_gj"></a><a href="#Footnote_gj" class="fnanchor">[gj]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A worse king never left a realm undone!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_490">[490]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He died—but left his subjects still behind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One half as mad—and t'other no less blind.<a id="FNanchor_gk"></a><a href="#Footnote_gk" class="fnanchor">[gk]</a><a id="FNanchor_504"></a><a href="#Footnote_504" class="fnanchor">[504]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>IX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He died! his death made no great stir on earth:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His burial made some pomp; there was profusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of velvet—gilding—brass—and no great dearth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of aught but tears—save those shed by collusion:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For these things may be bought at their true worth;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of elegy there was the due infusion—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bought also; and the torches, cloaks and banners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heralds, and relics of old Gothic manners,<a name="FNanchor_505" id="FNanchor_505"></a><a href="#Footnote_505" class="fnanchor">[505]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He died! his death made no great stir on earth:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His burial made some pomp; there was profusion<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of velvet—gilding—brass—and no great dearth<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of aught but tears—save those shed by collusion:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For these things may be bought at their true worth;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of elegy there was the due infusion—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bought also; and the torches, cloaks and banners,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heralds, and relics of old Gothic manners,<a id="FNanchor_505"></a><a href="#Footnote_505" class="fnanchor">[505]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>X.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Formed a sepulchral melodrame. Of all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fools who flocked to swell or see the show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who cared about the corpse? The funeral<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Made the attraction, and the black the woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There throbbed not there a thought which pierced the pall;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when the gorgeous coffin was laid low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seemed the mockery of hell to fold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rottenness of eighty years in gold.<a name="FNanchor_506" id="FNanchor_506"></a><a href="#Footnote_506" class="fnanchor">[506]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Formed a sepulchral melodrame. Of all<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The fools who flocked to swell or see the show,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who cared about the corpse? The funeral<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Made the attraction, and the black the woe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There throbbed not there a thought which pierced the pall;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And when the gorgeous coffin was laid low,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It seemed the mockery of hell to fold<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rottenness of eighty years in gold.<a id="FNanchor_506"></a><a href="#Footnote_506" class="fnanchor">[506]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_491" id="Page_491">[491]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_491">[491]</a></span></p> <h4>XI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So mix his body with the dust! It might<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Return to what it <i>must</i> far sooner, were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The natural compound left alone to fight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its way back into earth, and fire, and air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the unnatural balsams merely blight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What Nature made him at his birth, as bare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the mere million's base unmummied clay—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet all his spices but prolong decay.<a name="FNanchor_507" id="FNanchor_507"></a><a href="#Footnote_507" class="fnanchor">[507]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So mix his body with the dust! It might<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Return to what it <i>must</i> far sooner, were<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The natural compound left alone to fight<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Its way back into earth, and fire, and air;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the unnatural balsams merely blight<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What Nature made him at his birth, as bare<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As the mere million's base unmummied clay—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet all his spices but prolong decay.<a id="FNanchor_507"></a><a href="#Footnote_507" class="fnanchor">[507]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He's dead—and upper earth with him has done;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He's buried; save the undertaker's bill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or lapidary scrawl, the world is gone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For him, unless he left a German will:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_492" id="Page_492">[492]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_508" id="FNanchor_508"></a><a href="#Footnote_508" class="fnanchor">[508]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where's the proctor who will ask his son?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In whom his qualities are reigning still,<a name="FNanchor_gl" id="FNanchor_gl"></a><a href="#Footnote_gl" class="fnanchor">[gl]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except that household virtue, most uncommon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's dead—and upper earth with him has done;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He's buried; save the undertaker's bill,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or lapidary scrawl, the world is gone<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For him, unless he left a German will:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_492">[492]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_508"></a><a href="#Footnote_508" class="fnanchor">[508]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But where's the proctor who will ask his son?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In whom his qualities are reigning still,<a id="FNanchor_gl"></a><a href="#Footnote_gl" class="fnanchor">[gl]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Except that household virtue, most uncommon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"God save the king!" It is a large economy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In God to save the like; but if he will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be saving, all the better; for not one am I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of those who think damnation better still:<a name="FNanchor_509" id="FNanchor_509"></a><a href="#Footnote_509" class="fnanchor">[509]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hardly know too if not quite alone am I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this small hope of bettering future ill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By circumscribing, with some slight restriction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eternity of Hell's hot jurisdiction.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"God save the king!" It is a large economy<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In God to save the like; but if he will<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Be saving, all the better; for not one am I<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of those who think damnation better still:<a id="FNanchor_509"></a><a href="#Footnote_509" class="fnanchor">[509]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I hardly know too if not quite alone am I<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In this small hope of bettering future ill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By circumscribing, with some slight restriction,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The eternity of Hell's hot jurisdiction.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know this is unpopular; I know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Tis blasphemous; I know one may be damned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For hoping no one else may e'er be so;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know my catechism; I know we're crammed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the best doctrines till we quite o'erflow;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know that all save England's Church have shammed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that the other twice two hundred churches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And synagogues have made a <i>damned</i> bad purchase.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know this is unpopular; I know<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis blasphemous; I know one may be damned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For hoping no one else may e'er be so;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I know my catechism; I know we're crammed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the best doctrines till we quite o'erflow;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I know that all save England's Church have shammed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And that the other twice two hundred churches<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And synagogues have made a <i>damned</i> bad purchase.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God help us all! God help me too! I am,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God knows, as helpless as the Devil can wish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a whit more difficult to damn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than is to bring to land a late-hooked fish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or to the butcher to purvey the lamb;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not that I'm fit for such a noble dish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As one day will be that immortal fry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of almost every body born to die.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_493" id="Page_493">[493]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">God help us all! God help me too! I am,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">God knows, as helpless as the Devil can wish,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not a whit more difficult to damn,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than is to bring to land a late-hooked fish,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or to the butcher to purvey the lamb;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Not that I'm fit for such a noble dish,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As one day will be that immortal fry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of almost every body born to die.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_493">[493]</a></span></div></div> <h4>XVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And nodded o'er his keys: when, lo! there came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wondrous noise he had not heard of late—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A rushing sound of wind, and stream, and flame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In short, a roar of things extremely great,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which would have made aught save a Saint exclaim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he, with first a start and then a wink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said, "There's another star gone out, I think!"<a name="FNanchor_gm" id="FNanchor_gm"></a><a href="#Footnote_gm" class="fnanchor">[gm]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And nodded o'er his keys: when, lo! there came<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A wondrous noise he had not heard of late—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A rushing sound of wind, and stream, and flame;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In short, a roar of things extremely great,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which would have made aught save a Saint exclaim;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But he, with first a start and then a wink,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Said, "There's another star gone out, I think!"<a id="FNanchor_gm"></a><a href="#Footnote_gm" class="fnanchor">[gm]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But ere he could return to his repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Cherub flapped his right wing o'er his eyes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At which Saint Peter yawned, and rubbed his nose:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Saint porter," said the angel, "prithee rise!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waving a goodly wing, which glowed, as glows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An earthly peacock's tail, with heavenly dyes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which the saint replied, "Well, what's the matter?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Is Lucifer come back with all this clatter?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere he could return to his repose,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Cherub flapped his right wing o'er his eyes—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At which Saint Peter yawned, and rubbed his nose:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Saint porter," said the angel, "prithee rise!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Waving a goodly wing, which glowed, as glows<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An earthly peacock's tail, with heavenly dyes:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To which the saint replied, "Well, what's the matter?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Is Lucifer come back with all this clatter?"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"No," quoth the Cherub: "George the Third is dead."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"And who <i>is</i> George the Third?" replied the apostle:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>What George? what Third?</i>" "The King of England," said<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The angel. "Well! he won't find kings to jostle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him on his way; but does he wear his head?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because the last we saw here had a tustle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ne'er would have got into Heaven's good graces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had he not flung his head in all our faces.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"No," quoth the Cherub: "George the Third is dead."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"And who <i>is</i> George the Third?" replied the apostle:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>What George? what Third?</i>" "The King of England," said<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The angel. "Well! he won't find kings to jostle<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Him on his way; but does he wear his head?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Because the last we saw here had a tustle,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er would have got into Heaven's good graces,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had he not flung his head in all our faces.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He was—if I remember—King of France;<a name="FNanchor_510" id="FNanchor_510"></a><a href="#Footnote_510" class="fnanchor">[510]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">That head of his, which could not keep a crown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On earth, yet ventured in my face to advance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A claim to those of martyrs—like my own:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_494" id="Page_494">[494]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I had had my sword, as I had once<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I cut ears off, I had cut him down;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But having but my <i>keys</i>, and not my brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I only knocked his head from out his hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He was—if I remember—King of France;<a id="FNanchor_510"></a><a href="#Footnote_510" class="fnanchor">[510]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">That head of his, which could not keep a crown<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On earth, yet ventured in my face to advance<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A claim to those of martyrs—like my own:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_494">[494]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">If I had had my sword, as I had once<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When I cut ears off, I had cut him down;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But having but my <i>keys</i>, and not my brand,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I only knocked his head from out his hand.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And then he set up such a headless howl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That all the Saints came out and took him in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there he sits by Saint Paul, cheek by jowl;<a name="FNanchor_gn" id="FNanchor_gn"></a><a href="#Footnote_gn" class="fnanchor">[gn]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">That fellow Paul—the parvenù! The skin<a name="FNanchor_511" id="FNanchor_511"></a><a href="#Footnote_511" class="fnanchor">[511]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Saint Bartholomew, which makes his cowl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In heaven, and upon earth redeemed his sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So as to make a martyr, never sped<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better than did this weak and wooden head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And then he set up such a headless howl,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That all the Saints came out and took him in;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there he sits by Saint Paul, cheek by jowl;<a id="FNanchor_gn"></a><a href="#Footnote_gn" class="fnanchor">[gn]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">That fellow Paul—the parvenù! The skin<a id="FNanchor_511"></a><a href="#Footnote_511" class="fnanchor">[511]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Saint Bartholomew, which makes his cowl<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In heaven, and upon earth redeemed his sin,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So as to make a martyr, never sped<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Better than did this weak and wooden head.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But had it come up here upon its shoulders,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There would have been a different tale to tell:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fellow-feeling in the Saint's beholders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seems to have acted on them like a spell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so this very foolish head Heaven solders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Back on its trunk: it may be very well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seems the custom here to overthrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever has been wisely done below."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But had it come up here upon its shoulders,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There would have been a different tale to tell:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fellow-feeling in the Saint's beholders<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Seems to have acted on them like a spell;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so this very foolish head Heaven solders<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Back on its trunk: it may be very well,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seems the custom here to overthrow<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whatever has been wisely done below."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Angel answered, "Peter! do not pout:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The King who comes has head and all entire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never knew much what it was about—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He did as doth the puppet—by its wire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will be judged like all the rest, no doubt:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My business and your own is not to inquire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into such matters, but to mind our cue—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is to act as we are bid to do."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_495" id="Page_495">[495]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">The Angel answered, "Peter! do not pout:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The King who comes has head and all entire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And never knew much what it was about—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He did as doth the puppet—by its wire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And will be judged like all the rest, no doubt:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My business and your own is not to inquire<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into such matters, but to mind our cue—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which is to act as we are bid to do."<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_495">[495]</a></span></div></div> <h4>XXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While thus they spake, the angelic caravan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Arriving like a rush of mighty wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cleaving the fields of space, as doth the swan<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some silver stream (say Ganges, Nile, or Inde,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Thames, or Tweed), and midst them an old man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With an old soul, and both extremely blind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Halted before the gate, and, in his shroud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seated their fellow-traveller on a cloud.<a name="FNanchor_512" id="FNanchor_512"></a><a href="#Footnote_512" class="fnanchor">[512]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While thus they spake, the angelic caravan,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Arriving like a rush of mighty wind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cleaving the fields of space, as doth the swan<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Some silver stream (say Ganges, Nile, or Inde,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or Thames, or Tweed), and midst them an old man<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With an old soul, and both extremely blind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Halted before the gate, and, in his shroud,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seated their fellow-traveller on a cloud.<a id="FNanchor_512"></a><a href="#Footnote_512" class="fnanchor">[512]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But bringing up the rear of this bright host<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Spirit of a different aspect waved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wings, like thunder-clouds above some coast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose barren beach with frequent wrecks is paved;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His brow was like the deep when tempest-tossed;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fierce and unfathomable thoughts engraved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eternal wrath on his immortal face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>where</i> he gazed a gloom pervaded space.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But bringing up the rear of this bright host<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A Spirit of a different aspect waved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His wings, like thunder-clouds above some coast<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose barren beach with frequent wrecks is paved;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His brow was like the deep when tempest-tossed;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Fierce and unfathomable thoughts engraved<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Eternal wrath on his immortal face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>where</i> he gazed a gloom pervaded space.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As he drew near, he gazed upon the gate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ne'er to be entered more by him or Sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such a glance of supernatural hate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As made Saint Peter wish himself within;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He pottered<a name="FNanchor_513" id="FNanchor_513"></a><a href="#Footnote_513" class="fnanchor">[513]</a> with his keys at a great rate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sweated through his Apostolic skin:<a name="FNanchor_go" id="FNanchor_go"></a><a href="#Footnote_go" class="fnanchor">[go]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of course his perspiration was but ichor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or some such other spiritual liquor.<a name="FNanchor_gp" id="FNanchor_gp"></a><a href="#Footnote_gp" class="fnanchor">[gp]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he drew near, he gazed upon the gate<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Ne'er to be entered more by him or Sin,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With such a glance of supernatural hate,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As made Saint Peter wish himself within;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He pottered<a id="FNanchor_513"></a><a href="#Footnote_513" class="fnanchor">[513]</a> with his keys at a great rate,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And sweated through his Apostolic skin:<a id="FNanchor_go"></a><a href="#Footnote_go" class="fnanchor">[go]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of course his perspiration was but ichor,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or some such other spiritual liquor.<a id="FNanchor_gp"></a><a href="#Footnote_gp" class="fnanchor">[gp]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_496" id="Page_496">[496]</a></span></p><h4>XXVI.</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_496">[496]</a></span></p><h4>XXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The very Cherubs huddled all together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like birds when soars the falcon; and they felt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A tingling to the tip of every feather,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And formed a circle like Orion's belt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around their poor old charge; who scarce knew whither<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His guards had led him, though they gently dealt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With royal Manes (for by many stories,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And true, we learn the Angels all are Tories).<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very Cherubs huddled all together,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like birds when soars the falcon; and they felt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A tingling to the tip of every feather,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And formed a circle like Orion's belt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Around their poor old charge; who scarce knew whither<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His guards had led him, though they gently dealt<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With royal Manes (for by many stories,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And true, we learn the Angels all are Tories).<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As things were in this posture, the gate flew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Asunder, and the flashing of its hinges<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flung over space an universal hue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of many-coloured flame, until its tinges<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reached even our speck of earth, and made a new<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Aurora borealis spread its fringes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er the North Pole; the same seen, when ice-bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Captain Parry's crew, in "Melville's Sound."<a name="FNanchor_gq" id="FNanchor_gq"></a><a href="#Footnote_gq" class="fnanchor">[gq]</a><a name="FNanchor_514" id="FNanchor_514"></a><a href="#Footnote_514" class="fnanchor">[514]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As things were in this posture, the gate flew<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Asunder, and the flashing of its hinges<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Flung over space an universal hue<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of many-coloured flame, until its tinges<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reached even our speck of earth, and made a new<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Aurora borealis spread its fringes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the North Pole; the same seen, when ice-bound,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By Captain Parry's crew, in "Melville's Sound."<a id="FNanchor_gq"></a><a href="#Footnote_gq" class="fnanchor">[gq]</a><a id="FNanchor_514"></a><a href="#Footnote_514" class="fnanchor">[514]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And from the gate thrown open issued beaming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A beautiful and mighty Thing of Light,<a name="FNanchor_515" id="FNanchor_515"></a><a href="#Footnote_515" class="fnanchor">[515]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Radiant with glory, like a banner streaming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Victorious from some world-o'erthrowing fight:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My poor comparisons must needs be teeming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With earthly likenesses, for here the night<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_497" id="Page_497">[497]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of clay obscures our best conceptions, saving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Johanna Southcote,<a name="FNanchor_516" id="FNanchor_516"></a><a href="#Footnote_516" class="fnanchor">[516]</a> or Bob Southey raving.<a name="FNanchor_517" id="FNanchor_517"></a><a href="#Footnote_517" class="fnanchor">[517]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the gate thrown open issued beaming<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A beautiful and mighty Thing of Light,<a id="FNanchor_515"></a><a href="#Footnote_515" class="fnanchor">[515]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Radiant with glory, like a banner streaming<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Victorious from some world-o'erthrowing fight:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My poor comparisons must needs be teeming<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With earthly likenesses, for here the night<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_497">[497]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of clay obscures our best conceptions, saving<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Johanna Southcote,<a id="FNanchor_516"></a><a href="#Footnote_516" class="fnanchor">[516]</a> or Bob Southey raving.<a id="FNanchor_517"></a><a href="#Footnote_517" class="fnanchor">[517]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Twas the Archangel Michael: all men know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The make of Angels and Archangels, since<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's scarce a scribbler has not one to show,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the fiends' leader to the Angels' Prince.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There also are some altar-pieces, though<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I really can't say that they much evince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One's inner notions of immortal spirits;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let the connoisseurs explain <i>their</i> merits.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas the Archangel Michael: all men know<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The make of Angels and Archangels, since<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There's scarce a scribbler has not one to show,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From the fiends' leader to the Angels' Prince.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There also are some altar-pieces, though<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I really can't say that they much evince<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One's inner notions of immortal spirits;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let the connoisseurs explain <i>their</i> merits.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Michael flew forth in glory and in good;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A goodly work of him from whom all Glory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Good arise; the portal past—he stood;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before him the young Cherubs and Saints hoary—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(I say <i>young</i>, begging to be understood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By looks, not years; and should be very sorry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To state, they were not older than St. Peter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But merely that they seemed a little sweeter).<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Michael flew forth in glory and in good;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A goodly work of him from whom all Glory<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Good arise; the portal past—he stood;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Before him the young Cherubs and Saints hoary—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(I say <i>young</i>, begging to be understood<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By looks, not years; and should be very sorry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To state, they were not older than St. Peter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But merely that they seemed a little sweeter).<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Cherubs and the Saints bowed down before<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That arch-angelic Hierarch, the first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Essences angelical who wore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The aspect of a god; but this ne'er nursed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pride in his heavenly bosom, in whose core<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No thought, save for his Maker's service, durst<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_498" id="Page_498">[498]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intrude, however glorified and high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He knew him but the Viceroy of the sky.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Cherubs and the Saints bowed down before<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That arch-angelic Hierarch, the first<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Essences angelical who wore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The aspect of a god; but this ne'er nursed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pride in his heavenly bosom, in whose core<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No thought, save for his Maker's service, durst<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_498">[498]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Intrude, however glorified and high;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He knew him but the Viceroy of the sky.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He and the sombre, silent Spirit met—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They knew each other both for good and ill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such was their power, that neither could forget<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His former friend and future foe; but still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was a high, immortal, proud regret<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In either's eye, as if 'twere less their will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than destiny to make the eternal years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their date of war, and their "Champ Clos" the spheres.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He and the sombre, silent Spirit met—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They knew each other both for good and ill;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such was their power, that neither could forget<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His former friend and future foe; but still<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There was a high, immortal, proud regret<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In either's eye, as if 'twere less their will<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than destiny to make the eternal years<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their date of war, and their "Champ Clos" the spheres.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But here they were in neutral space: we know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Job, that Satan hath the power to pay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A heavenly visit thrice a-year or so;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that the "Sons of God," like those of clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must keep him company; and we might show<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the same book, in how polite a way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dialogue is held between the Powers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Good and Evil—but 'twould take up hours.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here they were in neutral space: we know<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From Job, that Satan hath the power to pay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A heavenly visit thrice a-year or so;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that the "Sons of God," like those of clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must keep him company; and we might show<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From the same book, in how polite a way<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dialogue is held between the Powers<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Good and Evil—but 'twould take up hours.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And this is not a theologic tract,<a name="FNanchor_518" id="FNanchor_518"></a><a href="#Footnote_518" class="fnanchor">[518]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">To prove with Hebrew and with Arabic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If Job be allegory or a fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But a true narrative; and thus I pick<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the whole but such and such an act<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As sets aside the slightest thought of trick.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis every tittle true, beyond suspicion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And accurate as any other vision.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this is not a theologic tract,<a id="FNanchor_518"></a><a href="#Footnote_518" class="fnanchor">[518]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">To prove with Hebrew and with Arabic,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If Job be allegory or a fact,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But a true narrative; and thus I pick<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From out the whole but such and such an act<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As sets aside the slightest thought of trick.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis every tittle true, beyond suspicion,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And accurate as any other vision.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_499" id="Page_499">[499]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_499">[499]</a></span></p> <h4>XXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spirits were in neutral space, before<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gate of Heaven; like eastern thresholds is<a name="FNanchor_519" id="FNanchor_519"></a><a href="#Footnote_519" class="fnanchor">[519]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The place where Death's grand cause is argued o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And souls despatched to that world or to this;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore Michael and the other wore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A civil aspect: though they did not kiss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet still between his Darkness and his Brightness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There passed a mutual glance of great politeness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spirits were in neutral space, before<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The gate of Heaven; like eastern thresholds is<a id="FNanchor_519"></a><a href="#Footnote_519" class="fnanchor">[519]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The place where Death's grand cause is argued o'er,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And souls despatched to that world or to this;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore Michael and the other wore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A civil aspect: though they did not kiss,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet still between his Darkness and his Brightness<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There passed a mutual glance of great politeness.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Archangel bowed, not like a modern beau,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But with a graceful oriental bend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pressing one radiant arm just where below<a name="FNanchor_gr" id="FNanchor_gr"></a><a href="#Footnote_gr" class="fnanchor">[gr]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The heart in good men is supposed to tend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He turned as to an equal, not too low,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But kindly; Satan met his ancient friend<a name="FNanchor_gs" id="FNanchor_gs"></a><a href="#Footnote_gs" class="fnanchor">[gs]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With more hauteur, as might an old Castilian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Noble meet a mushroom rich civilian.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Archangel bowed, not like a modern beau,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But with a graceful oriental bend,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pressing one radiant arm just where below<a id="FNanchor_gr"></a><a href="#Footnote_gr" class="fnanchor">[gr]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The heart in good men is supposed to tend;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He turned as to an equal, not too low,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But kindly; Satan met his ancient friend<a id="FNanchor_gs"></a><a href="#Footnote_gs" class="fnanchor">[gs]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With more hauteur, as might an old Castilian<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Poor Noble meet a mushroom rich civilian.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He merely bent his diabolic brow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An instant; and then raising it, he stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In act to assert his right or wrong, and show<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cause why King George by no means could or should<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make out a case to be exempt from woe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Eternal, more than other kings, endued<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With better sense and hearts, whom History mentions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who long have "paved Hell with their good intentions."<a name="FNanchor_520" id="FNanchor_520"></a><a href="#Footnote_520" class="fnanchor">[520]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He merely bent his diabolic brow<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An instant; and then raising it, he stood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In act to assert his right or wrong, and show<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Cause why King George by no means could or should<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Make out a case to be exempt from woe<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Eternal, more than other kings, endued<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With better sense and hearts, whom History mentions,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who long have "paved Hell with their good intentions."<a id="FNanchor_520"></a><a href="#Footnote_520" class="fnanchor">[520]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_500" id="Page_500">[500]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_500">[500]</a></span></p> <h4>XXXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Michael began: "What wouldst thou with this man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now dead, and brought before the Lord? What ill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath he wrought since his mortal race began,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thou canst claim him? Speak! and do thy will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be just: if in this earthly span<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He hath been greatly failing to fulfil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His duties as a king and mortal, say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he is thine; if not—let him have way."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Michael began: "What wouldst thou with this man,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Now dead, and brought before the Lord? What ill<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath he wrought since his mortal race began,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That thou canst claim him? Speak! and do thy will,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If it be just: if in this earthly span<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He hath been greatly failing to fulfil<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His duties as a king and mortal, say,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And he is thine; if not—let him have way."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Michael!" replied the Prince of Air, "even here<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before the gate of Him thou servest, must<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I claim my subject: and will make appear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That as he was my worshipper in dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So shall he be in spirit, although dear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To thee and thine, because nor wine nor lust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were of his weaknesses; yet on the throne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He reigned o'er millions to serve me alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Michael!" replied the Prince of Air, "even here<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Before the gate of Him thou servest, must<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I claim my subject: and will make appear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That as he was my worshipper in dust,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So shall he be in spirit, although dear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To thee and thine, because nor wine nor lust<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were of his weaknesses; yet on the throne<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He reigned o'er millions to serve me alone.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XL.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Look to <i>our</i> earth, or rather <i>mine</i>; it was,<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Once, more</i> thy master's: but I triumph not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this poor planet's conquest; nor, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Need he thou servest envy me my lot:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the myriads of bright worlds which pass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In worship round him, he may have forgot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yon weak creation of such paltry things:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think few worth damnation save their kings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Look to <i>our</i> earth, or rather <i>mine</i>; it was,<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Once, more</i> thy master's: but I triumph not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In this poor planet's conquest; nor, alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Need he thou servest envy me my lot:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all the myriads of bright worlds which pass<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In worship round him, he may have forgot<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yon weak creation of such paltry things:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I think few worth damnation save their kings,<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And these but as a kind of quit-rent, to<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Assert my right as Lord: and even had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I such an inclination,'twere (as you<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Well know) superfluous; they are grown so bad,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_501" id="Page_501">[501]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Hell has nothing better left to do<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than leave them to themselves: so much more mad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And evil by their own internal curse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven cannot make them better, nor I worse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And these but as a kind of quit-rent, to<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Assert my right as Lord: and even had<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I such an inclination,'twere (as you<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Well know) superfluous; they are grown so bad,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_501">[501]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That Hell has nothing better left to do<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than leave them to themselves: so much more mad<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And evil by their own internal curse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven cannot make them better, nor I worse.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Look to the earth, I said, and say again:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When this old, blind, mad, helpless, weak, poor worm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Began in youth's first bloom and flush to reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world and he both wore a different form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And much of earth and all the watery plain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Ocean called him king: through many a storm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His isles had floated on the abyss of Time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the rough virtues chose them for their clime.<a name="FNanchor_521" id="FNanchor_521"></a><a href="#Footnote_521" class="fnanchor">[521]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Look to the earth, I said, and say again:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When this old, blind, mad, helpless, weak, poor worm<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Began in youth's first bloom and flush to reign,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The world and he both wore a different form,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And much of earth and all the watery plain<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Ocean called him king: through many a storm<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His isles had floated on the abyss of Time;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the rough virtues chose them for their clime.<a id="FNanchor_521"></a><a href="#Footnote_521" class="fnanchor">[521]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He came to his sceptre young; he leaves it old:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Look to the state in which he found his realm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left it; and his annals too behold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How to a minion first he gave the helm;<a name="FNanchor_522" id="FNanchor_522"></a><a href="#Footnote_522" class="fnanchor">[522]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How grew upon his heart a thirst for gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The meanest hearts; and for the rest, but glance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine eye along America and France.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He came to his sceptre young; he leaves it old:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Look to the state in which he found his realm,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And left it; and his annals too behold,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How to a minion first he gave the helm;<a id="FNanchor_522"></a><a href="#Footnote_522" class="fnanchor">[522]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">How grew upon his heart a thirst for gold,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The meanest hearts; and for the rest, but glance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thine eye along America and France.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Tis true, he was a tool from first to last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(I have the workmen safe); but as a tool<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So let him be consumed. From out the past<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of ages, since mankind have known the rule<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of monarchs—from the bloody rolls amassed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Sin and Slaughter—from the Cæsars' school,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_502" id="Page_502">[502]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take the worst pupil; and produce a reign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More drenched with gore, more cumbered with the slain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis true, he was a tool from first to last<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(I have the workmen safe); but as a tool<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So let him be consumed. From out the past<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of ages, since mankind have known the rule<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of monarchs—from the bloody rolls amassed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Sin and Slaughter—from the Cæsars' school,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_502">[502]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Take the worst pupil; and produce a reign<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More drenched with gore, more cumbered with the slain.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He ever warred with freedom and the free:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nations as men, home subjects, foreign foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that they uttered the word 'Liberty!'<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Found George the Third their first opponent. Whose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">History was ever stained as his will be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With national and individual woes?<a name="FNanchor_gt" id="FNanchor_gt"></a><a href="#Footnote_gt" class="fnanchor">[gt]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I grant his household abstinence; I grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His neutral virtues, which most monarchs want;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He ever warred with freedom and the free:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Nations as men, home subjects, foreign foes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that they uttered the word 'Liberty!'<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Found George the Third their first opponent. Whose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">History was ever stained as his will be<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With national and individual woes?<a id="FNanchor_gt"></a><a href="#Footnote_gt" class="fnanchor">[gt]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I grant his household abstinence; I grant<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His neutral virtues, which most monarchs want;<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I know he was a constant consort; own<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He was a decent sire, and middling lord.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this is much, and most upon a throne;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As temperance, if at Apicius' board,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is more than at an anchorite's supper shown.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I grant him all the kindest can accord;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this was well for him, but not for those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Millions who found him what Oppression chose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I know he was a constant consort; own<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He was a decent sire, and middling lord.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All this is much, and most upon a throne;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As temperance, if at Apicius' board,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is more than at an anchorite's supper shown.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I grant him all the kindest can accord;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And this was well for him, but not for those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Millions who found him what Oppression chose.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The New World shook him off; the Old yet groans<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath what he and his prepared, if not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Completed: he leaves heirs on many thrones<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To all his vices, without what begot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compassion for him—his tame virtues; drones<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who sleep, or despots who have now forgot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lesson which shall be re-taught them, wake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the thrones of earth; but let them quake!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The New World shook him off; the Old yet groans<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath what he and his prepared, if not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Completed: he leaves heirs on many thrones<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To all his vices, without what begot<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Compassion for him—his tame virtues; drones<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who sleep, or despots who have now forgot<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lesson which shall be re-taught them, wake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the thrones of earth; but let them quake!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Five millions of the primitive, who hold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faith which makes ye great on earth, implored<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A <i>part</i> of that vast <i>all</i> they held of old,—<a name="FNanchor_gu" id="FNanchor_gu"></a><a href="#Footnote_gu" class="fnanchor">[gu]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Freedom to worship—not alone your Lord,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_503" id="Page_503">[503]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Michael, but you, and you, Saint Peter! Cold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must be your souls, if you have not abhorred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foe to Catholic participation<a name="FNanchor_523" id="FNanchor_523"></a><a href="#Footnote_523" class="fnanchor">[523]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the license of a Christian nation.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Five millions of the primitive, who hold<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The faith which makes ye great on earth, implored<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A <i>part</i> of that vast <i>all</i> they held of old,—<a id="FNanchor_gu"></a><a href="#Footnote_gu" class="fnanchor">[gu]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Freedom to worship—not alone your Lord,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_503">[503]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Michael, but you, and you, Saint Peter! Cold<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Must be your souls, if you have not abhorred<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The foe to Catholic participation<a id="FNanchor_523"></a><a href="#Footnote_523" class="fnanchor">[523]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In all the license of a Christian nation.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XLIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"True! he allowed them to pray God; but as<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A consequence of prayer, refused the law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which would have placed them upon the same base<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With those who did not hold the Saints in awe."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But here Saint Peter started from his place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cried, "You may the prisoner withdraw:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere Heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelph,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While I am guard, may I be damned myself!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"True! he allowed them to pray God; but as<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A consequence of prayer, refused the law<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which would have placed them upon the same base<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With those who did not hold the Saints in awe."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But here Saint Peter started from his place<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And cried, "You may the prisoner withdraw:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ere Heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelph,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While I am guard, may I be damned myself!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>L.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sooner will I with Cerberus exchange<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My office (and <i>his</i> is no sinecure)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than see this royal Bedlam-bigot range<a name="FNanchor_gv" id="FNanchor_gv"></a><a href="#Footnote_gv" class="fnanchor">[gv]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The azure fields of Heaven, of that be sure!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Saint!" replied Satan, "you do well to avenge<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wrongs he made your satellites endure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if to this exchange you should be given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll try to coax <i>our</i> Cerberus up to Heaven!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sooner will I with Cerberus exchange<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My office (and <i>his</i> is no sinecure)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than see this royal Bedlam-bigot range<a id="FNanchor_gv"></a><a href="#Footnote_gv" class="fnanchor">[gv]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The azure fields of Heaven, of that be sure!"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Saint!" replied Satan, "you do well to avenge<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The wrongs he made your satellites endure;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if to this exchange you should be given,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll try to coax <i>our</i> Cerberus up to Heaven!"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here Michael interposed: "Good Saint! and Devil!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pray, not so fast; you both outrun discretion.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saint Peter! you were wont to be more civil:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Satan! excuse this warmth of his expression,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_504" id="Page_504">[504]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And condescension to the vulgar's level:<a name="FNanchor_gw" id="FNanchor_gw"></a><a href="#Footnote_gw" class="fnanchor">[gw]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Even Saints sometimes forget themselves in session.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have you got more to say?"—"No."—"If you please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll trouble you to call your witnesses."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Michael interposed: "Good Saint! and Devil!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Pray, not so fast; you both outrun discretion.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saint Peter! you were wont to be more civil:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Satan! excuse this warmth of his expression,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_504">[504]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And condescension to the vulgar's level:<a id="FNanchor_gw"></a><a href="#Footnote_gw" class="fnanchor">[gw]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Even Saints sometimes forget themselves in session.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have you got more to say?"—"No."—"If you please,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll trouble you to call your witnesses."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Satan turned and waved his swarthy hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which stirred with its electric qualities<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouds farther off than we can understand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Although we find him sometimes in our skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Infernal thunder shook both sea and land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In all the planets—and Hell's batteries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let off the artillery, which Milton mentions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As one of Satan's most sublime inventions.<a name="FNanchor_524" id="FNanchor_524"></a><a href="#Footnote_524" class="fnanchor">[524]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Satan turned and waved his swarthy hand,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which stirred with its electric qualities<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Clouds farther off than we can understand,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Although we find him sometimes in our skies;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Infernal thunder shook both sea and land<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In all the planets—and Hell's batteries<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let off the artillery, which Milton mentions<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As one of Satan's most sublime inventions.<a id="FNanchor_524"></a><a href="#Footnote_524" class="fnanchor">[524]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This was a signal unto such damned souls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As have the privilege of their damnation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extended far beyond the mere controls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of worlds past, present, or to come; no station<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is theirs particularly in the rolls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Hell assigned; but where their inclination<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or business carries them in search of game,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They may range freely—being damned the same.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This was a signal unto such damned souls<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As have the privilege of their damnation<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Extended far beyond the mere controls<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of worlds past, present, or to come; no station<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is theirs particularly in the rolls<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Hell assigned; but where their inclination<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or business carries them in search of game,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They may range freely—being damned the same.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They are proud of this—as very well they may,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It being a sort of knighthood, or gilt key<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stuck in their loins;<a name="FNanchor_525" id="FNanchor_525"></a><a href="#Footnote_525" class="fnanchor">[525]</a> or like to an "entré"<a name="FNanchor_gx" id="FNanchor_gx"></a><a href="#Footnote_gx" class="fnanchor">[gx]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up the back stairs, or such free-masonry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_505" id="Page_505">[505]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I borrow my comparisons from clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Being clay myself. Let not those spirits be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Offended with such base low likenesses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We know their posts are nobler far than these.<a name="FNanchor_gy" id="FNanchor_gy"></a><a href="#Footnote_gy" class="fnanchor">[gy]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are proud of this—as very well they may,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It being a sort of knighthood, or gilt key<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stuck in their loins;<a id="FNanchor_525"></a><a href="#Footnote_525" class="fnanchor">[525]</a> or like to an "entré"<a id="FNanchor_gx"></a><a href="#Footnote_gx" class="fnanchor">[gx]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Up the back stairs, or such free-masonry.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_505">[505]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I borrow my comparisons from clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Being clay myself. Let not those spirits be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Offended with such base low likenesses;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We know their posts are nobler far than these.<a id="FNanchor_gy"></a><a href="#Footnote_gy" class="fnanchor">[gy]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the great signal ran from Heaven to Hell—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">About ten million times the distance reckoned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From our sun to its earth, as we can tell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How much time it takes up, even to a second,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For every ray that travels to dispel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fogs of London, through which, dimly beaconed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The weathercocks are gilt some thrice a year,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If that the <i>summer</i> is not too severe:<a name="FNanchor_526" id="FNanchor_526"></a><a href="#Footnote_526" class="fnanchor">[526]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the great signal ran from Heaven to Hell—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">About ten million times the distance reckoned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From our sun to its earth, as we can tell<br ></span> +<span class="i2">How much time it takes up, even to a second,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For every ray that travels to dispel<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The fogs of London, through which, dimly beaconed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The weathercocks are gilt some thrice a year,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If that the <i>summer</i> is not too severe:<a id="FNanchor_526"></a><a href="#Footnote_526" class="fnanchor">[526]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I say that I can tell—'twas half a minute;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know the solar beams take up more time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere, packed up for their journey, they begin it;<a name="FNanchor_gz" id="FNanchor_gz"></a><a href="#Footnote_gz" class="fnanchor">[gz]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But then their Telegraph is less sublime,<a name="FNanchor_527" id="FNanchor_527"></a><a href="#Footnote_527" class="fnanchor">[527]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if they ran a race, they would not win it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Gainst Satan's couriers bound for their own clime.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun takes up some years for every ray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To reach its goal—the Devil not half a day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I say that I can tell—'twas half a minute;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I know the solar beams take up more time<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ere, packed up for their journey, they begin it;<a id="FNanchor_gz"></a><a href="#Footnote_gz" class="fnanchor">[gz]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">But then their Telegraph is less sublime,<a id="FNanchor_527"></a><a href="#Footnote_527" class="fnanchor">[527]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if they ran a race, they would not win it<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Gainst Satan's couriers bound for their own clime.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sun takes up some years for every ray<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To reach its goal—the Devil not half a day.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the verge of space, about the size<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of half-a-crown, a little speck appeared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_506" id="Page_506">[506]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(I've seen a something like it in the skies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the Ægean, ere a squall); it neared,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, growing bigger, took another guise;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like an aërial ship it tacked, and steered,<a name="FNanchor_528" id="FNanchor_528"></a><a href="#Footnote_528" class="fnanchor">[528]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or <i>was</i> steered (I am doubtful of the grammar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the last phrase, which makes the stanza stammer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the verge of space, about the size<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of half-a-crown, a little speck appeared<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_506">[506]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">(I've seen a something like it in the skies<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In the Ægean, ere a squall); it neared,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And, growing bigger, took another guise;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like an aërial ship it tacked, and steered,<a id="FNanchor_528"></a><a href="#Footnote_528" class="fnanchor">[528]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or <i>was</i> steered (I am doubtful of the grammar<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the last phrase, which makes the stanza stammer;<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But take your choice): and then it grew a cloud;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And so it was—a cloud of witnesses.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But such a cloud! No land ere saw a crowd<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of locusts numerous as the heavens saw these;<a name="FNanchor_ha" id="FNanchor_ha"></a><a href="#Footnote_ha" class="fnanchor">[ha]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shadowed with their myriads Space; their loud<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And varied cries were like those of wild geese,<a name="FNanchor_hb" id="FNanchor_hb"></a><a href="#Footnote_hb" class="fnanchor">[hb]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If nations may be likened to a goose),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And realised the phrase of "Hell broke loose."<a name="FNanchor_529" id="FNanchor_529"></a><a href="#Footnote_529" class="fnanchor">[529]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But take your choice): and then it grew a cloud;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And so it was—a cloud of witnesses.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But such a cloud! No land ere saw a crowd<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of locusts numerous as the heavens saw these;<a id="FNanchor_ha"></a><a href="#Footnote_ha" class="fnanchor">[ha]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">They shadowed with their myriads Space; their loud<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And varied cries were like those of wild geese,<a id="FNanchor_hb"></a><a href="#Footnote_hb" class="fnanchor">[hb]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">(If nations may be likened to a goose),<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And realised the phrase of "Hell broke loose."<a id="FNanchor_529"></a><a href="#Footnote_529" class="fnanchor">[529]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here crashed a sturdy oath of stout John Bull,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who damned away his eyes as heretofore:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There Paddy brogued "By Jasus!"—"What's your wull?"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The temperate Scot exclaimed: the French ghost swore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In certain terms I shan't translate in full,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the first coachman will; and 'midst the war,<a name="FNanchor_hc" id="FNanchor_hc"></a><a href="#Footnote_hc" class="fnanchor">[hc]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voice of Jonathan was heard to express,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Our</i> President is going to war, I guess."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here crashed a sturdy oath of stout John Bull,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who damned away his eyes as heretofore:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There Paddy brogued "By Jasus!"—"What's your wull?"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The temperate Scot exclaimed: the French ghost swore<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In certain terms I shan't translate in full,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As the first coachman will; and 'midst the war,<a id="FNanchor_hc"></a><a href="#Footnote_hc" class="fnanchor">[hc]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The voice of Jonathan was heard to express,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Our</i> President is going to war, I guess."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Besides there were the Spaniard, Dutch, and Dane;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In short, an universal shoal of shades<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_507" id="Page_507">[507]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Otaheite's isle to Salisbury Plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of all climes and professions, years and trades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ready to swear against the good king's reign,<a name="FNanchor_hd" id="FNanchor_hd"></a><a href="#Footnote_hd" class="fnanchor">[hd]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bitter as clubs in cards are against spades:<a name="FNanchor_530" id="FNanchor_530"></a><a href="#Footnote_530" class="fnanchor">[530]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">All summoned by this grand "subpoena," to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Try if kings mayn't be damned like me or you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides there were the Spaniard, Dutch, and Dane;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In short, an universal shoal of shades<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_507">[507]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From Otaheite's isle to Salisbury Plain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of all climes and professions, years and trades,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ready to swear against the good king's reign,<a id="FNanchor_hd"></a><a href="#Footnote_hd" class="fnanchor">[hd]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Bitter as clubs in cards are against spades:<a id="FNanchor_530"></a><a href="#Footnote_530" class="fnanchor">[530]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">All summoned by this grand "subpoena," to<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Try if kings mayn't be damned like me or you.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Michael saw this host, he first grew pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Angels can; next, like Italian twilight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He turned all colours—as a peacock's tail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or sunset streaming through a Gothic skylight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In some old abbey, or a trout not stale,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or distant lightning on the horizon by night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a fresh rainbow, or a grand review<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thirty regiments in red, green, and blue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Michael saw this host, he first grew pale,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As Angels can; next, like Italian twilight,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He turned all colours—as a peacock's tail,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or sunset streaming through a Gothic skylight<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In some old abbey, or a trout not stale,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or distant lightning on the horizon by night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or a fresh rainbow, or a grand review<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of thirty regiments in red, green, and blue.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then he addressed himself to Satan: "Why—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My good old friend, for such I deem you, though<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our different parties make us fight so shy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ne'er mistake you for a <i>personal</i> foe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our difference <i>political</i>, and I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Trust that, whatever may occur below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know my great respect for you: and this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes me regret whate'er you do amiss—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then he addressed himself to Satan: "Why—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My good old friend, for such I deem you, though<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our different parties make us fight so shy,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I ne'er mistake you for a <i>personal</i> foe;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our difference <i>political</i>, and I<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Trust that, whatever may occur below,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You know my great respect for you: and this<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Makes me regret whate'er you do amiss—<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Why, my dear Lucifer, would you abuse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My call for witnesses? I did not mean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you should half of Earth and Hell produce;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Tis even superfluous, since two honest, clean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True testimonies are enough: we lose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our Time, nay, our Eternity, between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The accusation and defence: if we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear both, 'twill stretch our immortality."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_508" id="Page_508">[508]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">"Why, my dear Lucifer, would you abuse<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My call for witnesses? I did not mean<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That you should half of Earth and Hell produce;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis even superfluous, since two honest, clean,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">True testimonies are enough: we lose<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Our Time, nay, our Eternity, between<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The accusation and defence: if we<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hear both, 'twill stretch our immortality."<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_508">[508]</a></span></div></div> <h4>LXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Satan replied, "To me the matter is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Indifferent, in a personal point of view:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can have fifty better souls than this<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With far less trouble than we have gone through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already; and I merely argued his<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Late Majesty of Britain's case with you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a point of form: you may dispose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of him; I've kings enough below, God knows!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Satan replied, "To me the matter is<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Indifferent, in a personal point of view:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I can have fifty better souls than this<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With far less trouble than we have gone through<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Already; and I merely argued his<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Late Majesty of Britain's case with you<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon a point of form: you may dispose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of him; I've kings enough below, God knows!"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spoke the Demon (late called "multifaced"<a name="FNanchor_531" id="FNanchor_531"></a><a href="#Footnote_531" class="fnanchor">[531]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">By multo-scribbling Southey). "Then we'll call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One or two persons of the myriads placed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Around our congress, and dispense with all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rest," quoth Michael: "Who may be so graced<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As to speak first? there's choice enough—who shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It be?" Then Satan answered, "There are many;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you may choose Jack Wilkes as well as any."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus spoke the Demon (late called "multifaced"<a id="FNanchor_531"></a><a href="#Footnote_531" class="fnanchor">[531]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">By multo-scribbling Southey). "Then we'll call<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One or two persons of the myriads placed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Around our congress, and dispense with all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The rest," quoth Michael: "Who may be so graced<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As to speak first? there's choice enough—who shall<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It be?" Then Satan answered, "There are many;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But you may choose Jack Wilkes as well as any."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A merry, cock-eyed, curious-looking Sprite<a name="FNanchor_532" id="FNanchor_532"></a><a href="#Footnote_532" class="fnanchor">[532]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon the instant started from the throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dressed in a fashion now forgotten quite;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For all the fashions of the flesh stick long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_509" id="Page_509">[509]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">By people in the next world; where unite<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the costumes since Adam's, right or wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Eve's fig-leaf down to the petticoat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost as scanty, of days less remote.<a name="FNanchor_533" id="FNanchor_533"></a><a href="#Footnote_533" class="fnanchor">[533]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A merry, cock-eyed, curious-looking Sprite<a id="FNanchor_532"></a><a href="#Footnote_532" class="fnanchor">[532]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the instant started from the throng,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dressed in a fashion now forgotten quite;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For all the fashions of the flesh stick long<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_509">[509]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">By people in the next world; where unite<br ></span> +<span class="i2">All the costumes since Adam's, right or wrong,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From Eve's fig-leaf down to the petticoat,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Almost as scanty, of days less remote.<a id="FNanchor_533"></a><a href="#Footnote_533" class="fnanchor">[533]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Spirit looked around upon the crowds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Assembled, and exclaimed, "My friends of all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spheres, we shall catch cold amongst these clouds;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So let's to business: why this general call?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If those are freeholders I see in shrouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And 'tis for an election that they bawl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold a candidate with unturned coat!<a name="FNanchor_he" id="FNanchor_he"></a><a href="#Footnote_he" class="fnanchor">[he]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saint Peter, may I count upon your vote?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Spirit looked around upon the crowds<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Assembled, and exclaimed, "My friends of all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The spheres, we shall catch cold amongst these clouds;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So let's to business: why this general call?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If those are freeholders I see in shrouds,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And 'tis for an election that they bawl,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Behold a candidate with unturned coat!<a id="FNanchor_he"></a><a href="#Footnote_he" class="fnanchor">[he]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Saint Peter, may I count upon your vote?"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sir," replied Michael, "you mistake; these things<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are of a former life, and what we do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above is more august; to judge of kings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is the tribunal met: so now you know."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Then I presume those gentlemen with wings,"<a name="FNanchor_hf" id="FNanchor_hf"></a><a href="#Footnote_hf" class="fnanchor">[hf]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said Wilkes, "are Cherubs; and that soul below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks much like George the Third, but to my mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A good deal older—bless me! is he blind?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sir," replied Michael, "you mistake; these things<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are of a former life, and what we do<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Above is more august; to judge of kings<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is the tribunal met: so now you know."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Then I presume those gentlemen with wings,"<a id="FNanchor_hf"></a><a href="#Footnote_hf" class="fnanchor">[hf]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Said Wilkes, "are Cherubs; and that soul below<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Looks much like George the Third, but to my mind<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A good deal older—bless me! is he blind?"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He is what you behold him, and his doom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Depends upon his deeds," the Angel said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"If you have aught to arraign in him, the tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gives license to the humblest beggar's head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lift itself against the loftiest."—"Some,"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said Wilkes, "don't wait to see them laid in lead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such a liberty—and I, for one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have told them what I thought beneath the sun."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_510" id="Page_510">[510]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">"He is what you behold him, and his doom<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Depends upon his deeds," the Angel said;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"If you have aught to arraign in him, the tomb<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Gives license to the humblest beggar's head<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To lift itself against the loftiest."—"Some,"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Said Wilkes, "don't wait to see them laid in lead,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For such a liberty—and I, for one,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have told them what I thought beneath the sun."<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_510">[510]</a></span></div></div> <h4>LXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Above</i> the sun repeat, then, what thou hast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To urge against him," said the Archangel. "Why,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replied the spirit, "since old scores are past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must I turn evidence? In faith, not I.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, I beat him hollow at the last<a name="FNanchor_534" id="FNanchor_534"></a><a href="#Footnote_534" class="fnanchor">[534]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all his Lords and Commons: in the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I don't like ripping up old stories, since<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His conduct was but natural in a prince.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Above</i> the sun repeat, then, what thou hast<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To urge against him," said the Archangel. "Why,"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Replied the spirit, "since old scores are past,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Must I turn evidence? In faith, not I.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, I beat him hollow at the last<a id="FNanchor_534"></a><a href="#Footnote_534" class="fnanchor">[534]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With all his Lords and Commons: in the sky<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I don't like ripping up old stories, since<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His conduct was but natural in a prince.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Foolish, no doubt, and wicked, to oppress<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A poor unlucky devil without a shilling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then I blame the man himself much less<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than Bute and Grafton<a name="FNanchor_535" id="FNanchor_535"></a><a href="#Footnote_535" class="fnanchor">[535]</a>, and shall be unwilling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see him punished here for their excess,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since they were both damned long ago, and still in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_511" id="Page_511">[511]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their place below: for me, I have forgiven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vote his <i>habeas corpus</i> into Heaven."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Foolish, no doubt, and wicked, to oppress<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A poor unlucky devil without a shilling;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But then I blame the man himself much less<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Than Bute and Grafton<a id="FNanchor_535"></a><a href="#Footnote_535" class="fnanchor">[535]</a>, and shall be unwilling<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To see him punished here for their excess,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Since they were both damned long ago, and still in<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_511">[511]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their place below: for me, I have forgiven,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And vote his <i>habeas corpus</i> into Heaven."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Wilkes," said the Devil, "I understand all this;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You turned to half a courtier<a name="FNanchor_536" id="FNanchor_536"></a><a href="#Footnote_536" class="fnanchor">[536]</a> ere you died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seem to think it would not be amiss<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To grow a whole one on the other side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Charon's ferry; you forget that <i>his</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Reign is concluded; whatsoe'er betide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He won't be sovereign more: you've lost your labour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For at the best he will but be your neighbour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Wilkes," said the Devil, "I understand all this;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">You turned to half a courtier<a id="FNanchor_536"></a><a href="#Footnote_536" class="fnanchor">[536]</a> ere you died,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And seem to think it would not be amiss<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To grow a whole one on the other side<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Charon's ferry; you forget that <i>his</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Reign is concluded; whatsoe'er betide,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He won't be sovereign more: you've lost your labour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For at the best he will but be your neighbour.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"However, I knew what to think of it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I beheld you in your jesting way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flitting and whispering round about the spit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where Belial, upon duty for the day<a name="FNanchor_hg" id="FNanchor_hg"></a><a href="#Footnote_hg" class="fnanchor">[hg]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Fox's lard was basting William Pitt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His pupil; I knew what to think, I say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fellow even in Hell breeds farther ills;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll have him <i>gagged</i>—'twas one of his own Bills<a name="FNanchor_537" id="FNanchor_537"></a><a href="#Footnote_537" class="fnanchor">[537]</a>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"However, I knew what to think of it,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When I beheld you in your jesting way,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Flitting and whispering round about the spit<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where Belial, upon duty for the day<a id="FNanchor_hg"></a><a href="#Footnote_hg" class="fnanchor">[hg]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With Fox's lard was basting William Pitt,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His pupil; I knew what to think, I say:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That fellow even in Hell breeds farther ills;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll have him <i>gagged</i>—'twas one of his own Bills<a id="FNanchor_537"></a><a href="#Footnote_537" class="fnanchor">[537]</a>.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_512" id="Page_512">[512]</a></span></p><h4>LXXIV.</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_512">[512]</a></span></p><h4>LXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Call Junius!" From the crowd a shadow stalked<a name="FNanchor_538" id="FNanchor_538"></a><a href="#Footnote_538" class="fnanchor">[538]</a>.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And at the name there was a general squeeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that the very ghosts no longer walked<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In comfort, at their own aërial ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But were all rammed, and jammed (but to be balked,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As we shall see), and jostled hands and knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like wind compressed and pent within a bladder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or like a human colic, which is sadder.<a name="FNanchor_hh" id="FNanchor_hh"></a><a href="#Footnote_hh" class="fnanchor">[hh]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Call Junius!" From the crowd a shadow stalked<a id="FNanchor_538"></a><a href="#Footnote_538" class="fnanchor">[538]</a>.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And at the name there was a general squeeze,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So that the very ghosts no longer walked<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In comfort, at their own aërial ease,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But were all rammed, and jammed (but to be balked,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As we shall see), and jostled hands and knees,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like wind compressed and pent within a bladder,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or like a human colic, which is sadder.<a id="FNanchor_hh"></a><a href="#Footnote_hh" class="fnanchor">[hh]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The shadow came—a tall, thin, grey-haired figure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That looked as it had been a shade on earth<a name="FNanchor_hi" id="FNanchor_hi"></a><a href="#Footnote_hi" class="fnanchor">[hi]</a>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quick in its motions, with an air of vigour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But nought to mark its breeding or its birth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now it waxed little, then again grew bigger<a name="FNanchor_hj" id="FNanchor_hj"></a><a href="#Footnote_hj" class="fnanchor">[hj]</a>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With now an air of gloom, or savage mirth:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as you gazed upon its features, they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Changed every instant—to <i>what</i>, none could say.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shadow came—a tall, thin, grey-haired figure,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That looked as it had been a shade on earth<a id="FNanchor_hi"></a><a href="#Footnote_hi" class="fnanchor">[hi]</a>;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quick in its motions, with an air of vigour,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But nought to mark its breeding or its birth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now it waxed little, then again grew bigger<a id="FNanchor_hj"></a><a href="#Footnote_hj" class="fnanchor">[hj]</a>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With now an air of gloom, or savage mirth:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But as you gazed upon its features, they<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Changed every instant—to <i>what</i>, none could say.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_513" id="Page_513">[513]</a></span></p><h4>LXXVI.</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_513">[513]</a></span></p><h4>LXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The more intently the ghosts gazed, the less<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could they distinguish whose the features were;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Devil himself seemed puzzled even to guess;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They varied like a dream—now here, now there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And several people swore from out the press,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They knew him perfectly; and one could swear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was his father; upon which another<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was sure he was his mother's cousin's brother:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The more intently the ghosts gazed, the less<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Could they distinguish whose the features were;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Devil himself seemed puzzled even to guess;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They varied like a dream—now here, now there;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And several people swore from out the press,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">They knew him perfectly; and one could swear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He was his father; upon which another<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was sure he was his mother's cousin's brother:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Another, that he was a duke, or knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An orator, a lawyer, or a priest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A nabob, a man-midwife;<a name="FNanchor_539" id="FNanchor_539"></a><a href="#Footnote_539" class="fnanchor">[539]</a> but the wight<a name="FNanchor_hk" id="FNanchor_hk"></a><a href="#Footnote_hk" class="fnanchor">[hk]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mysterious changed his countenance at least<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As oft as they their minds: though in full sight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He stood, the puzzle only was increased;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man was a phantasmagoria in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Himself—he was so volatile and thin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another, that he was a duke, or knight,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">An orator, a lawyer, or a priest,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A nabob, a man-midwife;<a id="FNanchor_539"></a><a href="#Footnote_539" class="fnanchor">[539]</a> but the wight<a id="FNanchor_hk"></a><a href="#Footnote_hk" class="fnanchor">[hk]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Mysterious changed his countenance at least<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As oft as they their minds: though in full sight<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He stood, the puzzle only was increased;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The man was a phantasmagoria in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Himself—he was so volatile and thin.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moment that you had pronounced him <i>one</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Presto! his face changed, and he was another;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when that change was hardly well put on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It varied, till I don't think his own mother<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_514" id="Page_514">[514]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If that he had a mother) would her son<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have known, he shifted so from one to t'other;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till guessing from a pleasure grew a task,<a name="FNanchor_hl" id="FNanchor_hl"></a><a href="#Footnote_hl" class="fnanchor">[hl]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At this epistolary "Iron Mask."<a name="FNanchor_540" id="FNanchor_540"></a><a href="#Footnote_540" class="fnanchor">[540]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moment that you had pronounced him <i>one</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Presto! his face changed, and he was another;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when that change was hardly well put on,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It varied, till I don't think his own mother<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_514">[514]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">(If that he had a mother) would her son<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Have known, he shifted so from one to t'other;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till guessing from a pleasure grew a task,<a id="FNanchor_hl"></a><a href="#Footnote_hl" class="fnanchor">[hl]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">At this epistolary "Iron Mask."<a id="FNanchor_540"></a><a href="#Footnote_540" class="fnanchor">[540]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For sometimes he like Cerberus would seem—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Three gentlemen at once"<a name="FNanchor_541" id="FNanchor_541"></a><a href="#Footnote_541" class="fnanchor">[541]</a> (as sagely says<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good Mrs. Malaprop); then you might deem<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That he was not even <i>one</i>; now many rays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were flashing round him; and now a thick steam<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hid him from sight—like fogs on London days:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now Burke, now Tooke, he grew to people's fancies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And certes often like Sir Philip Francis.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sometimes he like Cerberus would seem—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Three gentlemen at once"<a id="FNanchor_541"></a><a href="#Footnote_541" class="fnanchor">[541]</a> (as sagely says<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Good Mrs. Malaprop); then you might deem<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That he was not even <i>one</i>; now many rays<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Were flashing round him; and now a thick steam<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Hid him from sight—like fogs on London days:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now Burke, now Tooke, he grew to people's fancies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And certes often like Sir Philip Francis.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I've an hypothesis—'tis quite my own;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I never let it out till now, for fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of doing people harm about the throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And injuring some minister or peer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On whom the stigma might perhaps be blown;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It is—my gentle public, lend thine ear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis, that what Junius we are wont to call,<a name="FNanchor_hm" id="FNanchor_hm"></a><a href="#Footnote_hm" class="fnanchor">[hm]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was <i>really—truly</i>—nobody at all.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've an hypothesis—'tis quite my own;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I never let it out till now, for fear<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of doing people harm about the throne,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And injuring some minister or peer,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On whom the stigma might perhaps be blown;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It is—my gentle public, lend thine ear!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis, that what Junius we are wont to call,<a id="FNanchor_hm"></a><a href="#Footnote_hm" class="fnanchor">[hm]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was <i>really—truly</i>—nobody at all.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_515" id="Page_515">[515]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_515">[515]</a></span></p> <h4>LXXXI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I don't see wherefore letters should not be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Written without hands, since we daily view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Them written without heads; and books, we see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are filled as well without the latter too:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And really till we fix on somebody<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For certain sure to claim them as his due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their author, like the Niger's mouth,<a name="FNanchor_542" id="FNanchor_542"></a><a href="#Footnote_542" class="fnanchor">[542]</a> will bother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world to say if <i>there</i> be mouth or author.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I don't see wherefore letters should not be<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Written without hands, since we daily view<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Them written without heads; and books, we see,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are filled as well without the latter too:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And really till we fix on somebody<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For certain sure to claim them as his due,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their author, like the Niger's mouth,<a id="FNanchor_542"></a><a href="#Footnote_542" class="fnanchor">[542]</a> will bother<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The world to say if <i>there</i> be mouth or author.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And who and what art thou?" the Archangel said.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"For <i>that</i> you may consult my title-page,"<a name="FNanchor_543" id="FNanchor_543"></a><a href="#Footnote_543" class="fnanchor">[543]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replied this mighty shadow of a shade:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"If I have kept my secret half an age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I scarce shall tell it now."—"Canst thou upbraid,"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Continued Michael, "George Rex, or allege<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aught further?" Junius answered, "You had better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First ask him for <i>his</i> answer to my letter:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And who and what art thou?" the Archangel said.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"For <i>that</i> you may consult my title-page,"<a id="FNanchor_543"></a><a href="#Footnote_543" class="fnanchor">[543]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Replied this mighty shadow of a shade:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"If I have kept my secret half an age,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I scarce shall tell it now."—"Canst thou upbraid,"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Continued Michael, "George Rex, or allege<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Aught further?" Junius answered, "You had better<br ></span> +<span class="i0">First ask him for <i>his</i> answer to my letter:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"My charges upon record will outlast<a name="FNanchor_hn" id="FNanchor_hn"></a><a href="#Footnote_hn" class="fnanchor">[hn]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The brass of both his epitaph and tomb."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Repent'st thou not," said Michael, "of some past<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Exaggeration? something which may doom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thyself if false, as him if true? Thou wast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Too bitter—is it not so?—in thy gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of passion?"—"Passion!" cried the phantom dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I loved my country, and I hated him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My charges upon record will outlast<a id="FNanchor_hn"></a><a href="#Footnote_hn" class="fnanchor">[hn]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">The brass of both his epitaph and tomb."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Repent'st thou not," said Michael, "of some past<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Exaggeration? something which may doom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thyself if false, as him if true? Thou wast<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Too bitter—is it not so?—in thy gloom<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of passion?"—"Passion!" cried the phantom dim,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"I loved my country, and I hated him.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_516" id="Page_516">[516]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_516">[516]</a></span></p> <h4>LXXXIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"What I have written, I have written: let<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rest be on his head or mine!" So spoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old "<i>Nominis Umbra</i>;" and while speaking yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Away he melted in celestial smoke.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then Satan said to Michael, "Don't forget<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To call George Washington, and John Horne Tooke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Franklin;"<a name="FNanchor_544" id="FNanchor_544"></a><a href="#Footnote_544" class="fnanchor">[544]</a>—but at this time there was heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cry for room, though not a phantom stirred.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What I have written, I have written: let<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The rest be on his head or mine!" So spoke<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Old "<i>Nominis Umbra</i>;" and while speaking yet,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Away he melted in celestial smoke.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then Satan said to Michael, "Don't forget<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To call George Washington, and John Horne Tooke,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Franklin;"<a id="FNanchor_544"></a><a href="#Footnote_544" class="fnanchor">[544]</a>—but at this time there was heard<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A cry for room, though not a phantom stirred.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At length with jostling, elbowing, and the aid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Cherubim appointed to that post,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The devil Asmodeus<a name="FNanchor_545" id="FNanchor_545"></a><a href="#Footnote_545" class="fnanchor">[545]</a> to the circle made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His way, and looked as if his journey cost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some trouble. When his burden down he laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"What's this?" cried Michael; "why, 'tis not a ghost?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I know it," quoth the Incubus; "but he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be one, if you leave the affair to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length with jostling, elbowing, and the aid<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of Cherubim appointed to that post,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The devil Asmodeus<a id="FNanchor_545"></a><a href="#Footnote_545" class="fnanchor">[545]</a> to the circle made<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His way, and looked as if his journey cost<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some trouble. When his burden down he laid,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"What's this?" cried Michael; "why, 'tis not a ghost?"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"I know it," quoth the Incubus; "but he<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall be one, if you leave the affair to me.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Confound the renegado!<a name="FNanchor_546" id="FNanchor_546"></a><a href="#Footnote_546" class="fnanchor">[546]</a> I have sprained<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My left wing, he's so heavy;<a name="FNanchor_547" id="FNanchor_547"></a><a href="#Footnote_547" class="fnanchor">[547]</a> one would think<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_517" id="Page_517">[517]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some of his works about his neck were chained.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But to the point; while hovering o'er the brink<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Skiddaw (where as usual it still rained),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw a taper, far below me, wink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stooping, caught this fellow at a libel—<a name="FNanchor_ho" id="FNanchor_ho"></a><a href="#Footnote_ho" class="fnanchor">[ho]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No less on History—than the Holy Bible.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Confound the renegado!<a id="FNanchor_546"></a><a href="#Footnote_546" class="fnanchor">[546]</a> I have sprained<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My left wing, he's so heavy;<a id="FNanchor_547"></a><a href="#Footnote_547" class="fnanchor">[547]</a> one would think<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_517">[517]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Some of his works about his neck were chained.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But to the point; while hovering o'er the brink<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Skiddaw (where as usual it still rained),<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I saw a taper, far below me, wink,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And stooping, caught this fellow at a libel—<a id="FNanchor_ho"></a><a href="#Footnote_ho" class="fnanchor">[ho]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">No less on History—than the Holy Bible.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The former is the Devil's scripture, and<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The latter yours, good Michael: so the affair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Belongs to all of us, you understand.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I snatched him up just as you see him there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brought him off for sentence out of hand:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I've scarcely been ten minutes in the air—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least a quarter it can hardly be:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dare say that his wife is still at tea."<a name="FNanchor_548" id="FNanchor_548"></a><a href="#Footnote_548" class="fnanchor">[548]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The former is the Devil's scripture, and<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The latter yours, good Michael: so the affair<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Belongs to all of us, you understand.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I snatched him up just as you see him there,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And brought him off for sentence out of hand:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I've scarcely been ten minutes in the air—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">At least a quarter it can hardly be:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I dare say that his wife is still at tea."<a id="FNanchor_548"></a><a href="#Footnote_548" class="fnanchor">[548]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here Satan said, "I know this man of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And have expected him for some time here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sillier fellow you will scarce behold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or more conceited in his petty sphere:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But surely it was not worth while to fold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such trash below your wing, Asmodeus dear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We had the poor wretch safe (without being bored<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With carriage) coming of his own accord.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Satan said, "I know this man of old,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And have expected him for some time here;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sillier fellow you will scarce behold,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or more conceited in his petty sphere:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But surely it was not worth while to fold<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such trash below your wing, Asmodeus dear:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">We had the poor wretch safe (without being bored<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With carriage) coming of his own accord.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>LXXXIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But since he's here, let's see what he has done."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Done!" cried Asmodeus, "he anticipates<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_518" id="Page_518">[518]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very business you are now upon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And scribbles as if head clerk to the Fates.<a name="FNanchor_hp" id="FNanchor_hp"></a><a href="#Footnote_hp" class="fnanchor">[hp]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows to what his ribaldry may run,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When such an ass<a name="FNanchor_549" id="FNanchor_549"></a><a href="#Footnote_549" class="fnanchor">[549]</a> as this, like Balaam's, prates?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Let's hear," quoth Michael, "what he has to say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know we're bound to that in every way."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But since he's here, let's see what he has done."<br ></span> +<span class="i2">"Done!" cried Asmodeus, "he anticipates<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_518">[518]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The very business you are now upon,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And scribbles as if head clerk to the Fates.<a id="FNanchor_hp"></a><a href="#Footnote_hp" class="fnanchor">[hp]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who knows to what his ribaldry may run,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When such an ass<a id="FNanchor_549"></a><a href="#Footnote_549" class="fnanchor">[549]</a> as this, like Balaam's, prates?"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Let's hear," quoth Michael, "what he has to say:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You know we're bound to that in every way."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XC.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the bard, glad to get an audience, which<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By no means often was his case below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Began to cough, and hawk, and hem, and pitch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His voice into that awful note of woe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all unhappy hearers within reach<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of poets when the tide of rhyme's in flow;<a name="FNanchor_550" id="FNanchor_550"></a><a href="#Footnote_550" class="fnanchor">[550]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But stuck fast with his first hexameter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not one of all whose gouty feet would stir.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now the bard, glad to get an audience, which<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By no means often was his case below,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Began to cough, and hawk, and hem, and pitch<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His voice into that awful note of woe<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To all unhappy hearers within reach<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of poets when the tide of rhyme's in flow;<a id="FNanchor_550"></a><a href="#Footnote_550" class="fnanchor">[550]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But stuck fast with his first hexameter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not one of all whose gouty feet would stir.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But ere the spavined dactyls could be spurred<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into recitative, in great dismay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both Cherubim and Seraphim were heard<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To murmur loudly through their long array;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Michael rose ere he could get a word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of all his foundered verses under way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cried, "For God's sake stop, my friend! 'twere best—<a name="FNanchor_551" id="FNanchor_551"></a><a href="#Footnote_551" class="fnanchor">[551]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'<i>Non Di, non homines</i>'—you know the rest."<a name="FNanchor_552" id="FNanchor_552"></a><a href="#Footnote_552" class="fnanchor">[552]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere the spavined dactyls could be spurred<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Into recitative, in great dismay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Both Cherubim and Seraphim were heard<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To murmur loudly through their long array;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Michael rose ere he could get a word<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of all his foundered verses under way,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And cried, "For God's sake stop, my friend! 'twere best—<a id="FNanchor_551"></a><a href="#Footnote_551" class="fnanchor">[551]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'<i>Non Di, non homines</i>'—you know the rest."<a id="FNanchor_552"></a><a href="#Footnote_552" class="fnanchor">[552]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_519" id="Page_519">[519]</a></span></p><h4>XCII.</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_519">[519]</a></span></p><h4>XCII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A general bustle spread throughout the throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which seemed to hold all verse in detestation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Angels had of course enough of song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When upon service; and the generation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ghosts had heard too much in life, not long<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before, to profit by a new occasion:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Monarch, mute till then, exclaimed, "What! what!<a name="FNanchor_553" id="FNanchor_553"></a><a href="#Footnote_553" class="fnanchor">[553]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Pye</i><a name="FNanchor_554" id="FNanchor_554"></a><a href="#Footnote_554" class="fnanchor">[554]</a> come again? No more—no more of that!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A general bustle spread throughout the throng,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which seemed to hold all verse in detestation;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Angels had of course enough of song<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When upon service; and the generation<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of ghosts had heard too much in life, not long<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Before, to profit by a new occasion:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Monarch, mute till then, exclaimed, "What! what!<a id="FNanchor_553"></a><a href="#Footnote_553" class="fnanchor">[553]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Pye</i><a id="FNanchor_554"></a><a href="#Footnote_554" class="fnanchor">[554]</a> come again? No more—no more of that!"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tumult grew; an universal cough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Convulsed the skies, as during a debate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Castlereagh has been up long enough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Before he was first minister of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I mean—the <i>slaves hear now</i>); some cried "Off, off!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As at a farce; till, grown quite desperate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Bard Saint Peter prayed to interpose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Himself an author) only for his prose.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_520" id="Page_520">[520]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">The tumult grew; an universal cough<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Convulsed the skies, as during a debate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When Castlereagh has been up long enough<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(Before he was first minister of state,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I mean—the <i>slaves hear now</i>); some cried "Off, off!"<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As at a farce; till, grown quite desperate,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Bard Saint Peter prayed to interpose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Himself an author) only for his prose.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_520">[520]</a></span></div></div> <h4>XCIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The varlet was not an ill-favoured knave;<a name="FNanchor_hq" id="FNanchor_hq"></a><a href="#Footnote_hq" class="fnanchor">[hq]</a><a name="FNanchor_555" id="FNanchor_555"></a><a href="#Footnote_555" class="fnanchor">[555]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">A good deal like a vulture in the face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a hook nose and a hawk's eye, which gave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A smart and sharper-looking sort of grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his whole aspect, which, though rather grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was by no means so ugly as his case;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that, indeed, was hopeless as can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite a poetic felony "<i>de se</i>."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The varlet was not an ill-favoured knave;<a id="FNanchor_hq"></a><a href="#Footnote_hq" class="fnanchor">[hq]</a><a id="FNanchor_555"></a><a href="#Footnote_555" class="fnanchor">[555]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">A good deal like a vulture in the face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a hook nose and a hawk's eye, which gave<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A smart and sharper-looking sort of grace<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To his whole aspect, which, though rather grave,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Was by no means so ugly as his case;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But that, indeed, was hopeless as can be,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quite a poetic felony "<i>de se</i>."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Michael blew his trump, and stilled the noise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With one still greater, as is yet the mode<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On earth besides; except some grumbling voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which now and then will make a slight inroad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon decorous silence, few will twice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lift up their lungs when fairly overcrowed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now the Bard could plead his own bad cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the attitudes of self-applause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Michael blew his trump, and stilled the noise<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With one still greater, as is yet the mode<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On earth besides; except some grumbling voice,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which now and then will make a slight inroad<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon decorous silence, few will twice<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Lift up their lungs when fairly overcrowed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And now the Bard could plead his own bad cause,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all the attitudes of self-applause.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He said—(I only give the heads)—he said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He meant no harm in scribbling; 'twas his way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon all topics; 'twas, besides, his bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of which he buttered both sides; 'twould delay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too long the assembly (he was pleased to dread),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And take up rather more time than a day,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_521" id="Page_521">[521]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To name his works—he would but cite a few—<a name="FNanchor_hr" id="FNanchor_hr"></a><a href="#Footnote_hr" class="fnanchor">[hr]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Wat Tyler"—"Rhymes on Blenheim"—"Waterloo."<a name="FNanchor_556" id="FNanchor_556"></a><a href="#Footnote_556" class="fnanchor">[556]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He said—(I only give the heads)—he said,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He meant no harm in scribbling; 'twas his way<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon all topics; 'twas, besides, his bread,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of which he buttered both sides; 'twould delay<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Too long the assembly (he was pleased to dread),<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And take up rather more time than a day,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_521">[521]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To name his works—he would but cite a few—<a id="FNanchor_hr"></a><a href="#Footnote_hr" class="fnanchor">[hr]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Wat Tyler"—"Rhymes on Blenheim"—"Waterloo."<a id="FNanchor_556"></a><a href="#Footnote_556" class="fnanchor">[556]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCVII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He had written praises of a Regicide;<a name="FNanchor_557" id="FNanchor_557"></a><a href="#Footnote_557" class="fnanchor">[557]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">He had written praises of all kings whatever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had written for republics far and wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then against them bitterer than ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For pantisocracy he once had cried<a name="FNanchor_558" id="FNanchor_558"></a><a href="#Footnote_558" class="fnanchor">[558]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Aloud, a scheme less moral than 'twas clever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then grew a hearty anti-jacobin—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had turned his coat—and would have turned his skin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had written praises of a Regicide;<a id="FNanchor_557"></a><a href="#Footnote_557" class="fnanchor">[557]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">He had written praises of all kings whatever;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He had written for republics far and wide,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And then against them bitterer than ever;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For pantisocracy he once had cried<a id="FNanchor_558"></a><a href="#Footnote_558" class="fnanchor">[558]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Aloud, a scheme less moral than 'twas clever;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then grew a hearty anti-jacobin—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had turned his coat—and would have turned his skin.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCVIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He had sung against all battles, and again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their high praise and glory; he had called<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_522" id="Page_522">[522]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reviewing "the ungentle craft," and then<a name="FNanchor_559" id="FNanchor_559"></a><a href="#Footnote_559" class="fnanchor">[559]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Became as base a critic as e'er crawled—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fed, paid, and pampered by the very men<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By whom his muse and morals had been mauled:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had written much blank verse, and blanker prose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more of both than any body knows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had sung against all battles, and again<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In their high praise and glory; he had called<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_522">[522]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reviewing "the ungentle craft," and then<a id="FNanchor_559"></a><a href="#Footnote_559" class="fnanchor">[559]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Became as base a critic as e'er crawled—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Fed, paid, and pampered by the very men<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By whom his muse and morals had been mauled:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He had written much blank verse, and blanker prose,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And more of both than any body knows.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>XCIX.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He had written Wesley's<a name="FNanchor_560" id="FNanchor_560"></a><a href="#Footnote_560" class="fnanchor">[560]</a> life:—here turning round<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Satan, "Sir, I'm ready to write yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In two octavo volumes, nicely bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With notes and preface, all that most allures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pious purchaser; and there's no ground<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For fear, for I can choose my own reviewers:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So let me have the proper documents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I may add you to my other saints."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had written Wesley's<a id="FNanchor_560"></a><a href="#Footnote_560" class="fnanchor">[560]</a> life:—here turning round<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To Satan, "Sir, I'm ready to write yours,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In two octavo volumes, nicely bound,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With notes and preface, all that most allures<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The pious purchaser; and there's no ground<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For fear, for I can choose my own reviewers:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So let me have the proper documents,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I may add you to my other saints."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>C.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Satan bowed, and was silent. "Well, if you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With amiable modesty, decline<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My offer, what says Michael? There are few<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose memoirs could be rendered more divine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine is a pen of all work;<a name="FNanchor_561" id="FNanchor_561"></a><a href="#Footnote_561" class="fnanchor">[561]</a> not so new<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As it was once, but I would make you shine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like your own trumpet. By the way, my own<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has more of brass in it, and is as well blown.<a name="FNanchor_hs" id="FNanchor_hs"></a><a href="#Footnote_hs" class="fnanchor">[hs]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Satan bowed, and was silent. "Well, if you,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With amiable modesty, decline<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My offer, what says Michael? There are few<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Whose memoirs could be rendered more divine.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mine is a pen of all work;<a id="FNanchor_561"></a><a href="#Footnote_561" class="fnanchor">[561]</a> not so new<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As it was once, but I would make you shine<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like your own trumpet. By the way, my own<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has more of brass in it, and is as well blown.<a id="FNanchor_hs"></a><a href="#Footnote_hs" class="fnanchor">[hs]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>CI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But talking about trumpets, here's my 'Vision!'<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now you shall judge, all people—yes—you shall<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_523" id="Page_523">[523]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Judge with my judgment! and by my decision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be guided who shall enter heaven or fall.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I settle all these things by intuition,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Times present, past, to come—Heaven—Hell—and all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like King Alfonso<a name="FNanchor_562" id="FNanchor_562"></a><a href="#Footnote_562" class="fnanchor">[562]</a>. When I thus see double,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I save the Deity some worlds of trouble."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But talking about trumpets, here's my 'Vision!'<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Now you shall judge, all people—yes—you shall<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_523">[523]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Judge with my judgment! and by my decision<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Be guided who shall enter heaven or fall.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I settle all these things by intuition,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Times present, past, to come—Heaven—Hell—and all,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like King Alfonso<a id="FNanchor_562"></a><a href="#Footnote_562" class="fnanchor">[562]</a>. When I thus see double,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I save the Deity some worlds of trouble."<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>CII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He ceased, and drew forth an MS.; and no<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Persuasion on the part of Devils, Saints,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Angels, now could stop the torrent; so<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He read the first three lines of the contents:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But at the fourth, the whole spiritual show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had vanished, with variety of scents,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_524" id="Page_524">[524]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ambrosial and sulphureous, as they sprang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like lightning, off from his "melodious twang."<a name="FNanchor_563" id="FNanchor_563"></a><a href="#Footnote_563" class="fnanchor">[563]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He ceased, and drew forth an MS.; and no<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Persuasion on the part of Devils, Saints,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or Angels, now could stop the torrent; so<br ></span> +<span class="i2">He read the first three lines of the contents:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But at the fourth, the whole spiritual show<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Had vanished, with variety of scents,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_524">[524]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ambrosial and sulphureous, as they sprang,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like lightning, off from his "melodious twang."<a id="FNanchor_563"></a><a href="#Footnote_563" class="fnanchor">[563]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>CIII.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those grand heroics acted as a spell;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Angels stopped their ears and plied their pinions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Devils ran howling, deafened, down to Hell;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ghosts fled, gibbering, for their own dominions—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For 'tis not yet decided where they dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I leave every man to his opinions);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Michael took refuge in his trump—but, lo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His teeth were set on edge, he could not blow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those grand heroics acted as a spell;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Angels stopped their ears and plied their pinions;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Devils ran howling, deafened, down to Hell;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The ghosts fled, gibbering, for their own dominions—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(For 'tis not yet decided where they dwell,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I leave every man to his opinions);<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Michael took refuge in his trump—but, lo!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His teeth were set on edge, he could not blow!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>CIV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Saint Peter, who has hitherto been known<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For an impetuous saint, upraised his keys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at the fifth line knocked the poet down;<a name="FNanchor_564" id="FNanchor_564"></a><a href="#Footnote_564" class="fnanchor">[564]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who fell like Phaeton, but more at ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into his lake, for there he did not drown;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A different web being by the Destinies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woven for the Laureate's final wreath, whene'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reform shall happen either here or there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saint Peter, who has hitherto been known<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For an impetuous saint, upraised his keys,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And at the fifth line knocked the poet down;<a id="FNanchor_564"></a><a href="#Footnote_564" class="fnanchor">[564]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who fell like Phaeton, but more at ease,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Into his lake, for there he did not drown;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A different web being by the Destinies<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Woven for the Laureate's final wreath, whene'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reform shall happen either here or there.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>CV.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He first sank to the bottom—like his works,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But soon rose to the surface—like himself;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_525" id="Page_525">[525]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all corrupted things are buoyed like corks,<a name="FNanchor_565" id="FNanchor_565"></a><a href="#Footnote_565" class="fnanchor">[565]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">By their own rottenness, light as an elf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or wisp that flits o'er a morass: he lurks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It may be, still, like dull books on a shelf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his own den, to scrawl some "Life" or "Vision,"<a name="FNanchor_ht" id="FNanchor_ht"></a><a href="#Footnote_ht" class="fnanchor">[ht]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Welborn says—"the Devil turned precisian."<a name="FNanchor_566" id="FNanchor_566"></a><a href="#Footnote_566" class="fnanchor">[566]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He first sank to the bottom—like his works,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But soon rose to the surface—like himself;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_525">[525]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For all corrupted things are buoyed like corks,<a id="FNanchor_565"></a><a href="#Footnote_565" class="fnanchor">[565]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">By their own rottenness, light as an elf,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or wisp that flits o'er a morass: he lurks,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">It may be, still, like dull books on a shelf,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In his own den, to scrawl some "Life" or "Vision,"<a id="FNanchor_ht"></a><a href="#Footnote_ht" class="fnanchor">[ht]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As Welborn says—"the Devil turned precisian."<a id="FNanchor_566"></a><a href="#Footnote_566" class="fnanchor">[566]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>CVI.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As for the rest, to come to the conclusion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of this true dream, the telescope is gone<a name="FNanchor_hu" id="FNanchor_hu"></a><a href="#Footnote_hu" class="fnanchor">[hu]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which kept my optics free from all delusion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And showed me what I in my turn have shown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All I saw farther, in the last confusion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was, that King George slipped into Heaven for one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when the tumult dwindled to a calm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I left him practising the hundredth psalm.<a name="FNanchor_567" id="FNanchor_567"></a><a href="#Footnote_567" class="fnanchor">[567]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As for the rest, to come to the conclusion<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of this true dream, the telescope is gone<a id="FNanchor_hu"></a><a href="#Footnote_hu" class="fnanchor">[hu]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which kept my optics free from all delusion,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And showed me what I in my turn have shown;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All I saw farther, in the last confusion,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Was, that King George slipped into Heaven for one;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when the tumult dwindled to a calm,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I left him practising the hundredth psalm.<a id="FNanchor_567"></a><a href="#Footnote_567" class="fnanchor">[567]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">R<span class="sup">a</span> Oct. 4, 1821.</p> @@ -25645,14 +25592,14 @@ lessons" are apt to be found in strange company. <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_492" id="Footnote_492"></a><a href="#FNanchor_492"> +<p><a id="Footnote_492"></a><a href="#FNanchor_492"> <span class="label">[492]</span></a> <a id="Note_481"></a>{481} ["Aye, he and the count's footman were jabbering French like two intriguing ducks in a mill-pond; and I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly."—Farquhar, <i>The Beaux' Stratagem</i>, act iii. sc. 2.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_493" id="Footnote_493"></a><a href="#FNanchor_493"> +<p><a id="Footnote_493"></a><a href="#FNanchor_493"> <span class="label">[493]</span></a> <a id="Note_482"></a>{482}[These were not the expressions employed by Lord Eldon. The Chancellor laid down the principle that "damages cannot be recovered for a work which is in its nature calculated to do an injury @@ -25670,7 +25617,7 @@ copies were sold (see <i>Life and Correspondence of R. Southey</i>, 1850, iv. 237, 241, 249, 252).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_494" id="Footnote_494"></a><a href="#FNanchor_494"> +<p><a id="Footnote_494"></a><a href="#FNanchor_494"> <span class="label">[494]</span></a> [William Smith, M.P. for Norwich, attacked Southey in the House of Commons on the 14th of March, 1817, and the Laureate replied by a letter in the <i>Courier</i>, dated March 17, 1817, and by a letter "To @@ -25679,7 +25626,7 @@ Southey, 1832, ii. 7-31). The exact words used were, "the determined malignity of a renegade" (see Hansard's <i>Parl. Debates</i>, xxxv. 1088).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_495" id="Footnote_495"></a><a href="#FNanchor_495"> +<p><a id="Footnote_495"></a><a href="#FNanchor_495"> <span class="label">[495]</span></a> [One of Southey's juvenile poems is an "Inscription for the Apartment in Chepstow Castle, where Henry Martin, the Regicide, was imprisoned thirty years" (see Southey's <i>Poems</i>, 1797, p. 59). Canning @@ -25689,7 +25636,7 @@ the Door of the Cell in Newgate, where Mrs. Brownrigg, the Anti-jacobin</i>, 1828, p. 6).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_496" id="Footnote_496"></a><a href="#FNanchor_496"> +<p><a id="Footnote_496"></a><a href="#FNanchor_496"> <span class="label">[496]</span></a> <a id="Note_484"></a>{484}[See "<i>The Vision, etc.</i>, made English by Sir R. Lestrange, and burlesqued by a Person of Quality:" <i>Visions, being a Satire on the corruptions and vices of all degrees of Mankind</i>. @@ -25703,21 +25650,21 @@ Judgment," see <i>History of Spanish Literature</i>, by George Ticknor, 1888, ii. 339-344.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_497" id="Footnote_497"></a><a href="#FNanchor_497"> +<p><a id="Footnote_497"></a><a href="#FNanchor_497"> <span class="label">[497]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["Milton's strong pinion now not Heav'n can bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now Serpent-like, in prose he sweeps the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Quibbles, Angel and Archangel join,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And God the Father turns a School-divine."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["Milton's strong pinion now not Heav'n can bound,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now Serpent-like, in prose he sweeps the ground,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In Quibbles, Angel and Archangel join,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And God the Father turns a School-divine."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Pope's <i>Imitations of Horace</i>, Book ii. Ep. i. lines 99-102.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_498" id="Footnote_498"></a><a href="#FNanchor_498"> +<p><a id="Footnote_498"></a><a href="#FNanchor_498"> <span class="label">[498]</span></a> [Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864) had recently published a volume of Latin poems (<i>Idyllia Heroica Decem. Librum Phaleuciorum Unum</i>. Partim jam primum Partim iterum atque tertio edit Savagius @@ -25750,70 +25697,70 @@ estimates of Byron's works and genius, see <i>Works</i>, 1876, iv. 44-46, 88, 89, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_499" id="Footnote_499"></a><a href="#FNanchor_499"> +<p><a id="Footnote_499"></a><a href="#FNanchor_499"> <span class="label">[499]</span></a> <a id="Note_485"></a>{485}[The words enclosed in brackets were expunged in later editions.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_500" id="Footnote_500"></a><a href="#FNanchor_500"> +<p><a id="Footnote_500"></a><a href="#FNanchor_500"> <span class="label">[500]</span></a> <a id="Note_487"></a>{487}[Ra[venna] May 7<span class="sup">th</span>, 1821.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_fz" id="Footnote_fz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fz"> +<p><a id="Footnote_fz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_fz"> <span class="label">[fz]</span></a> <i>Or break a runaway</i>—[MS., alternative reading.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ga" id="Footnote_ga"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ga"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ga"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ga"> <span class="label">[ga]</span></a> <i>Finding their patients past all care and cure.</i>—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gb" id="Footnote_gb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gb"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gb"> <span class="label">[gb]</span></a> <a id="Note_488"></a>{488} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>To turn him here and there for some resource</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span style="font-size:200%;position:absolute;left:3.5em;padding-top:7px;">{</span><i>And found no better counsel from his peers</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And claimed the help of his celestial peers</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To turn him here and there for some resource</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span style="font-size:200%;position:absolute;left:3.5em;padding-top:7px;">{</span><i>And found no better counsel from his peers</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And claimed the help of his celestial peers</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gc" id="Footnote_gc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gc"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gc"> <span class="label">[gc]</span></a> <i>By the immense extent of his remarks</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gd" id="Footnote_gd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gd"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gd"> <span class="label">[gd]</span></a> <i>The page was so splashed o'er</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ge" id="Footnote_ge"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ge"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ge"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ge"> <span class="label">[ge]</span></a> <i>Though he himself had helped the Conqueror's sword</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gf" id="Footnote_gf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gf"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gf"> <span class="label">[gf]</span></a> <a id="Note_489"></a>{489} <i>'Tis that he has that Conqueror in reversion</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_501" id="Footnote_501"></a><a href="#FNanchor_501"> +<p><a id="Footnote_501"></a><a href="#FNanchor_501"> <span class="label">[501]</span></a> [Napoleon died May 5, 1821, two days before Byron began his <i>Vision of Judgment</i>, but, of course, the news did not reach Europe till long afterwards.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gg" id="Footnote_gg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gg"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gg"> <span class="label">[gg]</span></a> <i>They will be crushed yet</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gh" id="Footnote_gh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gh"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gh"> <span class="label">[gh]</span></a> <i>Not so gigantic in the head as horn</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_502" id="Footnote_502"></a><a href="#FNanchor_502"> +<p><a id="Footnote_502"></a><a href="#FNanchor_502"> <span class="label">[502]</span></a> [George III. died the 29th of January, 1820. "The year 1820 was an era signalized ... by the many efforts of the revolutionary spirit which at that time broke forth, like ill-suppressed fire, @@ -25823,45 +25770,45 @@ secret societies, under the name of Carbonari, had been organized."—<i>Life</i>. p. 467.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gi" id="Footnote_gi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gi"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gi"> <span class="label">[gi]</span></a> <i>Who fought for tyranny until withdrawn</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_503" id="Footnote_503"></a><a href="#FNanchor_503"> +<p><a id="Footnote_503"></a><a href="#FNanchor_503"> <span class="label">[503]</span></a></p> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">["Thus as I stood, the bell, which awhile from its -warning had rested,<br /></span> +warning had rested,<br ></span> <span class="i0">Sent forth its note again, <span class="smcap">Toll</span>! <span class="smcap">Toll</span>! through the -silence of evening....<br /></span> +silence of evening....<br ></span> <span class="i0">Thou art released! I cried: thy soul is delivered -from bondage!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou who hast lain so long in mental and visual darkness,<br /></span> +from bondage!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou who hast lain so long in mental and visual darkness,<br ></span> <span class="i0">Thou art in yonder Heaven! thy place is in light and glory." -<br /></span> +<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>A Vision of Judgement</i>, by R. Southey, i.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gj" id="Footnote_gj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gj"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gj"> <span class="label">[gj]</span></a> <i>A better country squire——.—[MS. erased.]</i></p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gk" id="Footnote_gk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gk"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gk"> <span class="label">[gk]</span></a> <a id="Note_490"></a>{490} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>He died and left his kingdom still behind</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Not much less mad—and certainly as blind</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>He died and left his kingdom still behind</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Not much less mad—and certainly as blind</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_504" id="Footnote_504"></a><a href="#FNanchor_504"> +<p><a id="Footnote_504"></a><a href="#FNanchor_504"> <span class="label">[504]</span></a> [At the time of the king's death Byron expressed himself somewhat differently. "I see," he says (Letter to Murray, February 21, 1820), "the good old King is gone to his place; one can't help being @@ -25869,7 +25816,7 @@ sorry, though blindness, and age, and insanity are supposed to be drawbacks on human felicity."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_505" id="Footnote_505"></a><a href="#FNanchor_505"> +<p><a id="Footnote_505"></a><a href="#FNanchor_505"> <span class="label">[505]</span></a> ["The display was most magnificent; the powerful light which threw all below into strong relief, reached but high enough to touch the pendent helmets and banners into faint colouring, and the roof @@ -25884,17 +25831,17 @@ grandeur."-From a description of the funeral of George the Third (signed J. T.), in the <i>European Magazine</i>, February, 1820, vol. 77, p. 123.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_506" id="Footnote_506"></a><a href="#FNanchor_506"> +<p><a id="Footnote_506"></a><a href="#FNanchor_506"> <span class="label">[506]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["So by the unseen comforted, raised I my head in obedience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a vault I found myself placed, arched over on all sides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Narrow and low was that house of the dead. Around it were coffins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each in its niche, and pails, and urns, and funeral hatchments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Velvets of Tyrian dye, retaining their hues unfaded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blazonry vivid still, as if fresh from the touch of the limner;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor was the golden fringe, nor the golden broidery, tarnished."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["So by the unseen comforted, raised I my head in obedience,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in a vault I found myself placed, arched over on all sides<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Narrow and low was that house of the dead. Around it were coffins,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Each in its niche, and pails, and urns, and funeral hatchments,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Velvets of Tyrian dye, retaining their hues unfaded;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Blazonry vivid still, as if fresh from the touch of the limner;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor was the golden fringe, nor the golden broidery, tarnished."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>A Vision, etc.</i>, ii. </p><p> @@ -25915,7 +25862,7 @@ in dead gold.... The handles were of silver, richly gilt of a massive modern pattern, and the most exquisite workmanship."—Ibid., p. 126.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_507" id="Footnote_507"></a><a href="#FNanchor_507"> +<p><a id="Footnote_507"></a><a href="#FNanchor_507"> <span class="label">[507]</span></a> <a id="Note_491"></a>{491}["The body of his Majesty was not embalmed in the usual manner, but has been wrapped in cere-clothes, to preserve it as long as possible.... The corpse, indeed, exhibited a painful spectacle @@ -25924,14 +25871,14 @@ constitution, ... and hence, possibly, the surgeons deemed it impossible to perform the process of embalming in the usual way."—Ibid., p. 126.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_508" id="Footnote_508"></a><a href="#FNanchor_508"> +<p><a id="Footnote_508"></a><a href="#FNanchor_508"> <span class="label">[508]</span></a> [The fact that George II. pocketed, and never afterwards produced or attempted to carry out his father's will, may have suggested to the scandalous the possibility of a similar act on the part of his great-grandson.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gl" id="Footnote_gl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gl"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gl"> <span class="label">[gl]</span></a> <a id="Note_492"></a>{492} </p><p> <i>In whom his</i> @@ -25944,70 +25891,70 @@ great-grandson.]</p></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_509" id="Footnote_509"></a><a href="#FNanchor_509"> +<p><a id="Footnote_509"></a><a href="#FNanchor_509"> <span class="label">[509]</span></a> [Lady Byron's account of her husband's theological opinions is at variance with this statement. (See <i>Diary</i> of H. C. Robinson, 1869, iii. 436.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gm" id="Footnote_gm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gm"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gm"> <span class="label">[gm]</span></a> <a id="Note_493"></a>{493} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>But he with first a start and then a nod</i>.—[MS.]<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Snored, "There is some new star gone out by G—d!"-</i>-[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But he with first a start and then a nod</i>.—[MS.]<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Snored, "There is some new star gone out by G—d!"-</i>-[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_510" id="Footnote_510"></a><a href="#FNanchor_510"> +<p><a id="Footnote_510"></a><a href="#FNanchor_510"> <span class="label">[510]</span></a> [Louis the Sixteenth was guillotined January 21, 1793.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gn" id="Footnote_gn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gn"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gn"> <span class="label">[gn]</span></a> <a id="Note_494"></a>{494} <i>That fellow Paul the damndest Saint</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_511" id="Footnote_511"></a><a href="#FNanchor_511"> +<p><a id="Footnote_511"></a><a href="#FNanchor_511"> <span class="label">[511]</span></a> ["The blessed apostle Bartholomew preached first in Lycaonia, and, at the last, in Athens ... and there he was first flayed, and afterwards his head was smitten off."—<i>Golden Legend</i>, edited by F. S. Ellis, 1900, v. 41.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_512" id="Footnote_512"></a><a href="#FNanchor_512"> +<p><a id="Footnote_512"></a><a href="#FNanchor_512"> <span class="label">[512]</span></a> <a id="Note_495"></a>{495} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Then I beheld the King. From a cloud which covered the pavement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His reverend form uprose: heavenward his face was directed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavenward his eyes were raised, and heavenward his arms were directed."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then I beheld the King. From a cloud which covered the pavement<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His reverend form uprose: heavenward his face was directed.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heavenward his eyes were raised, and heavenward his arms were directed."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Vision, etc.</i>, iii.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_513" id="Footnote_513"></a><a href="#FNanchor_513"> +<p><a id="Footnote_513"></a><a href="#FNanchor_513"> <span class="label">[513]</span></a> [The reading of the MS. and of the <i>Liberal</i> is "pottered." The editions of 1831, 1832, 1837, etc., read "pattered."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_go" id="Footnote_go"></a><a href="#FNanchor_go"> +<p><a id="Footnote_go"></a><a href="#FNanchor_go"> <span class="label">[go]</span></a>——<i>his whole celestial skin</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gp" id="Footnote_gp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gp"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gp"> <span class="label">[gp]</span></a> <i>Or some such other superhuman ichor</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gq" id="Footnote_gq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gq"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gq"> <span class="label">[gq]</span></a> <a id="Note_496"></a>{496} <i>By Captain Parry's crews</i>——.—[<i>The Liberal</i>, 1822, i. 12.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_514" id="Footnote_514"></a><a href="#FNanchor_514"> +<p><a id="Footnote_514"></a><a href="#FNanchor_514"> <span class="label">[514]</span></a> ["The luminous arch had broken into irregular masses, streaming with much rapidity in different directions, varying continually, in shape and interest, and extending themselves from north, @@ -26017,7 +25964,7 @@ tinge of red was noticed when the aurora was most vivid, but no other colours were visible."—<i>Sir E. Parry's Voyage in</i> 1819-20, p. 135.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_515" id="Footnote_515"></a><a href="#FNanchor_515"> +<p><a id="Footnote_515"></a><a href="#FNanchor_515"> <span class="label">[515]</span></a> [Compare "Methought I saw a fair youth borne with prodigious speed through the heavens, who gave a blast to his trumpet so violent, that the radiant beauty of his countenance was in part @@ -26025,29 +25972,29 @@ disfigured by it."—Translation of Quevedo's "Dream of Skulls," by G. Ticknor, <i>History of Spanish Literature</i>, 1888, ii. 340.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_516" id="Footnote_516"></a><a href="#FNanchor_516"> +<p><a id="Footnote_516"></a><a href="#FNanchor_516"> <span class="label">[516]</span></a> <a id="Note_497"></a>{497} [Joanna Southcott, born 1750, published her <i>Book of Wonders</i>, 1813-14, died December 27, 1814.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_517" id="Footnote_517"></a><a href="#FNanchor_517"> +<p><a id="Footnote_517"></a><a href="#FNanchor_517"> <span class="label">[517]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["Eminent on a hill, there stood the Celestial City;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beaming afar it shone; its towers and cupolas rising<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High in the air serene, with the brightness of gold in the furnace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where on their breadth the splendour lay intense and quiescent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Part with a fierier glow, and a short thick tremulous motion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the burning pyropus; and turrets and pinnacles sparkled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Playing in jets of light, with a diamond-like glory coruscant."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["Eminent on a hill, there stood the Celestial City;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beaming afar it shone; its towers and cupolas rising<br ></span> +<span class="i0">High in the air serene, with the brightness of gold in the furnace,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where on their breadth the splendour lay intense and quiescent.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Part with a fierier glow, and a short thick tremulous motion<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like the burning pyropus; and turrets and pinnacles sparkled,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Playing in jets of light, with a diamond-like glory coruscant."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Vision, etc.,</i> iv.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_518" id="Footnote_518"></a><a href="#FNanchor_518"> +<p><a id="Footnote_518"></a><a href="#FNanchor_518"> <span class="label">[518]</span></a> <a id="Note_498"></a>{498} [See <i>The Book of Job</i> literally translated from the original Hebrew, by John Mason Good, F.R.S. (1764-1827), London, 1812. In the "Introductory Dissertation," the author upholds the biographical @@ -26056,7 +26003,7 @@ Professor Michaelis (Johann David, 1717-1791). The notes abound in citations from the Hebrew and from the Arabic version.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_519" id="Footnote_519"></a><a href="#FNanchor_519"> +<p><a id="Footnote_519"></a><a href="#FNanchor_519"> <span class="label">[519]</span></a> <a id="Note_499"></a>{499}["The gates or gateways of Eastern cities" were used as "places for public deliberation, administration of justice, or audience for kings and nations, or ambassadors." See <i>Deut</i>. xvi. 18. @@ -26066,15 +26013,15 @@ word "Porte" in speaking of the Government of Constantinople.—Smith's <i>Diet, of the Bible</i>, art. "Gate."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gr" id="Footnote_gr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gr"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gr"> <span class="label">[gr]</span></a> <i>Crossing his radiant arms</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gs" id="Footnote_gs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gs"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gs"> <span class="label">[gs]</span></a> <i>But kindly; Sathan met</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_520" id="Footnote_520"></a><a href="#FNanchor_520"> +<p><a id="Footnote_520"></a><a href="#FNanchor_520"> <span class="label">[520]</span></a> ["No saint in the course of his religious warfare was more sensible of the unhappy failure of pious resolves than Dr. Johnson; he said one day, talking to an acquaintance on this subject, 'Sir, hell @@ -26083,19 +26030,19 @@ and wishes." <i>Jacula Prudentum,</i> by George Herbert, ed. 1651, p. 11; Boswell's <i>Life of Johnson,</i> 1876, p. 450, note 5.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_521" id="Footnote_521"></a><a href="#FNanchor_521"> +<p><a id="Footnote_521"></a><a href="#FNanchor_521"> <span class="label">[521]</span></a> <a id="Note_501"></a>{501} [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Not once or twice in our rough Island's story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The path of duty has become the path of glory."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Not once or twice in our rough Island's story<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The path of duty has become the path of glory."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Tennyson's <i>Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington.</i>] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_522" id="Footnote_522"></a><a href="#FNanchor_522"> +<p><a id="Footnote_522"></a><a href="#FNanchor_522"> <span class="label">[522]</span></a> [John Stuart, Earl of Bute (1713-1792), was Secretary of State March 25, 1761, and Prime Minister May 29, 1762-April, 1763. For the general estimate of the influence which Bute exercised on the young @@ -26103,16 +26050,16 @@ king, see a caricature entitled "The Royal Dupe" (Wright, p. 285), <i>Dict. of Nat. Biog.</i>, art. "George III."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gt" id="Footnote_gt"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gt"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gt"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gt"> <span class="label">[gt]</span></a> <a id="Note_502"></a>{502} <i>With blood and debt</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gu" id="Footnote_gu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gu"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gu"> <span class="label">[gu]</span></a> <i>A</i> part <i>of that which they held all of old</i>.—[MS. erased]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_523" id="Footnote_523"></a><a href="#FNanchor_523"> +<p><a id="Footnote_523"></a><a href="#FNanchor_523"> <span class="label">[523]</span></a> <a id="Note_503"></a>{503}[George III. resisted Catholic Emancipation in 1795. "The more I reflect on the subject, the more I feel the danger of the proposal."—Letter to Pitt, February 6, 1795. Again, February 1, 1801, @@ -26127,28 +26074,28 @@ Stanhope, 1879, ii. 434, 461; <i>Dict. of Nat. Biog.</i>, art. "George III."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gv" id="Footnote_gv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gv"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gv"> <span class="label">[gv]</span></a> <i>Than see this blind old</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gw" id="Footnote_gw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gw"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gw"> <span class="label">[gw]</span></a> <a id="Note_504"></a>{504} <i>And interruption of your speech</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_524" id="Footnote_524"></a><a href="#FNanchor_524"> +<p><a id="Footnote_524"></a><a href="#FNanchor_524"> <span class="label">[524]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["Which into hollow engines long and round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thick-rammed at th' other bore with touch of fire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dilated and infuriate," etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["Which into hollow engines long and round,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thick-rammed at th' other bore with touch of fire<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dilated and infuriate," etc.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Paradise Lost</i>, vi. 484, sq.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_525" id="Footnote_525"></a><a href="#FNanchor_525"> +<p><a id="Footnote_525"></a><a href="#FNanchor_525"> <span class="label">[525]</span></a> [A gold key is part of the insignia of office of the Lord Chamberlain and other court officials. In Plate 17 of Francis Sandford's <i>History of the Coronation of James the Second</i>, 1687, Henry Mordaunt, @@ -26158,28 +26105,28 @@ Stole and Gentleman of Bedchamber. The Queen's Vice-chamberlain, who appears in another part of the procession, also carries a key.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gx" id="Footnote_gx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gx"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gx"> <span class="label">[gx]</span></a> <i>Stuck in their buttocks——.—[MS. erased.</i>]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gy" id="Footnote_gy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gy"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gy"> <span class="label">[gy]</span></a> <a id="Note_505"></a>{505} <i>For theirs are honours nobler far than these</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_526" id="Footnote_526"></a><a href="#FNanchor_526"> +<p><a id="Footnote_526"></a><a href="#FNanchor_526"> <span class="label">[526]</span></a> [It is possible that Byron was thinking of Horace Walpole's famous quip, "The summer has set in with its usual <i>severity</i>." But, of course, the meaning is that, owing to excessive and abnormal fogs, the <i>summer</i> gilding might have to be pretermitted.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_gz" id="Footnote_gz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gz"> +<p><a id="Footnote_gz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_gz"> <span class="label">[gz]</span></a> <i>Before they make their journey, ere begin it</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_527" id="Footnote_527"></a><a href="#FNanchor_527"> +<p><a id="Footnote_527"></a><a href="#FNanchor_527"> <span class="label">[527]</span></a> [For the invention of the electric telegraph before the date of this poem, see <i>Sir Francis Ronalds, F. R. S., and his Works in connection with Electric Telegraphy in 1816</i>, by J. Sime, 1893. But the @@ -26189,62 +26136,62 @@ Secretary of the Admiralty, rendered "telegraphs of any kind now wholly unnecessary" (<i>vide ibid.</i>, p. 10).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_528" id="Footnote_528"></a><a href="#FNanchor_528"> +<p><a id="Footnote_528"></a><a href="#FNanchor_528"> <span class="label">[528]</span></a> <a id="Note_506"></a>{506}[Compare, for similarity of sound— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"It plunged and tacked and veered."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It plunged and tacked and veered."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ancient Mariner</i>, pt. iii. line 156.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ha" id="Footnote_ha"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ha"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ha"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ha"> <span class="label">[ha]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">——<i>No land was ever overflowed</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>By locusts as the Heaven appeared by these</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">——<i>No land was ever overflowed</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>By locusts as the Heaven appeared by these</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hb" id="Footnote_hb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hb"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hb"> <span class="label">[hb]</span></a> <i>And many-languaged cries were like wild geese</i>.—[Erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_529" id="Footnote_529"></a><a href="#FNanchor_529"> +<p><a id="Footnote_529"></a><a href="#FNanchor_529"> <span class="label">[529]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12">"Wherefore with thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came not all Hell broke loose?"<br /></span> +<span class="i12">"Wherefore with thee<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Came not all Hell broke loose?"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Paradise Lost</i>, iv. 917, 918.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hc" id="Footnote_hc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hc"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hc"> <span class="label">[hc]</span></a> <i>Though the first Hackney will</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hd" id="Footnote_hd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hd"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hd"> <span class="label">[hd]</span></a> <a id="Note_507"></a>{507} <i>Ready to swear the cause of all their pain</i>.—[Erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_530" id="Footnote_530"></a><a href="#FNanchor_530"> +<p><a id="Footnote_530"></a><a href="#FNanchor_530"> <span class="label">[530]</span></a> [In the game of ombre the ace of spades, <i>spadille</i>, ranks as the best trump card, and basto, the ace of clubs, ranks as the third best trump card. (For a description of ombre, see Pope's <i>Rape of the Lock</i>, in. 47-64.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_531" id="Footnote_531"></a><a href="#FNanchor_531"> +<p><a id="Footnote_531"></a><a href="#FNanchor_531"> <span class="label">[531]</span></a> <a id="Note_508"></a>{508}["'Caitiffs, are ye dumb?' cried the multifaced Demon in anger." </p><p class="attrib"><i>Vision of Judgement</i>, v.] @@ -26252,14 +26199,14 @@ in anger." </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_532" id="Footnote_532"></a><a href="#FNanchor_532"> +<p><a id="Footnote_532"></a><a href="#FNanchor_532"> <span class="label">[532]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i26">["Beholding the foremost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him by the cast of his eye oblique, I knew as the firebrand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom the unthinking populace held for their idol and hero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord of Misrule in his day."<br /></span> +<span class="i26">["Beholding the foremost,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Him by the cast of his eye oblique, I knew as the firebrand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whom the unthinking populace held for their idol and hero,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lord of Misrule in his day."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Ibid.</i>, v. </p><p> @@ -26274,21 +26221,21 @@ squinting tenderly at his daughter. It is a caricature of the Devil acknowledging Miss Sin in Milton."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_533" id="Footnote_533"></a><a href="#FNanchor_533"> +<p><a id="Footnote_533"></a><a href="#FNanchor_533"> <span class="label">[533]</span></a> <a id="Note_509"></a>{509}[For the "Coan" skirts of the First Empire, see the fashion plates and Gillray's and Rowlandson's caricatures <i>passim</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_he" id="Footnote_he"></a><a href="#FNanchor_he"> +<p><a id="Footnote_he"></a><a href="#FNanchor_he"> <span class="label">[he]</span></a> <i>It shall be me they'll find the trustiest patriot</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hf" id="Footnote_hf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hf"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hf"> <span class="label">[hf]</span></a> <i>Said Wilkes I've done as much before</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_534" id="Footnote_534"></a><a href="#FNanchor_534"> +<p><a id="Footnote_534"></a><a href="#FNanchor_534"> <span class="label">[534]</span></a> <a id="Note_510"></a>{510}[On his third return to Parliament for Middlesex, October 8, 1774, Wilkes took his seat (December 2) without opposition. In the following February, and on subsequent occasions, he endeavoured @@ -26299,7 +26246,7 @@ majority on a division, and the obnoxious resolutions were ordered to be expunged from the journals of the House.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_535" id="Footnote_535"></a><a href="#FNanchor_535"> +<p><a id="Footnote_535"></a><a href="#FNanchor_535"> <span class="label">[535]</span></a> [Bute, as leader of the king's party, was an open enemy; Grafton, a half-hearted friend. The duke (1736-1811) would have visited him in the Tower (1763), "to hear from himself his own story and his @@ -26324,7 +26271,7 @@ Augustus Henry, Third Duke of Grafton</i>, by Sir W. Anson, Bart., D.C.L., 1898, pp. 190-197.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_536" id="Footnote_536"></a><a href="#FNanchor_536"> +<p><a id="Footnote_536"></a><a href="#FNanchor_536"> <span class="label">[536]</span></a> <a id="Note_511"></a>{511}[In 1774 Wilkes was elected Lord Mayor, and in the following spring it fell to his lot to present to the King a remonstrance from the Livery against the continuance of the war with @@ -26336,25 +26283,25 @@ pasquinade, written by Sheridan, Tickell, and Lord John Townshend, anticipated the devil's insinuations— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Johnny Wilkes, Johnny Wilkes,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou greatest of bilks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How changed are the notes you now sing!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Your famed 'Forty-five'<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is prerogative,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your blasphemy 'God save the King'!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Johnny Wilkes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your blasphemy, 'God save the King '!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Johnny Wilkes, Johnny Wilkes,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Thou greatest of bilks,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How changed are the notes you now sing!<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Your famed 'Forty-five'<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Is prerogative,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And your blasphemy 'God save the King'!<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Johnny Wilkes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And your blasphemy, 'God save the King '!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Wilkes, Sheridan, Fox</i>, by W. F. Rae, 1874, pp. 132, 133.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hg" id="Footnote_hg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hg"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hg"> <span class="label">[hg]</span></a> <i>Where Beelzebub upon duty</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_537" id="Footnote_537"></a><a href="#FNanchor_537"> +<p><a id="Footnote_537"></a><a href="#FNanchor_537"> <span class="label">[537]</span></a> ["In consequence of Kyd Wake's attack upon the King, two Acts were introduced [the "Treason" and "Sedition Bills," November 6, November 10, 1795], called the Pitt and Grenville Acts, for better @@ -26366,42 +26313,42 @@ smother the liberty of speech." The "Devil" feared that Wilkes had been "gagged" for good and all.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_538" id="Footnote_538"></a><a href="#FNanchor_538"> +<p><a id="Footnote_538"></a><a href="#FNanchor_538"> <span class="label">[538]</span></a> <a id="Note_512"></a>{512} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["Who might the other be, his comrade in guilt and in suffering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought to the proof like him, and shrinking like him from the trial?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nameless the Libeller lived, and shot his arrows in darkness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Undetected he passed to the grave, and leaving behind him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noxious works on earth, and the pest of an evil example,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went to the world beyond, where no offences are hidden.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Masked had he been in his life, and now a visor of iron,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rivetted round his head, had abolished his features for ever.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speechless the slanderer stood, and turned his face from the Monarch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Iron-bound as it was ... so insupportably dreadful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon or late to conscious guilt is the eye of the injured."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["Who might the other be, his comrade in guilt and in suffering,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Brought to the proof like him, and shrinking like him from the trial?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nameless the Libeller lived, and shot his arrows in darkness;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Undetected he passed to the grave, and leaving behind him<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Noxious works on earth, and the pest of an evil example,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Went to the world beyond, where no offences are hidden.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Masked had he been in his life, and now a visor of iron,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rivetted round his head, had abolished his features for ever.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Speechless the slanderer stood, and turned his face from the Monarch,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Iron-bound as it was ... so insupportably dreadful<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Soon or late to conscious guilt is the eye of the injured."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Vision of Judgement</i>, v. i] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hh" id="Footnote_hh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hh"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hh"> <span class="label">[hh]</span></a> <i>Or in the human cholic</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hi" id="Footnote_hi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hi"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hi"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hi"> <span class="label">[hi]</span></a> <i>Which looked as 'twere a phantom even on earth</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hj" id="Footnote_hj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hj"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hj"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hj"> <span class="label">[hj]</span></a> <i>Now it seemed little, now a little bigger</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_539" id="Footnote_539"></a><a href="#FNanchor_539"> +<p><a id="Footnote_539"></a><a href="#FNanchor_539"> <span class="label">[539]</span></a> <a id="Note_513"></a>{513}[The Letters of Junius have been attributed to more than fifty authors. Among the more famous are the Duke of Portland, Lord George Sackville, Sir Philip Francis, Edmund Burke, John Dunning, Lord @@ -26422,15 +26369,15 @@ still being debated. See <i>The Francis Letters</i>, with a note on the Junius Controversy, by C. F. Keary, 1901.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hk" id="Footnote_hk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hk"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hk"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hk"> <span class="label">[hk]</span></a> <i>A doctor, a man-midwife</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hl" id="Footnote_hl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hl"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hl"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hl"> <span class="label">[hl]</span></a> <a id="Note_514"></a>{514} <i>Till curiosity became a task</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_540" id="Footnote_540"></a><a href="#FNanchor_540"> +<p><a id="Footnote_540"></a><a href="#FNanchor_540"> <span class="label">[540]</span></a> [The "Man in the Iron Mask," or, more correctly, the "Man in the Black Velvet Mask," has been identified with Count Ercole Antonio Mattioli, Secretary of State at the Court of Ferdinando Carlo Gonzaga, @@ -26447,22 +26394,22 @@ Frantz Funck-Brentano, November, December, 1894, tom. 56, pp. 253-303.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_541" id="Footnote_541"></a><a href="#FNanchor_541"> +<p><a id="Footnote_541"></a><a href="#FNanchor_541"> <span class="label">[541]</span></a> [See <i>The Rivals</i>, act iv. sc. II]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hm" id="Footnote_hm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hm"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hm"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hm"> <span class="label">[hm]</span></a> <i>It is that he</i>——.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_542" id="Footnote_542"></a><a href="#FNanchor_542"> +<p><a id="Footnote_542"></a><a href="#FNanchor_542"> <span class="label">[542]</span></a> <a id="Note_515"></a>{515}[The Delta of the Niger is a vast alluvial morass, covered with dense forests of mangrove. "Along the whole coast ... there opens into the Atlantic its successive estuaries, which navigators have scarcely been able to number."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_543" id="Footnote_543"></a><a href="#FNanchor_543"> +<p><a id="Footnote_543"></a><a href="#FNanchor_543"> <span class="label">[543]</span></a> [The title-page runs thus: "<i>Letters of Junius, Stat Nominis Umbra</i>." <i>That</i>, and nothing more! On the title-page of his copy, across the motto, S. T. Coleridge wrote this sentence, "As he @@ -26471,42 +26418,42 @@ assassin."—<i>Miscellanies</i>, etc., by S. T. Coleridge, ed. T. Asle, 188 p. 341.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hn" id="Footnote_hn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hn"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hn"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hn"> <span class="label">[hn]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>My charge is upon record and will last</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Longer than will his lamentation</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>My charge is upon record and will last</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Longer than will his lamentation</i>.—[MS. erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_544" id="Footnote_544"></a><a href="#FNanchor_544"> +<p><a id="Footnote_544"></a><a href="#FNanchor_544"> <span class="label">[544]</span></a> <a id="Note_516"></a>{516}[John Horne Tooke (1736-1812), as an opponent of the American War, and as a promoter of the Corresponding Society, etc.; and Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790), as the champion of American Independence, would have been cited as witnesses against George III.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_545" id="Footnote_545"></a><a href="#FNanchor_545"> +<p><a id="Footnote_545"></a><a href="#FNanchor_545"> <span class="label">[545]</span></a> [In the <i>Diable Boiteux</i> (1707) of Le Sage, Don Cleofas, clinging to the cloak of Asmodeus, is carried through the air to the summit of San Salvador. Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Oh! could Le Sage's demon's gift<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be realiz'd at my desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This night my trembling form he'd lift,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To place it on St. Mary's spire."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Oh! could Le Sage's demon's gift<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Be realiz'd at my desire,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This night my trembling form he'd lift,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To place it on St. Mary's spire."<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Granta, a Medley</i>, stanza 1.,<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Granta, a Medley</i>, stanza 1.,<br > <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 56, note 2.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_546" id="Footnote_546"></a><a href="#FNanchor_546"> +<p><a id="Footnote_546"></a><a href="#FNanchor_546"> <span class="label">[546]</span></a> ["But what he most detested, what most filled him with disgust, was the settled, determined malignity of a renegado."—<i>Speech of William Smith, M.P., in the House of Commons</i>, March 14, 1817. (See, @@ -26514,63 +26461,63 @@ too, for the use of the word "renegado," <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1900, iii. 488, note i.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_547" id="Footnote_547"></a><a href="#FNanchor_547"> +<p><a id="Footnote_547"></a><a href="#FNanchor_547"> <span class="label">[547]</span></a> [For the "weight" of Southey's quartos, compare Byron's note (1) to <i>Hints from Horace</i>, line 657, and a variant of lines 753-756. "Thus let thy ponderous quarto steep and stink" (<i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 435, 443).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ho" id="Footnote_ho"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ho"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ho"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ho"> <span class="label">[ho]</span></a> <a id="Note_517"></a>{517} <i>And drawing nigh I caught him at a libel</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_548" id="Footnote_548"></a><a href="#FNanchor_548"> +<p><a id="Footnote_548"></a><a href="#FNanchor_548"> <span class="label">[548]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But for the children of the 'Mighty Mother's,'<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The would-be wits, and can't-be gentlemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I leave them to their daily 'tea is ready,'<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smug coterie, and literary lady."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But for the children of the 'Mighty Mother's,'<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The would-be wits, and can't-be gentlemen,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I leave them to their daily 'tea is ready,'<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Smug coterie, and literary lady."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Beppo</i>, stanza lxxvi. lines 5-8, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_183">p. 183</a>.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hp" id="Footnote_hp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hp"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hp"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hp"> <span class="label">[hp]</span></a> <a id="Note_518"></a>{518} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>And scrawls as though he were head clerk to the "Fates,"</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And this I think is quite enough for one</i>.—[Erased.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And scrawls as though he were head clerk to the "Fates,"</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And this I think is quite enough for one</i>.—[Erased.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_549" id="Footnote_549"></a><a href="#FNanchor_549"> +<p><a id="Footnote_549"></a><a href="#FNanchor_549"> <span class="label">[549]</span></a>[Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"One leaf from Southey's laurels may explode<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All his combustibles,<br /></span> -<span class="i11">'An ass, by God!'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"One leaf from Southey's laurels may explode<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All his combustibles,<br ></span> +<span class="i11">'An ass, by God!'"<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>A Satire on Satirists, etc.</i>, by W. S. Landor, 1836, p. 22.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_550" id="Footnote_550"></a><a href="#FNanchor_550"> +<p><a id="Footnote_550"></a><a href="#FNanchor_550"> <span class="label">[550]</span></a> ["There is a chaunt in the recitation both of Coleridge and Wordsworth, which acts as a spell upon the hearers."—Hazlitt's <i>My First Acquaintance with Poets</i>; <i>The Liberal</i>, 1823, ii. 23, 46.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_551" id="Footnote_551"></a><a href="#FNanchor_551"> +<p><a id="Footnote_551"></a><a href="#FNanchor_551"> <span class="label">[551]</span></a> [Compare the attitude of Minos to the "poet" in Fielding's <i>Journey from This World to the Next</i>: "The poet answered, he believed if Minos had read his works he would set a higher value on @@ -26582,32 +26529,32 @@ and turning his back to him, applied himself to the next passengers."—<i>Novelist's Magazine</i>, 1783, vol. xii. cap. vii. p. 17.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_552" id="Footnote_552"></a><a href="#FNanchor_552"> +<p><a id="Footnote_552"></a><a href="#FNanchor_552"> <span class="label">[552]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">[" ... Mediocribus esse poetis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Non homines, non dî, non concessere columnæ."<br /></span> +<span class="i6">[" ... Mediocribus esse poetis<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Non homines, non dî, non concessere columnæ."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Horace, <i>Ars Poetica</i>, lines 372, 373.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_553" id="Footnote_553"></a><a href="#FNanchor_553"> +<p><a id="Footnote_553"></a><a href="#FNanchor_553"> <span class="label">[553]</span></a> <a id="Note_519"></a>{519}[For the King's habit of duplicating his phrases, compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Whitbread, is't true? I hear, I hear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You're of an ancient family renowned.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What? what? I'm told that you're a limb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Pym, the famous fellow Pym:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What, Whitbread, is it true what people say?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Son of a Roundhead are you? hæ? hæ? hæ?<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">Thirtieth of January don't you <i>feed</i>?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, yes, you eat Calf's head, you eat Calf's head."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whitbread, is't true? I hear, I hear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">You're of an ancient family renowned.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What? what? I'm told that you're a limb<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Pym, the famous fellow Pym:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What, Whitbread, is it true what people say?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Son of a Roundhead are you? hæ? hæ? hæ?<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">Thirtieth of January don't you <i>feed</i>?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, yes, you eat Calf's head, you eat Calf's head."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Instructions to a Celebrated Laureat</i>, Peter Pindar's <i>Works</i>, 1812, i. 493.] @@ -26615,16 +26562,16 @@ i. 493.] </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_554" id="Footnote_554"></a><a href="#FNanchor_554"> +<p><a id="Footnote_554"></a><a href="#FNanchor_554"> <span class="label">[554]</span></a> [For Henry James Pye (1745-1813), see <i>English Bards, etc.</i>, line 102, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1898, i. 305, note 1.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hq" id="Footnote_hq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hq"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hq"> <span class="label">[hq]</span></a> <a id="Note_520"></a>{520}——<i>an ill-looking knave</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_555" id="Footnote_555"></a><a href="#FNanchor_555"> +<p><a id="Footnote_555"></a><a href="#FNanchor_555"> <span class="label">[555]</span></a> ["Yesterday, at Holland House, I was introduced to Southey—the best-looking bard I have seen for some time. To have that poet's head and shoulders, I would almost have written his Sapphics. He @@ -26640,12 +26587,12 @@ offended me in the way that the pious painter exasperated the Devil" <i>Pious Painter</i>, <i>Works</i>, 1838, vi. 64).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hr" id="Footnote_hr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hr"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hr"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hr"> <span class="label">[hr]</span></a> <a id="Note_521"></a>{521} <i>He therefore was content to cite a few</i>.—[MS. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_556" id="Footnote_556"></a><a href="#FNanchor_556"> +<p><a id="Footnote_556"></a><a href="#FNanchor_556"> <span class="label">[556]</span></a> [Southey's "Battle of Blenheim" was published in the <i>Annual Anthology</i> of 1800, pp. 34-37. It is quoted at length, as a republican and seditious poem, in the <i>Preface</i> to an edition of <i>Wat @@ -26659,11 +26606,11 @@ schools. <i>The Poet's Pilgrimage to Waterloo</i> was published in 1816, not long before the resuscitation of <i>Wat Tyler</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_557" id="Footnote_557"></a><a href="#FNanchor_557"> +<p><a id="Footnote_557"></a><a href="#FNanchor_557"> <span class="label">[557]</span></a> [<i>Vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_482">p. 482</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_558" id="Footnote_558"></a><a href="#FNanchor_558"> +<p><a id="Footnote_558"></a><a href="#FNanchor_558"> <span class="label">[558]</span></a> ["He has written <i>Wat Tyler</i>, and taken the office of poet laureate—he has, in the <i>Life of Henry Kirke White</i> (see Byron's note <i>infra</i>), denominated reviewing 'the ungentle craft,' and has @@ -26686,11 +26633,11 @@ in a second Eden across the seas. All things were to be held in common, in order that each man might hold his wife in particular.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_559" id="Footnote_559"></a><a href="#FNanchor_559"> +<p><a id="Footnote_559"></a><a href="#FNanchor_559"> <span class="label">[559]</span></a> <a id="Note_522"></a>{522} <i>Remains of Henry Kirke White</i> [1808, i. 23]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_560" id="Footnote_560"></a><a href="#FNanchor_560"> +<p><a id="Footnote_560"></a><a href="#FNanchor_560"> <span class="label">[560]</span></a> [Southey's <i>Life of Wesley, and Rise and Progress of Methodism</i>, in two volumes octavo, was published in 1820. In a "Memento" written in a blank leaf of the first volume, Coleridge expressed his @@ -26700,17 +26647,17 @@ my ragged book-regiment ... How many an hour of self-oblivion do I owe to this Life of Wesley!"—Third ed. 1846, i. xv.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_561" id="Footnote_561"></a><a href="#FNanchor_561"> +<p><a id="Footnote_561"></a><a href="#FNanchor_561"> <span class="label">[561]</span></a> [In his reply to the Preface to Southey's <i>Vision of Judgement</i>, Byron attacked the Laureate as "this arrogant scribbler of all works."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hs" id="Footnote_hs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hs"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hs"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hs"> <span class="label">[hs]</span></a> <i>Is not unlike it, and is</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_562" id="Footnote_562"></a><a href="#FNanchor_562"> +<p><a id="Footnote_562"></a><a href="#FNanchor_562"> <span class="label">[562]</span></a> <a id="Note_523"></a>{523} King Alfonso, speaking of the Ptolomean system, said, that "had he been consulted at the creation of the world, he would have spared the Maker some absurdities. [Alphonso X., King of Castile @@ -26746,326 +26693,326 @@ peu devot, disoit que si Dieu l'eust appellé à son conseil quand i le Monde, il luy eust donné de bons avis."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_563" id="Footnote_563"></a><a href="#FNanchor_563"> +<p><a id="Footnote_563"></a><a href="#FNanchor_563"> <span class="label">[563]</span></a> <a id="Note_524"></a>{524}[See Aubrey's account (<i>Miscellanies upon Various Subjects</i>, by John Aubrey, F.R.S., 1857, p. 81) of the apparition which disappeared "with a curious perfume, and <i>most melodious twang</i>;" or see Scott's <i>Antiquary, The Novels, etc</i>., 1851, i. 375.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_564" id="Footnote_564"></a><a href="#FNanchor_564"> +<p><a id="Footnote_564"></a><a href="#FNanchor_564"> <span class="label">[564]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">["When I beheld them meet, the desire of my soul o'ercame me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">——I, too, pressed forward to enter—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the weight of the body withheld me.—I stooped to the fountain.<br /></span> -<hr /> -<span class="i0">And my feet methought sunk, and I fell precipitate. Starting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then I awoke, and beheld the mountains in twilight before me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark and distinct; and instead of the rapturous sound of hosannahs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard the bell from the tower, <span class="smcap">Toll</span>! <span class="smcap">Toll</span>! through the silence of evening."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">["When I beheld them meet, the desire of my soul o'ercame me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">——I, too, pressed forward to enter—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the weight of the body withheld me.—I stooped to the fountain.<br ></span> +<hr > +<span class="i0">And my feet methought sunk, and I fell precipitate. Starting,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then I awoke, and beheld the mountains in twilight before me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Dark and distinct; and instead of the rapturous sound of hosannahs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Heard the bell from the tower, <span class="smcap">Toll</span>! <span class="smcap">Toll</span>! through the silence of evening."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Vision of Judgement</i>, xii.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_565" id="Footnote_565"></a><a href="#FNanchor_565"> +<p><a id="Footnote_565"></a><a href="#FNanchor_565"> <span class="label">[565]</span></a> <a id="Note_525"></a>{525} A drowned body lies at the bottom till rotten; it then floats, as most people know. [Byron may, possibly, have heard of the "Floating Island" on Derwentwater.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ht" id="Footnote_ht"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ht"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ht"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ht"> <span class="label">[ht]</span></a> <i>In his own little nook</i>——.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_566" id="Footnote_566"></a><a href="#FNanchor_566"> +<p><a id="Footnote_566"></a><a href="#FNanchor_566"> <span class="label">[566]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">["Verily, you brache!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The devil turned precisian."<br /></span> +<span class="i10">["Verily, you brache!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The devil turned precisian."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Massinger's <i>A New Way to Pay Old Debts</i>, act i. sc. 1] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hu" id="Footnote_hu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hu"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hu"> <span class="label">[hu]</span></a>——<i>the light is now withdrawn</i>.—[MS.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_567" id="Footnote_567"></a><a href="#FNanchor_567"> +<p><a id="Footnote_567"></a><a href="#FNanchor_567"> <span class="label">[567]</span></a> ["Mem. This poem was begun on May 7, 1821, but left off the same day—resumed about the 20th of September of the same year, and concluded as dated."]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_527" id="Page_527">[527]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_527">[527]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="POEMS_1816" id="POEMS_1816"></a> +<h2><a id="POEMS_1816"></a> POEMS 1816-1823. </h2> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_529" id="Page_529">[529]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_529">[529]</a></span></p> <h2>POEMS 1816-1823. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h2> -<h3>A VERY MOURNFUL BALLAD<a name="FNanchor_568" id="FNanchor_568"></a><a href="#Footnote_568" class="fnanchor">[568]</a> -ON THE SIEGE AND CONQUEST OF ALHAMA.<a name="FNanchor_569" id="FNanchor_569"></a><a href="#Footnote_569" class="fnanchor">[569]</a> +<h3>A VERY MOURNFUL BALLAD<a id="FNanchor_568"></a><a href="#Footnote_568" class="fnanchor">[568]</a> +ON THE SIEGE AND CONQUEST OF ALHAMA.<a id="FNanchor_569"></a><a href="#Footnote_569" class="fnanchor">[569]</a> </h3> <p class="center"><i>Which, in the Arabic language, -is to the following purport</i><a name="FNanchor_570" id="FNanchor_570"></a><a href="#Footnote_570" class="fnanchor">[570]</a> +is to the following purport</i><a id="FNanchor_570"></a><a href="#Footnote_570" class="fnanchor">[570]</a> </p> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Moorish King rides up and down.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through Granada's royal town:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_530" id="Page_530">[530]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Elvira's gates to those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Bivarambla on he goes.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<a name="FNanchor_hv" id="FNanchor_hv"></a><a href="#Footnote_hv" class="fnanchor">[hv]</a><a name="FNanchor_571" id="FNanchor_571"></a><a href="#Footnote_571" class="fnanchor">[571]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Moorish King rides up and down.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through Granada's royal town:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_530">[530]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From Elvira's gates to those<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Bivarambla on he goes.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<a id="FNanchor_hv"></a><a href="#Footnote_hv" class="fnanchor">[hv]</a><a id="FNanchor_571"></a><a href="#Footnote_571" class="fnanchor">[571]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Letters to the Monarch tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How Alhama's city fell:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the fire the scroll he threw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the messenger he slew.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Letters to the Monarch tell<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How Alhama's city fell:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the fire the scroll he threw,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the messenger he slew.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the street directs his course;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the street of Zacatin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Alhambra spurring in.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_531" id="Page_531">[531]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And through the street directs his course;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Through the street of Zacatin<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Alhambra spurring in.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_531">[531]</a></span></div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the Alhambra walls he gained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the moment he ordained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the trumpet straight should sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the silver clarion round.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the Alhambra walls he gained,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the moment he ordained<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That the trumpet straight should sound<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the silver clarion round.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>5.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the hollow drums of war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beat the loud alarm afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Moors of town and plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might answer to the martial strain.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when the hollow drums of war<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beat the loud alarm afar,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That the Moors of town and plain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Might answer to the martial strain.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>6.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the Moors, by this aware,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bloody Mars recalled them there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One by one, and two by two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a mighty squadron grew.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then the Moors, by this aware,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That bloody Mars recalled them there,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One by one, and two by two,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To a mighty squadron grew.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>7.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Out then spake an aged Moor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these words the king before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Wherefore call on us, oh King?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What may mean this gathering?"<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out then spake an aged Moor<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In these words the king before,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Wherefore call on us, oh King?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What may mean this gathering?"<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>8.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Friends! ye have, alas! to know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a most disastrous blow—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Christians, stern and bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have obtained Alhama's hold."<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Friends! ye have, alas! to know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a most disastrous blow—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That the Christians, stern and bold,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have obtained Alhama's hold."<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>9.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Out then spake old Alfaqui,<a name="FNanchor_572" id="FNanchor_572"></a><a href="#Footnote_572" class="fnanchor">[572]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his beard so white to see,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_532" id="Page_532">[532]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Good King! thou art justly served,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good King! this thou hast deserved.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out then spake old Alfaqui,<a id="FNanchor_572"></a><a href="#Footnote_572" class="fnanchor">[572]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With his beard so white to see,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_532">[532]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">"Good King! thou art justly served,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Good King! this thou hast deserved.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>10.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"By thee were slain, in evil hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Abencerrage, Granada's flower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And strangers were received by thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Cordova the Chivalry.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"By thee were slain, in evil hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Abencerrage, Granada's flower;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And strangers were received by thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of Cordova the Chivalry.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>11.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And for this, oh King! is sent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On thee a double chastisement;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One last wreck shall overwhelm.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And for this, oh King! is sent<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On thee a double chastisement;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One last wreck shall overwhelm.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>12.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He who holds no laws in awe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must perish by the law;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Granada must be won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thyself with her undone."<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He who holds no laws in awe,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He must perish by the law;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Granada must be won,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thyself with her undone."<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>13.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fire flashed from out the old Moor's eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Monarch's wrath began to rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because he answered, and because<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He spake exceeding well of laws.<a name="FNanchor_573" id="FNanchor_573"></a><a href="#Footnote_573" class="fnanchor">[573]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fire flashed from out the old Moor's eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Monarch's wrath began to rise,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Because he answered, and because<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He spake exceeding well of laws.<a id="FNanchor_573"></a><a href="#Footnote_573" class="fnanchor">[573]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>14.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"There is no law to say such things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As may disgust the ear of kings:"—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_533" id="Page_533">[533]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus, snorting with his choler, said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Moorish King, and doomed him dead.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There is no law to say such things<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As may disgust the ear of kings:"—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_533">[533]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus, snorting with his choler, said<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Moorish King, and doomed him dead.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>15.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!<a name="FNanchor_574" id="FNanchor_574"></a><a href="#Footnote_574" class="fnanchor">[574]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thy beard so hoary be,<a name="FNanchor_hw" id="FNanchor_hw"></a><a href="#Footnote_hw" class="fnanchor">[hw]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The King hath sent to have thee seized,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Alhama's loss displeased.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!<a id="FNanchor_574"></a><a href="#Footnote_574" class="fnanchor">[574]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though thy beard so hoary be,<a id="FNanchor_hw"></a><a href="#Footnote_hw" class="fnanchor">[hw]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">The King hath sent to have thee seized,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Alhama's loss displeased.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>16.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And to fix thy head upon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High Alhambra's loftiest stone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That this for thee should be the law,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And others tremble when they saw.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to fix thy head upon<br ></span> +<span class="i0">High Alhambra's loftiest stone;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That this for thee should be the law,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And others tremble when they saw.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>17.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Cavalier, and man of worth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let these words of mine go forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the Moorish Monarch know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That to him I nothing owe.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Cavalier, and man of worth!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let these words of mine go forth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let the Moorish Monarch know,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That to him I nothing owe.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>18.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But on my soul Alhama weighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on my inmost spirit preys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if the King his land hath lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet others may have lost the most.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But on my soul Alhama weighs,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on my inmost spirit preys;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And if the King his land hath lost,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet others may have lost the most.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>19.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sires have lost their children, wives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their lords, and valiant men their lives!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_534" id="Page_534">[534]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">One what best his love might claim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sires have lost their children, wives<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their lords, and valiant men their lives!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_534">[534]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">One what best his love might claim<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>20.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I lost a damsel in that hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the land the loveliest flower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doubloons a hundred I would pay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And think her ransom cheap that day."<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I lost a damsel in that hour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the land the loveliest flower;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Doubloons a hundred I would pay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And think her ransom cheap that day."<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>21.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as these things the old Moor said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They severed from the trunk his head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the Alhambra's wall with speed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas carried, as the King decreed.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as these things the old Moor said,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They severed from the trunk his head;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And to the Alhambra's wall with speed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas carried, as the King decreed.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>22.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And men and infants therein weep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their loss, so heavy and so deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Granada's ladies, all she rears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within her walls, burst into tears.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And men and infants therein weep<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Their loss, so heavy and so deep;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Granada's ladies, all she rears<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within her walls, burst into tears.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>23.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And from the windows o'er the walls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sable web of mourning falls;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The King weeps as a woman o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His loss, for it is much and sore.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the windows o'er the walls<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The sable web of mourning falls;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The King weeps as a woman o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His loss, for it is much and sore.<br ></span> +<span class="i20">Woe is me, Alhama!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[First published, <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV., 1818.]</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_535" id="Page_535">[535]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_535">[535]</a></span></p> -<h3>SONETTO DI VITTORELLI.<a name="FNanchor_575" id="FNanchor_575"></a><a href="#Footnote_575" class="fnanchor">[575]</a> +<h3>SONETTO DI VITTORELLI.<a id="FNanchor_575"></a><a href="#Footnote_575" class="fnanchor">[575]</a> </h3> <p class="center">PER MONACA.</p> @@ -27075,23 +27022,23 @@ innanzi una figlia appena maritata: e diretto al genitore della sacra sposa. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Di</span> due vaghe donzelle, oneste, accorte<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Lieti e miseri padri il ciel ne feo,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Il ciel, die degne di più nobil sorte<br /></span> -<span class="i4">L' una e l' altra veggendo, ambe chiedeo.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Di</span> due vaghe donzelle, oneste, accorte<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Lieti e miseri padri il ciel ne feo,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Il ciel, die degne di più nobil sorte<br ></span> +<span class="i4">L' una e l' altra veggendo, ambe chiedeo.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">La mia fu tolta da veloce morte<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A le fumanti tede d' Imeneo:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">La tua, Francesco, in suggellate porte<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Eterna prigioniera or si rendeo.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">La mia fu tolta da veloce morte<br ></span> +<span class="i4">A le fumanti tede d' Imeneo:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">La tua, Francesco, in suggellate porte<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Eterna prigioniera or si rendeo.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ma tu almeno potrai dalla gelosa<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Irremeabil soglia, ove s' asconde,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">La sua tenera udir voce pietosa.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ma tu almeno potrai dalla gelosa<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Irremeabil soglia, ove s' asconde,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">La sua tenera udir voce pietosa.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Io verso un flume d' amarissim' onde,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Corro a quel marmo, in cui la figlia or posa:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Batto, e ribatto, ma nessun risponde.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Io verso un flume d' amarissim' onde,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Corro a quel marmo, in cui la figlia or posa:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Batto, e ribatto, ma nessun risponde.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[<i>Opere Edite e Postume</i> di J. Vittorelli, Bassano, 1841, p. 294.]</p> @@ -27105,612 +27052,612 @@ recently died shortly after her marriage; and addressed to the father of her who had lately taken the veil. </p></blockquote> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Of</span> two fair virgins, modest, though admired,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_536" id="Page_536">[536]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And gazing upon <i>either, both</i> required.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Of</span> two fair virgins, modest, though admired,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_536">[536]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And gazing upon <i>either, both</i> required.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mine, while the torch of Hymen newly fired<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Becomes extinguished,—soon—too soon expires;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But thine, within the closing grate retired,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Eternal captive, to her God aspires.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine, while the torch of Hymen newly fired<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Becomes extinguished,—soon—too soon expires;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">But thine, within the closing grate retired,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Eternal captive, to her God aspires.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But <i>thou</i> at least from out the jealous door,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which shuts between your never-meeting eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">May'st hear her sweet and pious voice once more:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But <i>thou</i> at least from out the jealous door,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Which shuts between your never-meeting eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">May'st hear her sweet and pious voice once more:<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I to the marble, where <i>my</i> daughter lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Rush,—the swoln flood of bitterness I pour,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And knock, and knock, and knock—but none replies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I to the marble, where <i>my</i> daughter lies,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Rush,—the swoln flood of bitterness I pour,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And knock, and knock, and knock—but none replies.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[First published, <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto IV., 1818.]</p> -<h3>ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA.<a name="FNanchor_576" id="FNanchor_576"></a><a href="#Footnote_576" class="fnanchor">[576]</a> +<h3>ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA.<a id="FNanchor_576"></a><a href="#Footnote_576" class="fnanchor">[576]</a> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">In</span> this belovéd marble view<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Above the works and thoughts of Man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What Nature <i>could</i> but <i>would not</i> do,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Beauty and Canova <i>can!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond Imagination's power,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beyond the Bard's defeated art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Immortality her dower,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Behold the <i>Helen</i> of the heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">In</span> this belovéd marble view<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Above the works and thoughts of Man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What Nature <i>could</i> but <i>would not</i> do,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Beauty and Canova <i>can!</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond Imagination's power,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Beyond the Bard's defeated art,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With Immortality her dower,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Behold the <i>Helen</i> of the heart.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>November</i> 23, 1816.<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>November</i> 23, 1816.<br > [First published, <i>Letters and Journals</i>, 1830, ii. 61.] </p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_537" id="Page_537">[537]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_537">[537]</a></span></p> -<h3>VENICE. A FRAGMENT.<a name="FNanchor_577" id="FNanchor_577"></a><a href="#Footnote_577" class="fnanchor">[577]</a> +<h3>VENICE. A FRAGMENT.<a id="FNanchor_577"></a><a href="#Footnote_577" class="fnanchor">[577]</a> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Tis</span> midnight—but it is not dark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within thy spacious place, St. Mark!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lights within, the Lamps without,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shine above the revel rout.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The brazen Steeds are glittering o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The holy building's massy door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glittering with their collars of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The goodly work of the days of old—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wingéd Lion stern and solemn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frowns from the height of his hoary column,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Facing the palace in which doth lodge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ocean-city's dreaded Doge.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The palace is proud—but near it lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divided by the "Bridge of Sighs,"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dreary dwelling where the State<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enchains the captives of their hate:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These—they perish or they pine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But which their doom may none divine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many have passed that Arch of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But none retraced their steps again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is a princely colonnade!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wrought around a princely place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When that vast edifice displayed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks with its venerable face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the far and subject sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes the fearless isles so free!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And 'tis a strange and noble pile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pillared into many an aisle:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every pillar fair to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marble—jasper—and porphyry—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Church of St. Mark—which stands hard by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fretted pinnacles on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Cupola and minaret;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More like the mosque of orient lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the fanes wherein we pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Mary's blesséd likeness stands.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">'Tis</span> midnight—but it is not dark<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Within thy spacious place, St. Mark!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Lights within, the Lamps without,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shine above the revel rout.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The brazen Steeds are glittering o'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The holy building's massy door,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Glittering with their collars of gold,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The goodly work of the days of old—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the wingéd Lion stern and solemn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Frowns from the height of his hoary column,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Facing the palace in which doth lodge<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The ocean-city's dreaded Doge.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The palace is proud—but near it lies,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Divided by the "Bridge of Sighs,"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The dreary dwelling where the State<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Enchains the captives of their hate:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">These—they perish or they pine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But which their doom may none divine:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Many have passed that Arch of pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But none retraced their steps again.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is a princely colonnade!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And wrought around a princely place,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When that vast edifice displayed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Looks with its venerable face<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Over the far and subject sea,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes the fearless isles so free!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And 'tis a strange and noble pile,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pillared into many an aisle:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Every pillar fair to see,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Marble—jasper—and porphyry—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Church of St. Mark—which stands hard by<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With fretted pinnacles on high,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Cupola and minaret;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More like the mosque of orient lands,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than the fanes wherein we pray,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Mary's blesséd likeness stands.—<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">Venice, <i>December</i> 6, 1816.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_538" id="Page_538">[538]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_538">[538]</a></span></p> -<h3>SO WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING.<a name="FNanchor_578" id="FNanchor_578"></a><a href="#Footnote_578" class="fnanchor">[578]</a> +<h3>SO WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING.<a id="FNanchor_578"></a><a href="#Footnote_578" class="fnanchor">[578]</a> </h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">So</span> we'll go no more a-roving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So late into the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though the heart be still as loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the moon be still as bright.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">So</span> we'll go no more a-roving<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So late into the night,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though the heart be still as loving,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the moon be still as bright.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the sword outwears its sheath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the soul wears out the breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heart must pause to breathe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Love itself have rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the sword outwears its sheath,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the soul wears out the breast,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the heart must pause to breathe,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Love itself have rest.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though the night was made for loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the day returns too soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet we'll go no more a-roving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the light of the moon.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though the night was made for loving,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the day returns too soon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet we'll go no more a-roving<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By the light of the moon.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>Feb</i>. 28, 1817.<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>Feb</i>. 28, 1817.<br > [First published, <i>Letters and Journals</i>, 1830, ii. 79.]</p> -<h3>[LORD BYRON'S VERSES ON SAM ROGERS.]<a name="FNanchor_579" id="FNanchor_579"></a><a href="#Footnote_579" class="fnanchor">[579]</a> +<h3>[LORD BYRON'S VERSES ON SAM ROGERS.]<a id="FNanchor_579"></a><a href="#Footnote_579" class="fnanchor">[579]</a> </h3> <h4>QUESTION.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nose</span> and Chin that make a knocker,<a name="FNanchor_hx" id="FNanchor_hx"></a><a href="#Footnote_hx" class="fnanchor">[hx]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrinkles that would puzzle Cocker;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_539" id="Page_539">[539]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mouth that marks the envious Scorner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a Scorpion in each corner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Curling up his tail to sting you,<a name="FNanchor_hy" id="FNanchor_hy"></a><a href="#Footnote_hy" class="fnanchor">[hy]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the place that most may wring you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eyes of lead-like hue and gummy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carcase stolen from some mummy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bowels—(but they were forgotten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save the Liver, and that's rotten),<span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_540" id="Page_540">[540]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Skin all sallow, flesh all sodden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Form the Devil would frighten G—d in.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is't a Corpse stuck up for show,<a name="FNanchor_580" id="FNanchor_580"></a><a href="#Footnote_580" class="fnanchor">[580]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Galvanized at times to go?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the Scripture has't connection,<a name="FNanchor_hz" id="FNanchor_hz"></a><a href="#Footnote_hz" class="fnanchor">[hz]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">New proof of the Resurrection?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vampire, Ghost, or Goul (<i>sic</i>), what is it?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would walk ten miles to miss it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nose</span> and Chin that make a knocker,<a id="FNanchor_hx"></a><a href="#Footnote_hx" class="fnanchor">[hx]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wrinkles that would puzzle Cocker;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_539">[539]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mouth that marks the envious Scorner,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a Scorpion in each corner<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Curling up his tail to sting you,<a id="FNanchor_hy"></a><a href="#Footnote_hy" class="fnanchor">[hy]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the place that most may wring you;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Eyes of lead-like hue and gummy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Carcase stolen from some mummy,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Bowels—(but they were forgotten,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Save the Liver, and that's rotten),<span class="linenum">10</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_540">[540]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Skin all sallow, flesh all sodden,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Form the Devil would frighten G—d in.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is't a Corpse stuck up for show,<a id="FNanchor_580"></a><a href="#Footnote_580" class="fnanchor">[580]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Galvanized at times to go?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the Scripture has't connection,<a id="FNanchor_hz"></a><a href="#Footnote_hz" class="fnanchor">[hz]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">New proof of the Resurrection?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Vampire, Ghost, or Goul (<i>sic</i>), what is it?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I would walk ten miles to miss it.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>ANSWER.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Many</span> passengers arrest one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To demand the same free question.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shorter's my reply and franker,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's the Bard, and Beau, and Banker:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, if you could bring about<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just to turn him inside out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Satan's self would seem less sooty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his present aspect—Beauty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark that (as he masks the bilious)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Air so softly supercilious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chastened bow, and mock humility,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost sickened to Servility:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear his tone (which is to talking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That which creeping is to walking—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now on all fours, now on tiptoe):<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear the tales he lends his lip to—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little hints of heavy scandals—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every friend by turns he handles:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that women or that men do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glides forth in an inuendo (<i>sic</i>)—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clothed in odds and ends of humour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Herald of each paltry rumour—<span class="linenum">40</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_541" id="Page_541">[541]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From divorces down to dresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woman's frailties, Man's excesses:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that life presents of evil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make for him a constant revel.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You're his foe—for that he fears you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in absence blasts and sears you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You're his friend—for that he hates you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First obliges, and then baits you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Darting on the opportunity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When to do it with impunity:<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are neither—then he'll flatter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till he finds some trait for satire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hunts your weak point out, then shows it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where it injures, to expose it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the mode that's most insidious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adding every trait that's hideous—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the bile, whose blackening river<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rushes through his Stygian liver.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then he thinks himself a lover—<a name="FNanchor_581" id="FNanchor_581"></a><a href="#Footnote_581" class="fnanchor">[581]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why? I really can't discover,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his mind, age, face, or figure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Viper broth might give him vigour:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him keep the cauldron steady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He the venom has already.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For his faults—he has but <i>one</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis but Envy, when all's done:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He but pays the pain he suffers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clipping, like a pair of Snuffers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light that ought to burn the brighter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this temporary blighter.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's the Cancer of his Species,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Many</span> passengers arrest one,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To demand the same free question.<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shorter's my reply and franker,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That's the Bard, and Beau, and Banker:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, if you could bring about<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Just to turn him inside out,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Satan's self would seem less sooty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And his present aspect—Beauty.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mark that (as he masks the bilious)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Air so softly supercilious,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Chastened bow, and mock humility,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Almost sickened to Servility:<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hear his tone (which is to talking<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That which creeping is to walking—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now on all fours, now on tiptoe):<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hear the tales he lends his lip to—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Little hints of heavy scandals—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Every friend by turns he handles:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All that women or that men do<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Glides forth in an inuendo (<i>sic</i>)—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Clothed in odds and ends of humour,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Herald of each paltry rumour—<span class="linenum">40</span><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_541">[541]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From divorces down to dresses,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Woman's frailties, Man's excesses:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All that life presents of evil<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Make for him a constant revel.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You're his foe—for that he fears you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And in absence blasts and sears you:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You're his friend—for that he hates you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">First obliges, and then baits you,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Darting on the opportunity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When to do it with impunity:<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">You are neither—then he'll flatter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till he finds some trait for satire;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hunts your weak point out, then shows it,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where it injures, to expose it<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In the mode that's most insidious,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Adding every trait that's hideous—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">From the bile, whose blackening river<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rushes through his Stygian liver.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he thinks himself a lover—<a id="FNanchor_581"></a><a href="#Footnote_581" class="fnanchor">[581]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why? I really can't discover,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In his mind, age, face, or figure;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Viper broth might give him vigour:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let him keep the cauldron steady,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He the venom has already.<br ></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For his faults—he has but <i>one</i>;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis but Envy, when all's done:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He but pays the pain he suffers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Clipping, like a pair of Snuffers,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Light that ought to burn the brighter<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For this temporary blighter.<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">He's the Cancer of his Species,<br ></span> <span class="i0">And will eat himself to pieces,— -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_542" id="Page_542">[542]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plague personified and Famine,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Devil, whose delight is damning.<a name="FNanchor_582" id="FNanchor_582"></a><a href="#Footnote_582" class="fnanchor">[582]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his merits—don't you know 'em?<a name="FNanchor_ia" id="FNanchor_ia"></a><a href="#Footnote_ia" class="fnanchor">[ia]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once he wrote a pretty Poem.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_542">[542]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Plague personified and Famine,—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Devil, whose delight is damning.<a id="FNanchor_582"></a><a href="#Footnote_582" class="fnanchor">[582]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For his merits—don't you know 'em?<a id="FNanchor_ia"></a><a href="#Footnote_ia" class="fnanchor">[ia]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Once he wrote a pretty Poem.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">1818.<br /> +<p class="attrib">1818.<br > [First published, <i>Fraser's Magazine</i>, January, 1833, vol. vii. pp. 88-84.]</p> -<h3>THE DUEL.<a name="FNanchor_583" id="FNanchor_583"></a><a href="#Footnote_583" class="fnanchor">[583]</a> +<h3>THE DUEL.<a id="FNanchor_583"></a><a href="#Footnote_583" class="fnanchor">[583]</a> </h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis fifty years, and yet their fray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To us might seem but yesterday.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_543" id="Page_543">[543]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tis fifty years, and three to boot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since, hand to hand, and foot to foot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heart to heart, and sword to sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One of our Ancestors was gored.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've seen the sword that slew him;<a name="FNanchor_584" id="FNanchor_584"></a><a href="#Footnote_584" class="fnanchor">[584]</a> he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The slain, stood in a like degree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thee, as he, the Slayer, stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Oh had it been but other blood!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In kin and Chieftainship to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus came the Heritage to thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis fifty years, and yet their fray<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To us might seem but yesterday.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_543">[543]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tis fifty years, and three to boot,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since, hand to hand, and foot to foot,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And heart to heart, and sword to sword,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One of our Ancestors was gored.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I've seen the sword that slew him;<a id="FNanchor_584"></a><a href="#Footnote_584" class="fnanchor">[584]</a> he,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The slain, stood in a like degree<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To thee, as he, the Slayer, stood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Oh had it been but other blood!)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In kin and Chieftainship to me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thus came the Heritage to thee.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To me the Lands of him who slew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came through a line of yore renowned;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I can boast a race as true<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Monarchs crowned, and some discrowned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ever Britain's Annals knew:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the first Conqueror gave us Ground,<a name="FNanchor_585" id="FNanchor_585"></a><a href="#Footnote_585" class="fnanchor">[585]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the last Conquered owned the line<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which was my mother's, and is mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To me the Lands of him who slew<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Came through a line of yore renowned;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For I can boast a race as true<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To Monarchs crowned, and some discrowned,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As ever Britain's Annals knew:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the first Conqueror gave us Ground,<a id="FNanchor_585"></a><a href="#Footnote_585" class="fnanchor">[585]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the last Conquered owned the line<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which was my mother's, and is mine.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I loved thee—I will not say <i>how</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since things like these are best forgot:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_544" id="Page_544">[544]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps thou may'st imagine now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who loved thee, and who loved thee not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou wert wedded to another,<a name="FNanchor_586" id="FNanchor_586"></a><a href="#Footnote_586" class="fnanchor">[586]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I at last another wedded:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am a father, thou a mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Strangers vowed, with strangers bedded.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For land to land, even blood to blood—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since leagued of yore our fathers were—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our manors and our birthright stood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not unequal had I wooed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If to have wooed thee I could dare.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this I never dared—even yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When naught is left but to forget.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I feel that I could only love:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sue was never meant for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And least of all to sue to thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For many a bar, and many a feud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though never told, well understood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rolled like a river wide between—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then there was the Curse of blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which even my Heart's can not remove.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alas! how many things have been!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since we were friends; for I alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel more for thee than can be shown.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I loved thee—I will not say <i>how</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since things like these are best forgot:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_544">[544]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps thou may'st imagine now<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who loved thee, and who loved thee not.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And thou wert wedded to another,<a id="FNanchor_586"></a><a href="#Footnote_586" class="fnanchor">[586]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I at last another wedded:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am a father, thou a mother,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To Strangers vowed, with strangers bedded.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For land to land, even blood to blood—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Since leagued of yore our fathers were—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our manors and our birthright stood;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And not unequal had I wooed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">If to have wooed thee I could dare.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But this I never dared—even yet<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When naught is left but to forget.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I feel that I could only love:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To sue was never meant for me,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And least of all to sue to thee;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For many a bar, and many a feud,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though never told, well understood<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Rolled like a river wide between—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then there was the Curse of blood,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which even my Heart's can not remove.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Alas! how many things have been!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since we were friends; for I alone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Feel more for thee than can be shown.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How many things! I loved thee—thou<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loved'st me not: another was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Idol of thy virgin vow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I was, what I am, Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what he is, and what thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And what we were, is like the rest:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We must endure it as a test,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And old Ordeal of the Heart.<a name="FNanchor_587" id="FNanchor_587"></a><a href="#Footnote_587" class="fnanchor">[587]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">How many things! I loved thee—thou<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Loved'st me not: another was<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Idol of thy virgin vow,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I was, what I am, Alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And what he is, and what thou art,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And what we were, is like the rest:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">We must endure it as a test,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And old Ordeal of the Heart.<a id="FNanchor_587"></a><a href="#Footnote_587" class="fnanchor">[587]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">Venice, <i>Dec</i>. 29, 1818.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_545" id="Page_545">[545]</a></span></p> +<p class="attrib">Venice, <i>Dec</i>. 29, 1818.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_545">[545]</a></span></p> -<h3>STANZAS TO THE PO.<a name="FNanchor_588" id="FNanchor_588"></a><a href="#Footnote_588" class="fnanchor">[588]</a> +<h3>STANZAS TO THE PO.<a id="FNanchor_588"></a><a href="#Footnote_588" class="fnanchor">[588]</a> </h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">River</span>, that rollest by the ancient walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A faint and fleeting memory of me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">River</span>, that rollest by the ancient walls,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A faint and fleeting memory of me:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What if thy deep and ample stream should be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A mirror of my heart, where she may read<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What if thy deep and ample stream should be<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A mirror of my heart, where she may read<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What do I say—a mirror of my heart?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as my feelings were and are, thou art;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And such as thou art were my passions long.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_546" id="Page_546">[546]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">What do I say—a mirror of my heart?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Such as my feelings were and are, thou art;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And such as thou art were my passions long.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_546">[546]</a></span></div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Time may have somewhat tamed them,—not for ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou overflow'st thy banks, and not for aye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy bosom overboils, congenial river!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy floods subside, and mine have sunk away:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time may have somewhat tamed them,—not for ever;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thou overflow'st thy banks, and not for aye<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy bosom overboils, congenial river!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy floods subside, and mine have sunk away:<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>5.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But left long wrecks behind, and now again,<a name="FNanchor_ib" id="FNanchor_ib"></a><a href="#Footnote_ib" class="fnanchor">[ib]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Borne in our old unchanged career, we move:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou tendest wildly onwards to the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I—to loving <i>one</i> I should not love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But left long wrecks behind, and now again,<a id="FNanchor_ib"></a><a href="#Footnote_ib" class="fnanchor">[ib]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Borne in our old unchanged career, we move:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou tendest wildly onwards to the main,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And I—to loving <i>one</i> I should not love.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>6.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The current I behold will sweep beneath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her native walls, and murmur at her feet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes will look on thee, when she shall breathe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The twilight air, unharmed by summer's heat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The current I behold will sweep beneath<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Her native walls, and murmur at her feet;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her eyes will look on thee, when she shall breathe<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The twilight air, unharmed by summer's heat.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>7.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She will look on thee,—I have looked on thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full of that thought: and, from that moment, ne'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy waters could I dream of, name, or see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without the inseparable sigh for her!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She will look on thee,—I have looked on thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Full of that thought: and, from that moment, ne'er<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy waters could I dream of, name, or see,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Without the inseparable sigh for her!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>8.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yes! they will meet the wave I gaze on now:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine cannot witness, even in a dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That happy wave repass me in its flow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Yes! they will meet the wave I gaze on now:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mine cannot witness, even in a dream,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That happy wave repass me in its flow!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>9.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wave that bears my tears returns no more:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will she return by whom that wave shall sweep?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both tread thy banks, both wander on thy shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I by thy source, she by the dark-blue deep.<a name="FNanchor_ic" id="FNanchor_ic"></a><a href="#Footnote_ic" class="fnanchor">[ic]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wave that bears my tears returns no more:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Will she return by whom that wave shall sweep?—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Both tread thy banks, both wander on thy shore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I by thy source, she by the dark-blue deep.<a id="FNanchor_ic"></a><a href="#Footnote_ic" class="fnanchor">[ic]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_547" id="Page_547">[547]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_547">[547]</a></span></p> <h4>10.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But that which keepeth us apart is not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Distance, nor depth of wave, nor space of earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the distraction of a various lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As various as the climates of our birth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that which keepeth us apart is not<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Distance, nor depth of wave, nor space of earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the distraction of a various lot,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As various as the climates of our birth.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>11.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A stranger loves the Lady of the land,<a name="FNanchor_id" id="FNanchor_id"></a><a href="#Footnote_id" class="fnanchor">[id]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Born far beyond the mountains, but his blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is all meridian, as if never fanned<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the black wind that chills the polar flood.<a name="FNanchor_ie" id="FNanchor_ie"></a><a href="#Footnote_ie" class="fnanchor">[ie]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A stranger loves the Lady of the land,<a id="FNanchor_id"></a><a href="#Footnote_id" class="fnanchor">[id]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Born far beyond the mountains, but his blood<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is all meridian, as if never fanned<br ></span> +<span class="i2">By the black wind that chills the polar flood.<a id="FNanchor_ie"></a><a href="#Footnote_ie" class="fnanchor">[ie]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>12.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My blood is all meridian; were it not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I had not left my clime, nor should I be,<a name="FNanchor_if" id="FNanchor_if"></a><a href="#Footnote_if" class="fnanchor">[if]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spite of tortures, ne'er to be forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A slave again of love,—at least of thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My blood is all meridian; were it not,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">I had not left my clime, nor should I be,<a id="FNanchor_if"></a><a href="#Footnote_if" class="fnanchor">[if]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In spite of tortures, ne'er to be forgot,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A slave again of love,—at least of thee.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>13.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis vain to struggle—let me perish young—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Live as I lived, and love as I have loved;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dust if I return, from dust I sprung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then, at least, my heart can ne'er be moved.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis vain to struggle—let me perish young—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Live as I lived, and love as I have loved;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To dust if I return, from dust I sprung,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And then, at least, my heart can ne'er be moved.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">June, 1819.<br /> +<p class="attrib">June, 1819.<br > [First published, <i>Conversations of Lord Byron</i>, 1824, 4º, pp. 24-26.]</p> <h3>SONNET ON THE NUPTIALS OF THE MARQUIS ANTONIO CAVALLI WITH THE COUNTESS -CLELIA RASPONI OF RAVENNA.<a name="FNanchor_589" id="FNanchor_589"></a><a href="#Footnote_589" class="fnanchor">[589]</a> +CLELIA RASPONI OF RAVENNA.<a id="FNanchor_589"></a><a href="#Footnote_589" class="fnanchor">[589]</a> </h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A noble</span> Lady of the Italian shore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lovely and young, herself a happy bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Commands a verse, and will not be denied,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_548" id="Page_548">[548]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From me a wandering Englishman; I tore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One sonnet, but invoke the muse once more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To hail these gentle hearts which Love has tied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Youth, Birth, Beauty, genially allied<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blest with Virtue's soul, and Fortune's store.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sweeter language, and a luckier bard<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were worthier of your hopes, Auspicious Pair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of the sanctity of Hymen's shrine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But,—since I cannot but obey the Fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To render your new state your true reward,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May your Fate be like <i>Hers</i>, and unlike <i>mine.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib">Ravenna, July 31, 1819.<br /> -[From an autograph MS. in the possession of the Lady Dorchester,<br /> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A noble</span> Lady of the Italian shore<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Lovely and young, herself a happy bride,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Commands a verse, and will not be denied,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_548">[548]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">From me a wandering Englishman; I tore<br ></span> +<span class="i0">One sonnet, but invoke the muse once more<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To hail these gentle hearts which Love has tied,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In Youth, Birth, Beauty, genially allied<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And blest with Virtue's soul, and Fortune's store.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A sweeter language, and a luckier bard<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were worthier of your hopes, Auspicious Pair!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And of the sanctity of Hymen's shrine,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But,—since I cannot but obey the Fair,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To render your new state your true reward,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">May your Fate be like <i>Hers</i>, and unlike <i>mine.</i><br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib">Ravenna, July 31, 1819.<br > +[From an autograph MS. in the possession of the Lady Dorchester,<br > now for the first time printed.]</p> -<h3>SONNET TO THE PRINCE REGENT.<a name="FNanchor_ig" id="FNanchor_ig"></a><a href="#Footnote_ig" class="fnanchor">[ig]</a> +<h3>SONNET TO THE PRINCE REGENT.<a id="FNanchor_ig"></a><a href="#Footnote_ig" class="fnanchor">[ig]</a> </h3> <h4>ON THE REPEAL OF LORD EDWARD FITZGERALD'S FORFEITURE.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">To</span> be the father of the fatherless,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To stretch the hand from the throne's height, and raise<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>His</i> offspring, who expired in other days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make thy Sire's sway by a kingdom less,—<a name="FNanchor_ih" id="FNanchor_ih"></a><a href="#Footnote_ih" class="fnanchor">[ih]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>This</i> is to be a monarch, and repress<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Envy into unutterable praise.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dismiss thy guard, and trust thee to such traits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For who would lift a hand, except to bless?<a name="FNanchor_ii" id="FNanchor_ii"></a><a href="#Footnote_ii" class="fnanchor">[ii]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were it not easy, Sir, and is't not sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To make thyself belovéd? and to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Omnipotent by Mercy's means? for thus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy Sovereignty would grow but more complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A despot thou, and yet thy people free,<a name="FNanchor_ij" id="FNanchor_ij"></a><a href="#Footnote_ij" class="fnanchor">[ij]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And by the heart—not hand—enslaving us.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib">Bologna, <i>August</i> 12, 1819.<a name="FNanchor_590" id="FNanchor_590"></a><a href="#Footnote_590" class="fnanchor">[590]</a> -<br /> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">To</span> be the father of the fatherless,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To stretch the hand from the throne's height, and raise<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>His</i> offspring, who expired in other days<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To make thy Sire's sway by a kingdom less,—<a id="FNanchor_ih"></a><a href="#Footnote_ih" class="fnanchor">[ih]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>This</i> is to be a monarch, and repress<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Envy into unutterable praise.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Dismiss thy guard, and trust thee to such traits,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For who would lift a hand, except to bless?<a id="FNanchor_ii"></a><a href="#Footnote_ii" class="fnanchor">[ii]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were it not easy, Sir, and is't not sweet<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To make thyself belovéd? and to be<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Omnipotent by Mercy's means? for thus<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy Sovereignty would grow but more complete,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A despot thou, and yet thy people free,<a id="FNanchor_ij"></a><a href="#Footnote_ij" class="fnanchor">[ij]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And by the heart—not hand—enslaving us.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib">Bologna, <i>August</i> 12, 1819.<a id="FNanchor_590"></a><a href="#Footnote_590" class="fnanchor">[590]</a> +<br > [First published, <i>Letters and Journals,</i> ii. 234, 235.]</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_549" id="Page_549">[549]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_549">[549]</a></span></p> -<h3>STANZAS.<a name="FNanchor_591" id="FNanchor_591"></a><a href="#Footnote_591" class="fnanchor">[591]</a> +<h3>STANZAS.<a id="FNanchor_591"></a><a href="#Footnote_591" class="fnanchor">[591]</a> </h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Could</span> Love for ever<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Run like a river,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And Time's endeavour<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Be tried in vain—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">No other pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With this could measure;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And like a treasure<a name="FNanchor_ik" id="FNanchor_ik"></a><a href="#Footnote_ik" class="fnanchor">[ik]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i6">We'd hug the chain.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But since our sighing<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ends not in dying,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And, formed for flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Love plumes his wing;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then for this reason<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Let's love a season;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let that season be only Spring.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_550" id="Page_550">[550]</a></span></p> +<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Could</span> Love for ever<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Run like a river,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And Time's endeavour<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Be tried in vain—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">No other pleasure<br ></span> +<span class="i4">With this could measure;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And like a treasure<a id="FNanchor_ik"></a><a href="#Footnote_ik" class="fnanchor">[ik]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i6">We'd hug the chain.<br ></span> +<span class="i4">But since our sighing<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Ends not in dying,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And, formed for flying,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Love plumes his wing;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Then for this reason<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Let's love a season;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let that season be only Spring.<br ></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_550">[550]</a></span></p> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">When lovers parted<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Feel broken-hearted,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And, all hopes thwarted,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Expect to die;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A few years older,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ah! how much colder<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They might behold her<br /></span> -<span class="i6">For whom they sigh!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">When linked together,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In every weather,<a name="FNanchor_il" id="FNanchor_il"></a><a href="#Footnote_il" class="fnanchor">[il]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i4">They pluck Love's feather<br /></span> -<span class="i6">From out his wing—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He'll stay for ever,<a name="FNanchor_im" id="FNanchor_im"></a><a href="#Footnote_im" class="fnanchor">[im]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i4">But sadly shiver<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without his plumage, when past the Spring.<a name="FNanchor_in" id="FNanchor_in"></a><a href="#Footnote_in" class="fnanchor">[in]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i4">When lovers parted<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Feel broken-hearted,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And, all hopes thwarted,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Expect to die;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">A few years older,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Ah! how much colder<br ></span> +<span class="i4">They might behold her<br ></span> +<span class="i6">For whom they sigh!<br ></span> +<span class="i4">When linked together,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">In every weather,<a id="FNanchor_il"></a><a href="#Footnote_il" class="fnanchor">[il]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i4">They pluck Love's feather<br ></span> +<span class="i6">From out his wing—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">He'll stay for ever,<a id="FNanchor_im"></a><a href="#Footnote_im" class="fnanchor">[im]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i4">But sadly shiver<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Without his plumage, when past the Spring.<a id="FNanchor_in"></a><a href="#Footnote_in" class="fnanchor">[in]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Like Chiefs of Faction,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His life is action—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A formal paction<br /></span> -<span class="i6">That curbs his reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Obscures his glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Despot no more, he<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Such territory<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Quits with disdain.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Still, still advancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With banners glancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His power enhancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">He must move on—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Repose but cloys him,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Retreat destroys him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love brooks not a degraded throne.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_551" id="Page_551">[551]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i4">Like Chiefs of Faction,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">His life is action—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">A formal paction<br ></span> +<span class="i6">That curbs his reign,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Obscures his glory,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Despot no more, he<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Such territory<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Quits with disdain.<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Still, still advancing,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">With banners glancing,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">His power enhancing,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">He must move on—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Repose but cloys him,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Retreat destroys him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Love brooks not a degraded throne.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_551">[551]</a></span></div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Wait not, fond lover!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Till years are over,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And then recover<br /></span> -<span class="i6">As from a dream.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">While each bewailing<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The other's failing.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With wrath and railing,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">All hideous seem—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">While first decreasing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Yet not quite ceasing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Wait not till teasing,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">All passion blight:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If once diminished<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Love's reign is finished—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then part in friendship,—and bid good-night.<a name="FNanchor_io" id="FNanchor_io"></a><a href="#Footnote_io" class="fnanchor">[io]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i4">Wait not, fond lover!<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Till years are over,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And then recover<br ></span> +<span class="i6">As from a dream.<br ></span> +<span class="i4">While each bewailing<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The other's failing.<br ></span> +<span class="i4">With wrath and railing,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">All hideous seem—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">While first decreasing,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Yet not quite ceasing,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Wait not till teasing,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">All passion blight:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">If once diminished<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Love's reign is finished—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then part in friendship,—and bid good-night.<a id="FNanchor_io"></a><a href="#Footnote_io" class="fnanchor">[io]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>5.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">So shall Affection<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To recollection<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The dear connection<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Bring back with joy:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">You had not waited<a name="FNanchor_ip" id="FNanchor_ip"></a><a href="#Footnote_ip" class="fnanchor">[ip]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Till, tired or hated,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Your passions sated<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Began to cloy.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Your last embraces<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Leave no cold traces—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The same fond faces<br /></span> -<span class="i6">As through the past:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And eyes, the mirrors<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of your sweet errors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reflect but rapture—not least though last.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_552" id="Page_552">[552]</a></span></p> +<span class="i4">So shall Affection<br ></span> +<span class="i4">To recollection<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The dear connection<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Bring back with joy:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">You had not waited<a id="FNanchor_ip"></a><a href="#Footnote_ip" class="fnanchor">[ip]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Till, tired or hated,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Your passions sated<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Began to cloy.<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Your last embraces<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Leave no cold traces—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The same fond faces<br ></span> +<span class="i6">As through the past:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And eyes, the mirrors<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Of your sweet errors,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Reflect but rapture—not least though last.<br ></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_552">[552]</a></span></p> <h4>6.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">True, separations<a name="FNanchor_iq" id="FNanchor_iq"></a><a href="#Footnote_iq" class="fnanchor">[iq]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ask more than patience;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">What desperations<br /></span> -<span class="i6">From such have risen!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But yet remaining,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">What is't but chaining<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hearts which, once waning,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Beat 'gainst their prison?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Time can but cloy love,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And use destroy love:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The wingéd boy, Love,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Is but for boys—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">You'll find it torture<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Though sharper, shorter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wean, and not wear out your joys.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="attrib"><i>December</i> 1, 1819.<br /> +<span class="i4">True, separations<a id="FNanchor_iq"></a><a href="#Footnote_iq" class="fnanchor">[iq]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i4">Ask more than patience;<br ></span> +<span class="i4">What desperations<br ></span> +<span class="i6">From such have risen!<br ></span> +<span class="i4">But yet remaining,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">What is't but chaining<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Hearts which, once waning,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Beat 'gainst their prison?<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Time can but cloy love,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">And use destroy love:<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The wingéd boy, Love,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Is but for boys—<br ></span> +<span class="i4">You'll find it torture<br ></span> +<span class="i4">Though sharper, shorter,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To wean, and not wear out your joys.<br ></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="attrib"><i>December</i> 1, 1819.<br > [First published, <i>New Monthly Magazine</i>, 1832, vol. xxxv. pp. 310-312.]</p> -<h3>ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED<br /> -BY A BALL, WHICH AT THE SAME TIME<br /> +<h3>ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED<br > +BY A BALL, WHICH AT THE SAME TIME<br > SHIVERED A PORTRAIT NEXT HIS HEART.</h3> @@ -27724,580 +27671,580 @@ lxxiii.] </p></div> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Lady</span>! in whose heroic port<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Beauty, Victor even of Time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And haughty lineaments, appear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much that is awful, more that's dear—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherever human hearts resort<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>There</i> must have been for thee a Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Thou by acclamation Queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where never Sovereign yet had been.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_553" id="Page_553">[553]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That eye so soft, and yet severe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perchance might look on Love as Crime;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet—regarding thee more near—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The traces of an unshed tear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Compressed back to the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mellowed Sadness in thine air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shows that Love hath once been there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those who watch thee will disclose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than ten thousand tomes of woes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wrung from the vain Romancer's art.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thee how proudly Love hath dwelt!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His full Divinity was felt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Maddening the heart he could not melt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till Guilt became Sublime;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never yet did Beauty's Zone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For him surround a lovelier throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than in that bosom once his own:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he the Sun and Thou the Clime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together must have made a Heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For which the Future would be given.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Lady</span>! in whose heroic port<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Beauty, Victor even of Time,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And haughty lineaments, appear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Much that is awful, more that's dear—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wherever human hearts resort<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>There</i> must have been for thee a Court,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Thou by acclamation Queen,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where never Sovereign yet had been.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_553">[553]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That eye so soft, and yet severe,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Perchance might look on Love as Crime;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet—regarding thee more near—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The traces of an unshed tear<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Compressed back to the heart,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And mellowed Sadness in thine air,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which shows that Love hath once been there,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To those who watch thee will disclose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">More than ten thousand tomes of woes<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wrung from the vain Romancer's art.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With thee how proudly Love hath dwelt!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">His full Divinity was felt,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Maddening the heart he could not melt,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Till Guilt became Sublime;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But never yet did Beauty's Zone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For him surround a lovelier throne,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than in that bosom once his own:<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And he the Sun and Thou the Clime<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Together must have made a Heaven<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For which the Future would be given.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thou hast loved—Oh! not in vain!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And not as common Mortals love.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The Fruit of Fire is Ashes,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The Ocean's tempest dashes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrecks and the dead upon the rocky shore:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True Passion must the all-searching changes prove,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Agony of Pleasure and of Pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till Nothing but the Bitterness remain;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the Heart's Spectre flitting through the brain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scoffs at the Exorcism which would remove.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou hast loved—Oh! not in vain!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And not as common Mortals love.<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The Fruit of Fire is Ashes,<br ></span> +<span class="i4">The Ocean's tempest dashes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wrecks and the dead upon the rocky shore:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">True Passion must the all-searching changes prove,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Agony of Pleasure and of Pain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Till Nothing but the Bitterness remain;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the Heart's Spectre flitting through the brain<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Scoffs at the Exorcism which would remove.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And where is He thou lovedst? in the tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where should the happy Lover be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For him could Time unfold a brighter doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or offer aught like thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He in the thickest battle died,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where Death is Pride;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_554" id="Page_554">[554]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Thou</i> his widow—not his bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wer't not more free—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Here</i> where all love, till Love is made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A bondage or a trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Here</i>—thou so redolent of Beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In whom Caprice had seemed a duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i>, who could'st trample and despise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The holiest chain of human ties<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For him, the dear One in thine eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Broke it no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy heart was withered to it's Core,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It's hopes, it's fears, it's feelings o'er:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Blood grew Ice when <i>his</i> was shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Thou the Vestal of the Dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where is He thou lovedst? in the tomb,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where should the happy Lover be!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For him could Time unfold a brighter doom,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Or offer aught like thee?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He in the thickest battle died,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Where Death is Pride;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_554">[554]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Thou</i> his widow—not his bride,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wer't not more free—<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Here</i> where all love, till Love is made<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A bondage or a trade,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Here</i>—thou so redolent of Beauty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In whom Caprice had seemed a duty,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thou</i>, who could'st trample and despise<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The holiest chain of human ties<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For him, the dear One in thine eyes,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Broke it no more.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy heart was withered to it's Core,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">It's hopes, it's fears, it's feelings o'er:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Blood grew Ice when <i>his</i> was shed,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And Thou the Vestal of the Dead.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy Lover died, as All<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who truly love should die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such are worthy in the fight to fall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Triumphantly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Cuirass o'er that glowing heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deadly bullet turned apart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love had bestowed a richer Mail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like Thetis on her Son;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But hers at last was vain, and thine could fail—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hero's and the lover's race was run.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy worshipped portrait, thy sweet face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Without</i> that bosom kept it's place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Thou <i>within</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! enviously destined Ball!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shivering thine imaged charms and all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those Charms would win:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together pierced, the fatal Stroke hath gored<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Votary and Shrine, the adoring and the adored.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Heart's last throb was thine, that blood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Baptized thine Image in it's flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gushing from the fount of Faith<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O'erflowed with Passion even in Death,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_555" id="Page_555">[555]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Constant to thee as in it's hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of rapture in the secret bower.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou too hast kept thy plight full well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As many a baffled Heart can tell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy Lover died, as All<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who truly love should die;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For such are worthy in the fight to fall<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Triumphantly.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No Cuirass o'er that glowing heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The deadly bullet turned apart:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Love had bestowed a richer Mail,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like Thetis on her Son;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But hers at last was vain, and thine could fail—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The hero's and the lover's race was run.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy worshipped portrait, thy sweet face,<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Without</i> that bosom kept it's place<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As Thou <i>within</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! enviously destined Ball!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shivering thine imaged charms and all<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Those Charms would win:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Together pierced, the fatal Stroke hath gored<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Votary and Shrine, the adoring and the adored.<br ></span> +<span class="i2">That Heart's last throb was thine, that blood<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Baptized thine Image in it's flood,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And gushing from the fount of Faith<br ></span> +<span class="i2">O'erflowed with Passion even in Death,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_555">[555]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Constant to thee as in it's hour<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of rapture in the secret bower.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thou too hast kept thy plight full well,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As many a baffled Heart can tell.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]</p> -<h3>THE IRISH AVATAR.<a name="FNanchor_ir" id="FNanchor_ir"></a><a href="#Footnote_ir" class="fnanchor">[ir]</a><a name="FNanchor_592" id="FNanchor_592"></a><a href="#Footnote_592" class="fnanchor">[592]</a> +<h3>THE IRISH AVATAR.<a id="FNanchor_ir"></a><a href="#Footnote_ir" class="fnanchor">[ir]</a><a id="FNanchor_592"></a><a href="#Footnote_592" class="fnanchor">[592]</a> </h3> -<p class="center">"And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the<br /> +<p class="center">"And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the<br > paltry rider."—[<i>Life of Curran</i>, ii. 336.]</p> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ere</span> the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her grave,<a name="FNanchor_593" id="FNanchor_593"></a><a href="#Footnote_593" class="fnanchor">[593]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her ashes still float to their home o'er the tide,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_556" id="Page_556">[556]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! George the triumphant speeds over the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the long-cherished Isle which he loved like his—bride.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ere</span> the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her grave,<a id="FNanchor_593"></a><a href="#Footnote_593" class="fnanchor">[593]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And her ashes still float to their home o'er the tide,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_556">[556]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! George the triumphant speeds over the wave,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To the long-cherished Isle which he loved like his—bride.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True, the great of her bright and brief Era are gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rain-bow-like Epoch where Freedom could pause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the few little years, out of centuries won,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which betrayed not, or crushed not, or wept not her cause.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">True, the great of her bright and brief Era are gone,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The rain-bow-like Epoch where Freedom could pause<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the few little years, out of centuries won,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which betrayed not, or crushed not, or wept not her cause.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True, the chains of the Catholic clank o'er his rags,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Castle still stands, and the Senate's no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Famine which dwelt on her freedomless crags<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is extending its steps to her desolate shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">True, the chains of the Catholic clank o'er his rags,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Castle still stands, and the Senate's no more,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the Famine which dwelt on her freedomless crags<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Is extending its steps to her desolate shore.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To her desolate shore—where the emigrant stands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For a moment to gaze ere he flies from his hearth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tears fall on his chain, though it drops from his hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the dungeon he quits is the place of his birth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To her desolate shore—where the emigrant stands<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For a moment to gaze ere he flies from his hearth;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tears fall on his chain, though it drops from his hands,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">For the dungeon he quits is the place of his birth.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>5.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he comes! the Messiah of Royalty comes!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a goodly Leviathan rolled from the waves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then receive him as best such an advent becomes,<a name="FNanchor_is" id="FNanchor_is"></a><a href="#Footnote_is" class="fnanchor">[is]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a legion of cooks,<a name="FNanchor_594" id="FNanchor_594"></a><a href="#Footnote_594" class="fnanchor">[594]</a> and an army of slaves!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he comes! the Messiah of Royalty comes!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like a goodly Leviathan rolled from the waves;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then receive him as best such an advent becomes,<a id="FNanchor_is"></a><a href="#Footnote_is" class="fnanchor">[is]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">With a legion of cooks,<a id="FNanchor_594"></a><a href="#Footnote_594" class="fnanchor">[594]</a> and an army of slaves!<br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_557" id="Page_557">[557]</a></span></p><h4>6.</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_557">[557]</a></span></p><h4>6.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He comes in the promise and bloom of threescore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To perform in the pageant the Sovereign's part—<a name="FNanchor_it" id="FNanchor_it"></a><a href="#Footnote_it" class="fnanchor">[it]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But long live the Shamrock, which shadows him o'er!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could the Green in his <i>hat</i> be transferred to his <i>heart!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He comes in the promise and bloom of threescore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To perform in the pageant the Sovereign's part—<a id="FNanchor_it"></a><a href="#Footnote_it" class="fnanchor">[it]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But long live the Shamrock, which shadows him o'er!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Could the Green in his <i>hat</i> be transferred to his <i>heart!</i><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>7.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Could that long-withered spot but be verdant again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a new spring of noble affections arise—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then might Freedom forgive thee this dance in thy chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And this shout of thy slavery which saddens the skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could that long-withered spot but be verdant again,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And a new spring of noble affections arise—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then might Freedom forgive thee this dance in thy chain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And this shout of thy slavery which saddens the skies.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>8.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is it madness or meanness which clings to thee now?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were he God—as he is but the commonest clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With scarce fewer wrinkles than sins on his brow—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such servile devotion might shame him away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it madness or meanness which clings to thee now?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Were he God—as he is but the commonest clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With scarce fewer wrinkles than sins on his brow—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Such servile devotion might shame him away.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>9.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Aye, roar in his train!<a name="FNanchor_595" id="FNanchor_595"></a><a href="#Footnote_595" class="fnanchor">[595]</a> let thine orators lash<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their fanciful spirits to pamper his pride—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not thus did thy Grattan indignantly flash<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His soul o'er the freedom implored and denied.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aye, roar in his train!<a id="FNanchor_595"></a><a href="#Footnote_595" class="fnanchor">[595]</a> let thine orators lash<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their fanciful spirits to pamper his pride—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not thus did thy Grattan indignantly flash<br ></span> +<span class="i2">His soul o'er the freedom implored and denied.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>10.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ever glorious Grattan! the best of the good!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So simple in heart, so sublime in the rest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all which Demosthenes wanted endued,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his rival, or victor, in all he possessed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever glorious Grattan! the best of the good!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">So simple in heart, so sublime in the rest!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With all which Demosthenes wanted endued,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And his rival, or victor, in all he possessed.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>11.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ere Tully arose in the zenith of Rome,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though unequalled, preceded, the task was begun<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_558" id="Page_558">[558]</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Grattan sprung up like a god from the tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of ages, the first, last, the saviour, the <i>one!</i><a name="FNanchor_596" id="FNanchor_596"></a><a href="#Footnote_596" class="fnanchor">[596]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere Tully arose in the zenith of Rome,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though unequalled, preceded, the task was begun<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_558">[558]</a></span>—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But Grattan sprung up like a god from the tomb<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of ages, the first, last, the saviour, the <i>one!</i><a id="FNanchor_596"></a><a href="#Footnote_596" class="fnanchor">[596]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>12.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the skill of an Orpheus to soften the brute;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the fire of Prometheus to kindle mankind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even Tyranny, listening, sate melted or mute,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Corruption shrunk scorched from the glance of his mind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the skill of an Orpheus to soften the brute;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With the fire of Prometheus to kindle mankind;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Even Tyranny, listening, sate melted or mute,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And Corruption shrunk scorched from the glance of his mind.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>13.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But back to our theme! Back to despots and slaves!<a name="FNanchor_iu" id="FNanchor_iu"></a><a href="#Footnote_iu" class="fnanchor">[iu]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feasts furnished by Famine! rejoicings by Pain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True Freedom but <i>welcomes</i>, while Slavery still <i>raves</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When a week's Saturnalia hath loosened her chain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But back to our theme! Back to despots and slaves!<a id="FNanchor_iu"></a><a href="#Footnote_iu" class="fnanchor">[iu]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Feasts furnished by Famine! rejoicings by Pain!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">True Freedom but <i>welcomes</i>, while Slavery still <i>raves</i>,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">When a week's Saturnalia hath loosened her chain.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>14.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let the poor squalid splendour thy wreck can afford,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(As the bankrupt's profusion his ruin would hide)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gild over the palace, Lo! Erin, thy Lord!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kiss his foot with thy blessing—his blessings denied!<a name="FNanchor_iv" id="FNanchor_iv"></a><a href="#Footnote_iv" class="fnanchor">[iv]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let the poor squalid splendour thy wreck can afford,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">(As the bankrupt's profusion his ruin would hide)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Gild over the palace, Lo! Erin, thy Lord!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Kiss his foot with thy blessing—his blessings denied!<a id="FNanchor_iv"></a><a href="#Footnote_iv" class="fnanchor">[iv]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>15.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or <i>if</i> freedom past hope be extorted at last,<a name="FNanchor_iw" id="FNanchor_iw"></a><a href="#Footnote_iw" class="fnanchor">[iw]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">If the idol of brass find his feet are of clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must what terror or policy wring forth be classed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With what monarchs ne'er give, but as wolves yield their prey?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or <i>if</i> freedom past hope be extorted at last,<a id="FNanchor_iw"></a><a href="#Footnote_iw" class="fnanchor">[iw]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">If the idol of brass find his feet are of clay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must what terror or policy wring forth be classed<br ></span> +<span class="i2">With what monarchs ne'er give, but as wolves yield their prey?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>16.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each brute hath its nature; a King's is to <i>reign</i>,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To <i>reign!</i> in that word see, ye ages, comprised<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cause of the curses all annals contain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Cæsar the dreaded to George the despised!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_559" id="Page_559">[559]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">Each brute hath its nature; a King's is to <i>reign</i>,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To <i>reign!</i> in that word see, ye ages, comprised<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The cause of the curses all annals contain,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">From Cæsar the dreaded to George the despised!<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_559">[559]</a></span></div></div> <h4>17.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wear, Fingal, thy trapping!<a name="FNanchor_597" id="FNanchor_597"></a><a href="#Footnote_597" class="fnanchor">[597]</a> O'Connell, proclaim<a name="FNanchor_ix" id="FNanchor_ix"></a><a href="#Footnote_ix" class="fnanchor">[ix]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">His accomplishments! <i>His!!!</i> and thy country convince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half an age's contempt was an error of fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that "Hal is the rascaliest, sweetest <i>young</i> prince!"<a name="FNanchor_iy" id="FNanchor_iy"></a><a href="#Footnote_iy" class="fnanchor">[iy]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wear, Fingal, thy trapping!<a id="FNanchor_597"></a><a href="#Footnote_597" class="fnanchor">[597]</a> O'Connell, proclaim<a id="FNanchor_ix"></a><a href="#Footnote_ix" class="fnanchor">[ix]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">His accomplishments! <i>His!!!</i> and thy country convince<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Half an age's contempt was an error of fame,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And that "Hal is the rascaliest, sweetest <i>young</i> prince!"<a id="FNanchor_iy"></a><a href="#Footnote_iy" class="fnanchor">[iy]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>18.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Will thy yard of blue riband, poor Fingal, recall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fetters from millions of Catholic limbs?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, has it not bound thee the fastest of all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The slaves, who now hail their betrayer with hymns?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will thy yard of blue riband, poor Fingal, recall<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The fetters from millions of Catholic limbs?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or, has it not bound thee the fastest of all<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The slaves, who now hail their betrayer with hymns?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>19.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Aye! "Build him a dwelling!" let each give his mite!<a name="FNanchor_598" id="FNanchor_598"></a><a href="#Footnote_598" class="fnanchor">[598]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till, like Babel, the new royal dome hath arisen!<a name="FNanchor_iz" id="FNanchor_iz"></a><a href="#Footnote_iz" class="fnanchor">[iz]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let thy beggars and helots their pittance unite—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a palace bestow for a poor-house and prison!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aye! "Build him a dwelling!" let each give his mite!<a id="FNanchor_598"></a><a href="#Footnote_598" class="fnanchor">[598]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Till, like Babel, the new royal dome hath arisen!<a id="FNanchor_iz"></a><a href="#Footnote_iz" class="fnanchor">[iz]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let thy beggars and helots their pittance unite—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And a palace bestow for a poor-house and prison!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>20.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Spread—spread for Vitellius, the royal repast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till the gluttonous despot be stuffed to the gorge!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the roar of his drunkards proclaim him at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Fourth of the fools and oppressors called "George!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread—spread for Vitellius, the royal repast,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Till the gluttonous despot be stuffed to the gorge!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the roar of his drunkards proclaim him at last<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The Fourth of the fools and oppressors called "George!"<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>21.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let the tables be loaded with feasts till they groan!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till they <i>groan</i> like thy people, through ages of woe!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_560" id="Page_560">[560]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the wine flow around the old Bacchanal's throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like their blood which has flowed, and which yet has to flow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let the tables be loaded with feasts till they groan!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Till they <i>groan</i> like thy people, through ages of woe!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_560">[560]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Let the wine flow around the old Bacchanal's throne,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Like their blood which has flowed, and which yet has to flow.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>22.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But let not <i>his</i> name be thine idol alone—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On his right hand behold a Sejanus appears!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine own Castlereagh! let him still be thine own!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A wretch never named but with curses and jeers!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let not <i>his</i> name be thine idol alone—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">On his right hand behold a Sejanus appears!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thine own Castlereagh! let him still be thine own!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">A wretch never named but with curses and jeers!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>23.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till now, when the Isle which should blush for his birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deep, deep as the gore which he shed on her soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems proud of the reptile which crawled from her earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And for murder repays him with shouts and a smile.<a name="FNanchor_599" id="FNanchor_599"></a><a href="#Footnote_599" class="fnanchor">[599]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till now, when the Isle which should blush for his birth,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Deep, deep as the gore which he shed on her soil,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Seems proud of the reptile which crawled from her earth,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And for murder repays him with shouts and a smile.<a id="FNanchor_599"></a><a href="#Footnote_599" class="fnanchor">[599]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>24.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Without one single ray of her genius,—without<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fancy, the manhood, the fire of her race—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The miscreant who well might plunge Erin in doubt<a name="FNanchor_ja" id="FNanchor_ja"></a><a href="#Footnote_ja" class="fnanchor">[ja]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">If <i>she</i> ever gave birth to a being so base.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without one single ray of her genius,—without<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The fancy, the manhood, the fire of her race—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The miscreant who well might plunge Erin in doubt<a id="FNanchor_ja"></a><a href="#Footnote_ja" class="fnanchor">[ja]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">If <i>she</i> ever gave birth to a being so base.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>25.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If she did—let her long-boasted proverb be hushed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which proclaims that from Erin no reptile can spring—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See the cold-blooded Serpent, with venom full flushed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still warming its folds in the breast of a King!<a name="FNanchor_jb" id="FNanchor_jb"></a><a href="#Footnote_jb" class="fnanchor">[jb]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If she did—let her long-boasted proverb be hushed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Which proclaims that from Erin no reptile can spring—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">See the cold-blooded Serpent, with venom full flushed,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Still warming its folds in the breast of a King!<a id="FNanchor_jb"></a><a href="#Footnote_jb" class="fnanchor">[jb]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>26.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shout, drink, feast, and flatter! Oh! Erin, how low<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wert thou sunk by misfortune and tyranny, till<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy welcome of tyrants hath plunged thee below<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The depth of thy deep in a deeper gulf still.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_561" id="Page_561">[561]</a></span></div></div> +<span class="i0">Shout, drink, feast, and flatter! Oh! Erin, how low<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Wert thou sunk by misfortune and tyranny, till<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy welcome of tyrants hath plunged thee below<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The depth of thy deep in a deeper gulf still.<br ></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_561">[561]</a></span></div></div> <h4>27.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My voice, though but humble, was raised for thy right;<a name="FNanchor_600" id="FNanchor_600"></a><a href="#Footnote_600" class="fnanchor">[600]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">My vote, as a freeman's, still voted thee free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This hand, though but feeble, would arm in thy fight,<a name="FNanchor_jc" id="FNanchor_jc"></a><a href="#Footnote_jc" class="fnanchor">[jc]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And this heart, though outworn, had a throb still for <i>thee!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My voice, though but humble, was raised for thy right;<a id="FNanchor_600"></a><a href="#Footnote_600" class="fnanchor">[600]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">My vote, as a freeman's, still voted thee free;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This hand, though but feeble, would arm in thy fight,<a id="FNanchor_jc"></a><a href="#Footnote_jc" class="fnanchor">[jc]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">And this heart, though outworn, had a throb still for <i>thee!</i><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>28.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, I loved thee and thine, though thou art not my land;<a name="FNanchor_jd" id="FNanchor_jd"></a><a href="#Footnote_jd" class="fnanchor">[jd]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have known noble hearts and great souls in thy sons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I wept with the world, o'er the patriot band<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who are gone, but I weep them no longer as once.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I loved thee and thine, though thou art not my land;<a id="FNanchor_jd"></a><a href="#Footnote_jd" class="fnanchor">[jd]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">I have known noble hearts and great souls in thy sons,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I wept with the world, o'er the patriot band<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Who are gone, but I weep them no longer as once.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>29.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For happy are they now reposing afar,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy Grattan, thy Curran, thy Sheridan,<a name="FNanchor_601" id="FNanchor_601"></a><a href="#Footnote_601" class="fnanchor">[601]</a> all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, for years, were the chiefs in the eloquent war,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And redeemed, if they have not retarded, thy fall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For happy are they now reposing afar,—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Thy Grattan, thy Curran, thy Sheridan,<a id="FNanchor_601"></a><a href="#Footnote_601" class="fnanchor">[601]</a> all<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who, for years, were the chiefs in the eloquent war,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And redeemed, if they have not retarded, thy fall.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>30.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, happy are they in their cold English graves!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their shades cannot start to thy shouts of to-day—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor the steps of enslavers and chain-kissing slaves<a name="FNanchor_je" id="FNanchor_je"></a><a href="#Footnote_je" class="fnanchor">[je]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be stamped in the turf o'er their fetterless clay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, happy are they in their cold English graves!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Their shades cannot start to thy shouts of to-day—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor the steps of enslavers and chain-kissing slaves<a id="FNanchor_je"></a><a href="#Footnote_je" class="fnanchor">[je]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i2">Be stamped in the turf o'er their fetterless clay.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>31.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till now I had envied thy sons and their shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though their virtues were hunted, their liberties fled;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_562" id="Page_562">[562]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_jf" id="FNanchor_jf"></a><a href="#Footnote_jf" class="fnanchor">[jf]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was something so warm and sublime in the core<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of an Irishman's heart, that I envy—thy <i>dead</i>.<a name="FNanchor_jg" id="FNanchor_jg"></a><a href="#Footnote_jg" class="fnanchor">[jg]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till now I had envied thy sons and their shore,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Though their virtues were hunted, their liberties fled;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_562">[562]</a></span><a id="FNanchor_jf"></a><a href="#Footnote_jf" class="fnanchor">[jf]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">There was something so warm and sublime in the core<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Of an Irishman's heart, that I envy—thy <i>dead</i>.<a id="FNanchor_jg"></a><a href="#Footnote_jg" class="fnanchor">[jg]</a><br ></span> </div></div> <h4>32.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or, if aught in my bosom can quench for an hour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My contempt for a nation so servile, though sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which though trod like the worm will not turn upon power,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">'Tis the glory of Grattan, and genius of Moore!<a name="FNanchor_jh" id="FNanchor_jh"></a><a href="#Footnote_jh" class="fnanchor">[jh]</a><a name="FNanchor_602" id="FNanchor_602"></a><a href="#Footnote_602" class="fnanchor">[602]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, if aught in my bosom can quench for an hour<br ></span> +<span class="i2">My contempt for a nation so servile, though sore,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which though trod like the worm will not turn upon power,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis the glory of Grattan, and genius of Moore!<a id="FNanchor_jh"></a><a href="#Footnote_jh" class="fnanchor">[jh]</a><a id="FNanchor_602"></a><a href="#Footnote_602" class="fnanchor">[602]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">Ra. <i>September</i> 16, 1821.<br /> +<p class="attrib">Ra. <i>September</i> 16, 1821.<br > [First published, <i>Conversations of Lord Byron</i>, 1824, pp. 331-338.]</p> -<h3>STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA.<a name="FNanchor_603" id="FNanchor_603"></a><a href="#Footnote_603" class="fnanchor">[603]</a> +<h3>STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA.<a id="FNanchor_603"></a><a href="#Footnote_603" class="fnanchor">[603]</a> </h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, talk not to me of a name great in story—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The days of our Youth are the days of our glory;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.<a name="FNanchor_604" id="FNanchor_604"></a><a href="#Footnote_604" class="fnanchor">[604]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, talk not to me of a name great in story—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The days of our Youth are the days of our glory;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.<a id="FNanchor_604"></a><a href="#Footnote_604" class="fnanchor">[604]</a><br ></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_563" id="Page_563">[563]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_563">[563]</a></span></p> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then away with all such from the head that is hoary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What care I for the wreaths that can <i>only</i> give glory?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Then away with all such from the head that is hoary,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What care I for the wreaths that can <i>only</i> give glory?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh <span class="smcap">Fame</span>!—if I e'er took delight in thy praises,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than to see the bright eyes of the dear One discover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh <span class="smcap">Fame</span>!—if I e'er took delight in thy praises,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than to see the bright eyes of the dear One discover,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>There</i> chiefly I sought thee, <i>there</i> only I found thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her Glance was the best of the rays that surround thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew it was Love, and I felt it was Glory.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>There</i> chiefly I sought thee, <i>there</i> only I found thee;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her Glance was the best of the rays that surround thee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I knew it was Love, and I felt it was Glory.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib"><i>November</i> 6, 1821.<br /> +<p class="attrib"><i>November</i> 6, 1821.<br > [First published, <i>Letters and Journals of Lord Byron</i>, 1830, ii. 366, note.]</p> -<h3>STANZAS TO A HINDOO AIR.<a name="FNanchor_605" id="FNanchor_605"></a><a href="#Footnote_605" class="fnanchor">[605]</a> +<h3>STANZAS TO A HINDOO AIR.<a id="FNanchor_605"></a><a href="#Footnote_605" class="fnanchor">[605]</a> </h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>! my lonely—lonely—lonely—Pillow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is my lover? where is my lover?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it his bark which my dreary dreams discover?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far—far away! and alone along the billow?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>! my lonely—lonely—lonely—Pillow!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where is my lover? where is my lover?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is it his bark which my dreary dreams discover?<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Far—far away! and alone along the billow?<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Oh! my lonely—lonely—lonely—Pillow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why must my head ache where his gentle brow lay?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_564" id="Page_564">[564]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the long night flags lovelessly and slowly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my head droops over thee like the willow!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh! my lonely—lonely—lonely—Pillow!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Why must my head ache where his gentle brow lay?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_564">[564]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">How the long night flags lovelessly and slowly,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And my head droops over thee like the willow!<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Oh! thou, my sad and solitary Pillow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send me kind dreams to keep my heart from breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In return for the tears I shed upon thee waking;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let me not die till he comes back o'er the billow.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh! thou, my sad and solitary Pillow!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Send me kind dreams to keep my heart from breaking,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In return for the tears I shed upon thee waking;<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Let me not die till he comes back o'er the billow.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Then if thou wilt—no more my <i>lonely</i> Pillow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one embrace let these arms again enfold him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then expire of the joy—but to behold him!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh! my lone bosom!—oh! my lonely Pillow!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then if thou wilt—no more my <i>lonely</i> Pillow,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In one embrace let these arms again enfold him,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And then expire of the joy—but to behold him!<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Oh! my lone bosom!—oh! my lonely Pillow!<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[First published, <i>Works of Lord Byron</i>, 1832, xiv. 357.]</p> -<h3>TO——<a name="FNanchor_606" id="FNanchor_606"></a><a href="#Footnote_606" class="fnanchor">[606]</a> +<h3>TO——<a id="FNanchor_606"></a><a href="#Footnote_606" class="fnanchor">[606]</a> </h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">But</span> once I dared to lift my eyes—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To lift my eyes to thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since that day, beneath the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No other sight they see.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">But</span> once I dared to lift my eyes—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To lift my eyes to thee;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And since that day, beneath the skies,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">No other sight they see.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain sleep shuts them in the night—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The night grows day to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presenting idly to my sight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What still a dream must be.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vain sleep shuts them in the night—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The night grows day to me;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Presenting idly to my sight<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What still a dream must be.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A fatal dream—for many a bar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Divides thy fate from mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still my passions wake and war,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But peace be still with thine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fatal dream—for many a bar<br ></span> +<span class="i2">Divides thy fate from mine;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And still my passions wake and war,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But peace be still with thine.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib">[First published, <i>New Monthly Magazine</i>, 1833, vol. 37, p. 308.]</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_565" id="Page_565">[565]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_565">[565]</a></span></p> <h3>TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.</h3> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You</span> have asked for a verse:—the request<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a rhymer 'twere strange to deny;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my Hippocrene was but my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my feelings (its fountain) are dry.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You</span> have asked for a verse:—the request<br ></span> +<span class="i2">In a rhymer 'twere strange to deny;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But my Hippocrene was but my breast,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And my feelings (its fountain) are dry.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>2.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Were I now as I was, I had sung<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What Lawrence has painted so well;<a name="FNanchor_607" id="FNanchor_607"></a><a href="#Footnote_607" class="fnanchor">[607]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the strain would expire on my tongue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the theme is too soft for my shell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were I now as I was, I had sung<br ></span> +<span class="i2">What Lawrence has painted so well;<a id="FNanchor_607"></a><a href="#Footnote_607" class="fnanchor">[607]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the strain would expire on my tongue,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the theme is too soft for my shell.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>3.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am ashes where once I was fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the bard in my bosom is dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What I loved I now merely admire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my heart is as grey as my head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am ashes where once I was fire,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And the bard in my bosom is dead;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What I loved I now merely admire,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And my heart is as grey as my head.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>4.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My Life is not dated by years—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There are <i>moments</i> which act as a plough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there is not a furrow appears<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But is deep in my soul as my brow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Life is not dated by years—<br ></span> +<span class="i2">There are <i>moments</i> which act as a plough,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And there is not a furrow appears<br ></span> +<span class="i2">But is deep in my soul as my brow.<br ></span> </div></div> <h4>5.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let the young and the brilliant aspire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To sing what I gaze on in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Sorrow has torn from my lyre<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The string which was worthy the strain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let the young and the brilliant aspire<br ></span> +<span class="i2">To sing what I gaze on in vain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For Sorrow has torn from my lyre<br ></span> +<span class="i2">The string which was worthy the strain.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">B.<br /> +<p class="attrib">B.<br > [First published, <i>Letters and Journals</i>, 1830, ii. 635, 636.] </p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_566" id="Page_566">[566]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_566">[566]</a></span></p> -<h3>ARISTOMENES.<a name="FNanchor_608" id="FNanchor_608"></a><a href="#Footnote_608" class="fnanchor">[608]</a> +<h3>ARISTOMENES.<a id="FNanchor_608"></a><a href="#Footnote_608" class="fnanchor">[608]</a> </h3> <h3><span class="smcap">Canto First</span>.</h3> @@ -28305,28 +28252,28 @@ paltry rider."—[<i>Life of Curran</i>, ii. 336.]</p> <h4>1.</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Gods of old are silent on the shore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since the great Pan expired, and through the roar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Ionian waters broke a dread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Voice which proclaimed "the Mighty Pan is dead."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much died with him! false or true—the dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was beautiful which peopled every stream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With more than finny tenants, and adorned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The woods and waters with coy nymphs that scorned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursuing Deities, or in the embrace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of gods brought forth the high heroic race<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose names are on the hills and o'er the seas.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Gods of old are silent on the shore.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Since the great Pan expired, and through the roar<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Ionian waters broke a dread<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Voice which proclaimed "the Mighty Pan is dead."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">How much died with him! false or true—the dream<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was beautiful which peopled every stream<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With more than finny tenants, and adorned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The woods and waters with coy nymphs that scorned<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pursuing Deities, or in the embrace<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of gods brought forth the high heroic race<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whose names are on the hills and o'er the seas.<br ></span> </div></div> -<p class="attrib">Cephalonia, <i>Sept<span class="sup">r</span></i> 10<span class="sup">th</span> 1823.<br /> -[From an autograph MS. in the possession of the Lady Dorchester,<br /> +<p class="attrib">Cephalonia, <i>Sept<span class="sup">r</span></i> 10<span class="sup">th</span> 1823.<br > +[From an autograph MS. in the possession of the Lady Dorchester,<br > now for the first time printed.]</p> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_568" id="Footnote_568"></a><a href="#FNanchor_568"> +<p><a id="Footnote_568"></a><a href="#FNanchor_568"> <span class="label">[568]</span></a> <a id="Note_529"></a>{529}[Byron does not give his authority for the Spanish original of his <i>Romance Muy Doloroso</i>. In default of any definite information, it may be surmised that his fancy was caught by some @@ -28366,13 +28313,13 @@ refrain in the Spanish text is <i>Ay de mi Alhama</i>, and that the insertion of the comma is a printer's or reader's error.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_569" id="Footnote_569"></a><a href="#FNanchor_569"> +<p><a id="Footnote_569"></a><a href="#FNanchor_569"> <span class="label">[569]</span></a> <a id="Note_530"></a>{530}[In A.D. 886, during the reign of Muley Abul Hacen, King of Granada, Albania was surprised and occupied by the Christians under Don Rodrigo Ponce de Leon.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_570" id="Footnote_570"></a><a href="#FNanchor_570"> +<p><a id="Footnote_570"></a><a href="#FNanchor_570"> <span class="label">[570]</span></a> The effect of the original ballad—which existed both in Spanish and Arabic—was such, that it was forbidden to be sung by the Moors, on pain of death, within Granada. ["This ballad was so dolorous @@ -28386,39 +28333,39 @@ De Hita's work is not at all probable. "He may have obtained Arabic materials for parts of his story."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hv" id="Footnote_hv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hv"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hv"> <span class="label">[hv]</span></a> <i>Alas—alas—Alhama!</i>—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_571" id="Footnote_571"></a><a href="#FNanchor_571"> +<p><a id="Footnote_571"></a><a href="#FNanchor_571"> <span class="label">[571]</span></a> [Byron's <i>Ay de mi, Alhama</i>, which should be printed <i>Ay de mi Alhama</i>, must be rendered "Woe for my Alhama!" "Woe is me, Alhama!" is the equivalent of "<i>Ay de mi Alhama!</i>"]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_572" id="Footnote_572"></a><a href="#FNanchor_572"> +<p><a id="Footnote_572"></a><a href="#FNanchor_572"> <span class="label">[572]</span></a> <a id="Note_531"></a>{531}["Un viejo Alfaqui" is "an old Alfaqui," <i>i.e.</i> a doctor of the Mussulman law, not a proper name.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_573" id="Footnote_573"></a><a href="#FNanchor_573"> +<p><a id="Footnote_573"></a><a href="#FNanchor_573"> <span class="label">[573]</span></a> <a id="Note_532"></a>{532}["De leyes tambien hablava" should be rendered "He spake 'also' of the laws," not <i>tan bien</i>, "so well," or "exceeding well."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_574" id="Footnote_574"></a><a href="#FNanchor_574"> +<p><a id="Footnote_574"></a><a href="#FNanchor_574"> <span class="label">[574]</span></a> <a id="Note_533"></a>{533}[The Alcaide or "governor" of the original ballad is converted into the Alfaqui of stanza 9. It was the "Alcaide," in whose absence Alhama was taken, and who lost children, wife, honour, and his own head in consequence (<i>Notes and Queries</i>, iv. i. 162).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hw" id="Footnote_hw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hw"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hw"> <span class="label">[hw]</span></a>——<i>so white to see</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_575" id="Footnote_575"></a><a href="#FNanchor_575"> +<p><a id="Footnote_575"></a><a href="#FNanchor_575"> <span class="label">[575]</span></a> <a id="Note_535"></a>{535}[Jacopo Vittorelli (1749-1835) was born at Bassano, in Venetian territory. Under the Napoleonic "kingdom of Italy" he held office as a subordinate in the Ministry of Education at Milan, and was @@ -28433,7 +28380,7 @@ the storms and passions, of national change and development.—See iv. 585.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_576" id="Footnote_576"></a><a href="#FNanchor_576"> +<p><a id="Footnote_576"></a><a href="#FNanchor_576"> <span class="label">[576]</span></a> <a id="Note_536"></a>{536}["The Helen of Canova (a bust which is in the house of Madame the Countess d'Albrizzi, whom I know) is without exception, to my mind, the most perfectly beautiful of human conceptions, and far @@ -28444,12 +28391,12 @@ stated that it was executed in 1814, and presented to the Countess Albrizzi. (See <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 14, 15, note.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_577" id="Footnote_577"></a><a href="#FNanchor_577"> +<p><a id="Footnote_577"></a><a href="#FNanchor_577"> <span class="label">[577]</span></a> <a id="Note_537"></a>{537}[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_578" id="Footnote_578"></a><a href="#FNanchor_578"> +<p><a id="Footnote_578"></a><a href="#FNanchor_578"> <span class="label">[578]</span></a> <a id="Note_538"></a>{538}["The mumming closed with a masked ball at the Fenice, where I went, as also to most of the ridottos, etc., etc.; and, though I did not dissipate much upon the whole, yet I find 'the sword @@ -28458,7 +28405,7 @@ twenty-nine."—Letter to Moore, February 28, 1817. The verses form part of the letter. (See <i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 59, 60.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_579" id="Footnote_579"></a><a href="#FNanchor_579"> +<p><a id="Footnote_579"></a><a href="#FNanchor_579"> <span class="label">[579]</span></a> [Lady Blessington told Crabb Robinson (Diary, 1869, in. 17) that the publication of the <i>Question and Answer</i> would "kill Rogers." The MS. is dated 1818, and it is probable that the lines were @@ -28499,40 +28446,40 @@ noble lines in <i>Italy</i>, in which Rogers commemorates his last meeting with the "Youth who swam from Sestos to Abydos"— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">"If imagined wrongs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursued thee, urging thee sometimes to do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things long regretted, oft, as many know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None more than I, thy gratitude would build<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On slight foundations; and, if in thy life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not happy, in thy death thou surely wert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy wish accomplished."<br /></span> +<span class="i22">"If imagined wrongs<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pursued thee, urging thee sometimes to do<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Things long regretted, oft, as many know,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">None more than I, thy gratitude would build<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On slight foundations; and, if in thy life<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not happy, in thy death thou surely wert,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Thy wish accomplished."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Poems</i> by Samuel Rogers, 1852, ii. 119.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hx" id="Footnote_hx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hx"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hx"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hx"> <span class="label">[hx]</span></a>——<i>would shame a knocker</i>.—[<i>Fraser's Magazine</i>, 1833.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hy" id="Footnote_hy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hy"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hy"> <span class="label">[hy]</span></a> <a id="Note_539"></a>{539}<i>Turning its quick tail</i>——.—[<i>Fraser's</i>, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_580" id="Footnote_580"></a><a href="#FNanchor_580"> +<p><a id="Footnote_580"></a><a href="#FNanchor_580"> <span class="label">[580]</span></a> <a id="Note_540"></a>{540}["'De mortuis nihil nisi bonum!' There is Sam Rogers [No. IV. of the Maclise Caricatures] a mortal likeness—painted to the very death!" A string of jests upon Rogers's corpse-like appearance accompanied the portrait.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_hz" id="Footnote_hz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hz"> +<p><a id="Footnote_hz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_hz"> <span class="label">[hz]</span></a> <i>With the Scripture in connexion</i>.—[<i>Fraser's</i>, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_581" id="Footnote_581"></a><a href="#FNanchor_581"> +<p><a id="Footnote_581"></a><a href="#FNanchor_581"> <span class="label">[581]</span></a> <a id="Note_541"></a>{541}[Among other "bogus" notes (parodies of the notes in Murray's new edition of Byron's <i>Works</i> in seventeen volumes), is one signed Sir E. Brydges, which enumerates a string of heiresses, beauties, @@ -28543,28 +28490,28 @@ the Princess Olive of Cumberland. "We have heard," the note concludes, Fielding, but we think that must have been before his time a little."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_582" id="Footnote_582"></a><a href="#FNanchor_582"> +<p><a id="Footnote_582"></a><a href="#FNanchor_582"> <span class="label">[582]</span></a> <a id="Note_542"></a>{542}["If '<i>the</i> person' had not by many little dirty sneaking traits provoked it, I should have been silent, though I <i>had observed</i> him. Here follows an alteration. Put— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Devil with such delight in damning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if at the resurrection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto him the free selection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his future could be given<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twould be rather Hell than Heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Devil with such delight in damning<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That if at the resurrection<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Unto him the free selection<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of his future could be given<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twould be rather Hell than Heaven.<br ></span> </div></div> <p> You have a discretionary power about showing."—Letter to Murray, November 9, 1820, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 113.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ia" id="Footnote_ia"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ia"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ia"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ia"> <span class="label">[ia]</span></a>——<i>would you know 'em?</i>—[<i>Fraser's</i>, etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_583" id="Footnote_583"></a><a href="#FNanchor_583"> +<p><a id="Footnote_583"></a><a href="#FNanchor_583"> <span class="label">[583]</span></a> [Addressed to Miss Chaworth, in allusion to a duel fought between two of their ancestors, D[ominus] B[yron] and Mr. C., January 26, 1765. @@ -28611,7 +28558,7 @@ to M. J. J. Coulmann, Genoa, July 12, 1823, <i>Life</i>, by Karl Elze, 1872, pp. 443-446.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_584" id="Footnote_584"></a><a href="#FNanchor_584"> +<p><a id="Footnote_584"></a><a href="#FNanchor_584"> <span class="label">[584]</span></a> <a id="Note_543"></a>{543}[In the coroner's "Inquisition," the sword is described as being "made of iron and steel, of the value of five shillings." Byron says that "so far from feeling any remorse for having @@ -28620,23 +28567,23 @@ kept the sword ... in his bed-chamber, where it still was when he died."—<i>Ibid.</i>, p. 445.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_585" id="Footnote_585"></a><a href="#FNanchor_585"> +<p><a id="Footnote_585"></a><a href="#FNanchor_585"> <span class="label">[585]</span></a> [Ralph de Burun held Horestan Castle and other manors from the Conqueror. Byron's mother was descended from James I. of Scotland.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_586" id="Footnote_586"></a><a href="#FNanchor_586"> +<p><a id="Footnote_586"></a><a href="#FNanchor_586"> <span class="label">[586]</span></a> <a id="Note_544"></a>{544}[See <i>The Dream</i>, line 127, <i>et passim</i>, <i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_31">p. 31</a>, <i>et sq.</i>]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_587" id="Footnote_587"></a><a href="#FNanchor_587"> +<p><a id="Footnote_587"></a><a href="#FNanchor_587"> <span class="label">[587]</span></a> [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_588" id="Footnote_588"></a><a href="#FNanchor_588"> +<p><a id="Footnote_588"></a><a href="#FNanchor_588"> <span class="label">[588]</span></a> <a id="Note_545"></a>{545} [There has been some misunderstanding with regard to this poem. According to the statement of the Countess Guiccioli (see <i>Works of Lord Byron</i>, ed. 1832, xii. 14), "Stanzas to the Po" were @@ -28666,35 +28613,35 @@ cynical rhymes, "Could Love for ever, Run like a river" (<i>vide post</i>, <a href="#Page_549">p. 549</a>).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ib" id="Footnote_ib"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ib"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ib"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ib"> <span class="label">[ib]</span></a> <a id="Note_546"></a>{546} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>But left long wrecks behind them, and again</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Borne on our old unchanged career, we move;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thou tendest wildly onward to the main</i>.—[Medwin.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But left long wrecks behind them, and again</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Borne on our old unchanged career, we move;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thou tendest wildly onward to the main</i>.—[Medwin.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ic" id="Footnote_ic"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ic"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ic"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ic"> <span class="label">[ic]</span></a> <i>I near thy source</i>——.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_id" id="Footnote_id"></a><a href="#FNanchor_id"> +<p><a id="Footnote_id"></a><a href="#FNanchor_id"> <span class="label">[id]</span></a> <a id="Note_547"></a>{547} <i>A stranger loves a lady</i>——.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ie" id="Footnote_ie"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ie"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ie"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ie"> <span class="label">[ie]</span></a> <i>By the bleak wind</i>——.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_if" id="Footnote_if"></a><a href="#FNanchor_if"> +<p><a id="Footnote_if"></a><a href="#FNanchor_if"> <span class="label">[if]</span></a> <i>I had not left my clime;—I shall not be</i>.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_589" id="Footnote_589"></a><a href="#FNanchor_589"> +<p><a id="Footnote_589"></a><a href="#FNanchor_589"> <span class="label">[589]</span></a> I wrote this sonnet (after tearing the first) on being repeatedly urged to do so by the Countess G. [It was at the house of the Marquis Cavalli, uncle to the countess, that Byron appeared in the part @@ -28702,32 +28649,32 @@ of a fully-recognized "Cicisbeo."—See letter to Hoppner, December 31, 1819, <i>Letters, 1900</i>, iv. 393.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ig" id="Footnote_ig"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ig"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ig"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ig"> <span class="label">[ig]</span></a> <a id="Note_548"></a>{548} <i>To the Prince Regent on the repeal of the bill of attainder against Lord E. Fitzgerald, June, 1819.</i></p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ih" id="Footnote_ih"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ih"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ih"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ih"> <span class="label">[ih]</span></a> <i>To leave</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ii" id="Footnote_ii"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ii"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ii"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ii"> <span class="label">[ii]</span></a> <i>Who</i> <span class="smcap">now</span> <i>would lift a hand</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ij" id="Footnote_ij"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ij"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ij"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ij"> <span class="label">[ij]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">——<i>becomes but more complete</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thyself a despot</i>——.—[MS. M.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">——<i>becomes but more complete</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Thyself a despot</i>——.—[MS. M.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_590" id="Footnote_590"></a><a href="#FNanchor_590"> +<p><a id="Footnote_590"></a><a href="#FNanchor_590"> <span class="label">[590]</span></a> ["So the prince has been repealing Lord Fitzgerald's forfeiture? <i>Ecco un' Sonetto!</i> There, you dogs! there's a Sonnet for you: you won't have such as that in a hurry from Mr. Fitzgerald. You may @@ -28743,7 +28690,7 @@ Fitzgerald and his sisters Pamela and Lucy to their blood," July 13, title, "To George the Fourth," affixed in 1831, is incorrect.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_591" id="Footnote_591"></a><a href="#FNanchor_591"> +<p><a id="Footnote_591"></a><a href="#FNanchor_591"> <span class="label">[591]</span></a> <a id="Note_549"></a>{549}["A friend of Lord Byron's, who was with him at Ravenna when he wrote these stanzas, says, They were composed, like many others, with no view of publication, but merely to relieve himself in a @@ -28761,72 +28708,72 @@ leave a country insupportable to me without you" (<i>Letters</i>, 1900, iv. 379, note 2).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ik" id="Footnote_ik"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ik"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ik"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ik"> <span class="label">[ik]</span></a> <i>And as a treasure</i>.—[MS. Guiccioli.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_il" id="Footnote_il"></a><a href="#FNanchor_il"> +<p><a id="Footnote_il"></a><a href="#FNanchor_il"> <span class="label">[il]</span></a> <a id="Note_550"></a>{550} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Through every weather</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>We pluck</i>.—[MS. G.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Through every weather</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>We pluck</i>.—[MS. G.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_im" id="Footnote_im"></a><a href="#FNanchor_im"> +<p><a id="Footnote_im"></a><a href="#FNanchor_im"> <span class="label">[im]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>He'll sadly shiver</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And droop for ever,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Shorn of the plumage which sped his spring</i>.—[MS. G.]<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>He'll sadly shiver</i><br ></span> +<span class="i4"><i>And droop for ever,</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Shorn of the plumage which sped his spring</i>.—[MS. G.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_in" id="Footnote_in"></a><a href="#FNanchor_in"> +<p><a id="Footnote_in"></a><a href="#FNanchor_in"> <span class="label">[in]</span></a>——<i>that sped his Spring</i>.—[MS. G.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_io" id="Footnote_io"></a><a href="#FNanchor_io"> +<p><a id="Footnote_io"></a><a href="#FNanchor_io"> <span class="label">[io]</span></a> <a id="Note_551"></a>{551} </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>His reign is finished</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>One last embrace, then, and bid good-night</i>.—[MS. G.]<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>His reign is finished</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>One last embrace, then, and bid good-night</i>.—[MS. G.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ip" id="Footnote_ip"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ip"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ip"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ip"> <span class="label">[ip]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>You have not waited</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Till tired and hated</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>All passions sated</i>.—[MS. G.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>You have not waited</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Till tired and hated</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>All passions sated</i>.—[MS. G.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_iq" id="Footnote_iq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iq"> +<p><a id="Footnote_iq"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iq"> <span class="label">[iq]</span></a> <a id="Note_552"></a>{552} <i>True separations</i>.—[MS. G.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ir" id="Footnote_ir"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ir"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ir"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ir"> <span class="label">[ir]</span></a> <a id="Note_555"></a>{555} <i>The enclosed lines, as you will directly perceive, are written by the Rev. W. L. Bowles. Of course it is for him to deny them, if they are not</i>.—[<i>Letter to Moore, September</i> 17, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 364.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_592" id="Footnote_592"></a><a href="#FNanchor_592"> +<p><a id="Footnote_592"></a><a href="#FNanchor_592"> <span class="label">[592]</span></a> [A few days before Byron enclosed these lines in a letter to Moore (September 17, 1821) he had written to Murray (September 12): "If ever I <i>do</i> return to England ... I will write a poem to which @@ -28863,70 +28810,70 @@ despised" was gone to his account. According to Crabb Robinson (<i>Diary</i>, The Irish Avatar</i>) were the sublime of hatred."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_593" id="Footnote_593"></a><a href="#FNanchor_593"> +<p><a id="Footnote_593"></a><a href="#FNanchor_593"> <span class="label">[593]</span></a> <a id="Note_556"></a>{556}[The Queen died on the night (10.20 p.m.) of Tuesday, August 7. The King entered Dublin in state Friday, August 17. The vessel bearing the Queen's remains sailed from Harwich on the morning of Saturday, August 18, 1821.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_is" id="Footnote_is"></a><a href="#FNanchor_is"> +<p><a id="Footnote_is"></a><a href="#FNanchor_is"> <span class="label">[is]</span></a> <i> ——such a hero becomes</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_594" id="Footnote_594"></a><a href="#FNanchor_594"> +<p><a id="Footnote_594"></a><a href="#FNanchor_594"> <span class="label">[594]</span></a> ["Seven covered waggons arrived at the Castle (August 3). They were laden with plate.... Upwards of forty men cooks will be employed."—<i>Morning Chronicle</i>, August 8.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_it" id="Footnote_it"></a><a href="#FNanchor_it"> +<p><a id="Footnote_it"></a><a href="#FNanchor_it"> <span class="label">[it]</span></a> <a id="Note_557"></a>{557} <i> in the pageant</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_595" id="Footnote_595"></a><a href="#FNanchor_595"> +<p><a id="Footnote_595"></a><a href="#FNanchor_595"> <span class="label">[595]</span></a> ["Never did I witness such enthusiasm.... Cheer followed cheer—and shout followed shout ... accompanied by exclamation of 'God bless King George IV.!' 'Welcome, welcome, ten thousand times to these shores!'"—<i>Morning Chronicle</i>, August 16.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_596" id="Footnote_596"></a><a href="#FNanchor_596"> +<p><a id="Footnote_596"></a><a href="#FNanchor_596"> <span class="label">[596]</span></a> <a id="Note_558"></a>{558}["After the stanza on Grattan, ... will it please you to cause insert the following Addenda, which I dreamed of during to-day's Siesta."—Letter to Moore, September 20, 1821.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_iu" id="Footnote_iu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iu"> +<p><a id="Footnote_iu"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iu"> <span class="label">[iu]</span></a> <i>Aye! back to our theme</i>——.—[Medwin]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_iv" id="Footnote_iv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iv"> +<p><a id="Footnote_iv"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iv"> <span class="label">[iv]</span></a> <i>Kiss his foot, with thy blessing, for blessings denied!</i>—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_iw" id="Footnote_iw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iw"> +<p><a id="Footnote_iw"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iw"> <span class="label">[iw]</span></a> <i>Or if freedom</i>——.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_597" id="Footnote_597"></a><a href="#FNanchor_597"> +<p><a id="Footnote_597"></a><a href="#FNanchor_597"> <span class="label">[597]</span></a> <a id="Note_559"></a>{559}["The Earl of Fingall (Arthur James Plunkett, K.P., eighth earl, d. 1836), the leading Catholic nobleman, is to be created a Knight of St. Patrick."—<i>Morning Chronicle</i>, August 18.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ix" id="Footnote_ix"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ix"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ix"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ix"> <span class="label">[ix]</span></a> <i>Wear Fingal thy ribbon</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_iy" id="Footnote_iy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iy"> +<p><a id="Footnote_iy"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iy"> <span class="label">[iy]</span></a> <i>And the King is no scoundrel—whatever the Prince</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_598" id="Footnote_598"></a><a href="#FNanchor_598"> +<p><a id="Footnote_598"></a><a href="#FNanchor_598"> <span class="label">[598]</span></a> [There was talk of a testimonial being presented to the King. O'Connell suggested that if possible it should take the form of "a palace, to which not only the rank around him could contribute, but to @@ -28934,11 +28881,11 @@ the erection of which every peasant could from his cottage contribute his humble mite."—<i>Morning Chronicle</i>, August 18.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_iz" id="Footnote_iz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iz"> +<p><a id="Footnote_iz"></a><a href="#FNanchor_iz"> <span class="label">[iz]</span></a> <i>Till proudly the new</i>——.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_599" id="Footnote_599"></a><a href="#FNanchor_599"> +<p><a id="Footnote_599"></a><a href="#FNanchor_599"> <span class="label">[599]</span></a> <a id="Note_560"></a>{560}["The Marquis of Londonderry was cheered in the Castle-yard." "He was," says the correspondent of the <i>Morning Chronicle</i>, "the instrument of Ireland's degradation—he broke down her @@ -28946,60 +28893,60 @@ spirit, and prostrated, I fear, for ever her independence. To see the author of this measure cheered near the very spot," etc.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_ja" id="Footnote_ja"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ja"> +<p><a id="Footnote_ja"></a><a href="#FNanchor_ja"> <span class="label">[ja]</span></a>——<i>might make Humanity doubt</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_jb" id="Footnote_jb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jb"> +<p><a id="Footnote_jb"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jb"> <span class="label">[jb]</span></a>——<i>in the heart of a king</i>.—[Medwin. MS. M. erased.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_600" id="Footnote_600"></a><a href="#FNanchor_600"> +<p><a id="Footnote_600"></a><a href="#FNanchor_600"> <span class="label">[600]</span></a> <a id="Note_561"></a>{561}[Byron spoke and voted in favour of the Earl of Donoughmore's motion for a Committee on the Roman Catholic claims, April 21, 1812. (See "Parliamentary Speeches," Appendix II., <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 431-443.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_jc" id="Footnote_jc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jc"> +<p><a id="Footnote_jc"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jc"> <span class="label">[jc]</span></a> <i>My arm, though but feeble</i>——.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_jd" id="Footnote_jd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jd"> +<p><a id="Footnote_jd"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jd"> <span class="label">[jd]</span></a>——<i>though thou wert not my land</i>.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_601" id="Footnote_601"></a><a href="#FNanchor_601"> +<p><a id="Footnote_601"></a><a href="#FNanchor_601"> <span class="label">[601]</span></a> [For Grattan and Curran, see letter to Moore, October 2, 1813, <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 271, note 1; for Sheridan, see "Introduction to <i>Monody</i>," etc., <i>ante</i>, pp. <a href="#Page_69">69</a>, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_je" id="Footnote_je"></a><a href="#FNanchor_je"> +<p><a id="Footnote_je"></a><a href="#FNanchor_je"> <span class="label">[je]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nor the steps of enslavers, and slave-kissing slaves</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Be damp'd in the turf</i>——.—[Medwin.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Nor the steps of enslavers, and slave-kissing slaves</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Be damp'd in the turf</i>——.—[Medwin.]<br ></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_jf" id="Footnote_jf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jf"> +<p><a id="Footnote_jf"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jf"> <span class="label">[jf]</span></a> <i>Though their virtues are blunted</i>——.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_jg" id="Footnote_jg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jg"> +<p><a id="Footnote_jg"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jg"> <span class="label">[jg]</span></a> <a id="Note_562"></a>{562}——<i>that I envy their dead</i>.—[Medwin.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_jh" id="Footnote_jh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jh"> +<p><a id="Footnote_jh"></a><a href="#FNanchor_jh"> <span class="label">[jh]</span></a> <i>They're the heart—the free spirit—the genius of Moore</i>.—[MS. M.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_602" id="Footnote_602"></a><a href="#FNanchor_602"> +<p><a id="Footnote_602"></a><a href="#FNanchor_602"> <span class="label">[602]</span></a> ["Signed W. L. B——, M.A., and written with a view to a Bishoprick."—<i>Letters and Journals</i>, 1830, ii. 527, note. </p><p> @@ -29009,30 +28956,30 @@ Lord B. called, himself, silly, being written in a moment of ill nature.—C. B."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_603" id="Footnote_603"></a><a href="#FNanchor_603"> +<p><a id="Footnote_603"></a><a href="#FNanchor_603"> <span class="label">[603]</span></a> ["I composed these stanzas (except the fourth, added now) a few days ago, on the road from Florence to Pisa."—Pisa, 6th November, 1821, <i>Detached Thoughts</i>, No. 118, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 466.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_604" id="Footnote_604"></a><a href="#FNanchor_604"> +<p><a id="Footnote_604"></a><a href="#FNanchor_604"> <span class="label">[604]</span></a> ["I told Byron that his poetical sentiments of the attractions of matured beauty had, at the moment, suggested four lines to me; which he begged me to repeat, and he laughed not a little when I recited the following lines to him:— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Oh! talk not to me of the charms of Youth's dimples,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's surely more sentiment center'd in wrinkles.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They're the triumphs of Time that mark Beauty's decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Telling tales of years past, and the few left to stay."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Oh! talk not to me of the charms of Youth's dimples,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There's surely more sentiment center'd in wrinkles.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">They're the triumphs of Time that mark Beauty's decay,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Telling tales of years past, and the few left to stay."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Conversations of Lord Byron</i>, 1834, pp. 255, 256.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_605" id="Footnote_605"></a><a href="#FNanchor_605"> +<p><a id="Footnote_605"></a><a href="#FNanchor_605"> <span class="label">[605]</span></a> <a id="Note_563"></a>{563}[These verses were written by Lord Byron a little before he left Italy for Greece. They were meant to suit the Hindostanee air, "Alia Malla Punca," which the Countess Guiccioli was fond of @@ -29040,17 +28987,17 @@ singing.—Editor's note, <i>Works, etc.</i>, xiv. 357, Pisa, September, 1821.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_606" id="Footnote_606"></a><a href="#FNanchor_606"> +<p><a id="Footnote_606"></a><a href="#FNanchor_606"> <span class="label">[606]</span></a> <a id="Note_564"></a>{564}[Probably "To Lady Blessington," who includes them in her <i>Conversations of Lord Byron</i>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_607" id="Footnote_607"></a><a href="#FNanchor_607"> +<p><a id="Footnote_607"></a><a href="#FNanchor_607"> <span class="label">[607]</span></a> <a id="Note_565"></a>{565}[For reproduction of Lawrence's portrait of Lady Blessington, see "List of Illustrations," <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. [xv.].]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_608" id="Footnote_608"></a><a href="#FNanchor_608"> +<p><a id="Footnote_608"></a><a href="#FNanchor_608"> <span class="label">[608]</span></a> <a id="Note_566"></a>{566}[Aristomenes, the Achilles of the Alexandrian poet Rhianus (Grote's <i>History of Greece</i>, 1869, ii. 428), is the legendary hero of the second Messenian War (B.C. 685-668). Thrice he slew a @@ -29061,10 +29008,10 @@ second century of the Christian era, Pausanias (iv. 16. 4) made a note of Messenian maidens hymning his victory over the Lacedæmonians— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"From the heart of the plain he drove them,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he drove them back to the hill:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the top of the hill he drove them,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As he followed them, followed them still!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"From the heart of the plain he drove them,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">And he drove them back to the hill:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the top of the hill he drove them,<br ></span> +<span class="i2">As he followed them, followed them still!"<br ></span> </div></div> <p> Byron was familiar with Thomas Taylor's translation of the <i>Periegesis @@ -29079,17 +29026,17 @@ which is quoted by Sir Walter Scott, in the third chapter of <i>Guy Mannering</i>.]</p></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_567" id="Page_567">[567]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_567">[567]</a></span></p> -<h2><a id="THE_BLUES" name="THE_BLUES"></a> - <span style="font-size:150%;">THE BLUES:</span><br /> +<h2><a id="THE_BLUES"></a> + <span style="font-size:150%;">THE BLUES:</span><br > A LITERARY ECLOGUE. </h2> <div style="width:75%;margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;"> -<hr /> +<hr > <p class="center"> "Nimium ne crede colori."—<span class="smcap">Virgil</span>, [<i>Ecl</i>. ii. 17] </p> @@ -29097,15 +29044,15 @@ Mannering</i>.]</p></div> O trust not, ye beautiful creatures, to hue, Though your <i>hair</i> were as <i>red</i>, as your <i>stockings</i> are <i>blue</i>. </p> -<hr /> +<hr > </div> -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_569" id="Page_569">[569]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_569">[569]</a></span></p> <h3>INTRODUCTION TO <i>THE BLUES</i>. -<br /><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash" /></span> +<br ><span class="center"><img src="images/decoration.png" alt="swash"></span> </h3> <p><span class="smcap">Byron's</span> correspondence does not explain the mood in which he wrote <i>The @@ -29137,7 +29084,7 @@ don't much affect your blue-bottles;—but one ought to be civil.... Perhaps that blue-winged Kashmirian butterfly of book-learning Lady Charlemont will be there" (see <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 333, 358, note 2).</p> -<p>Byron was, perhaps, a more willing guest at literary<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_570" id="Page_570">[570]</a></span> entertainments +<p>Byron was, perhaps, a more willing guest at literary<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_570">[570]</a></span> entertainments than he professed to be. "I met him," says Sir Walter Scott (<i>Memoirs of the Life, etc.</i>, 1838, ii. 167), "frequently in society.... Some very agreeable parties I can recollect, particularly one at Sir George @@ -29178,7 +29125,7 @@ the "moral Clytemnestra" of his marriage and separation.</p> attributed to Byron, and met with greater contempt than it deserved. In the <i>Noctes Ambrosiance</i> (Blackwood's <i>Edinburgh Magazine</i>, May, 1823, vol. xiii. p. 607), the third number of the <i>Liberal</i> is dismissed with -the remark, "The last Number contains not one <i>line</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_571" id="Page_571">[571]</a></span> of Byron's! Thank +the remark, "The last Number contains not one <i>line</i><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_571">[571]</a></span> of Byron's! Thank God! he has seen his error, and kicked them out." Brief but contemptuous notices appeared in the <i>Literary Chronicle</i>, April 26, and the <i>Literary Gazette</i>, May 3, 1823; while a short-lived periodical, named @@ -29192,14 +29139,14 @@ profitless and ill-omened <i>Liberal</i>. -<hr style="width: 65%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_573" id="Page_573">[573]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_573">[573]</a></span></p> -<h2>THE BLUES:<a name="FNanchor_609" id="FNanchor_609"></a><a href="#Footnote_609" class="fnanchor">[609]</a> -<br /> +<h2>THE BLUES:<a id="FNanchor_609"></a><a href="#Footnote_609" class="fnanchor">[609]</a> +<br > <span style="font-size:smaller;">A LITERARY ECLOGUE</span>. </h2> -<hr class="dbl" /> +<hr class="dbl" > <h3>ECLOGUE THE FIRST.</h3> @@ -29208,296 +29155,296 @@ profitless and ill-omened <i>Liberal</i>. <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Tracy</span>, <i>meeting</i> <span class="smcap">Inkel</span>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. <span class="smcap">You're</span> too late.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. <span class="smcap">You're</span> too late.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Is it over?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Is it over?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Nor will be this hour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the benches are crammed, like a garden in flower.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the pride of our belles, who have made it the fashion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, instead of "beaux arts," we may say "la <i>belle</i> passion"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For learning, which lately has taken the lead in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world, and set all the fine gentlemen reading.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Nor will be this hour.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the benches are crammed, like a garden in flower.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With the pride of our belles, who have made it the fashion;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So, instead of "beaux arts," we may say "la <i>belle</i> passion"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For learning, which lately has taken the lead in<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The world, and set all the fine gentlemen reading.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I know it too well, and have worn out my patience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With studying to study your new publications.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_574" id="Page_574">[574]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's Vamp, Scamp, and Mouthy, and Wordswords and Co.<a name="FNanchor_610" id="FNanchor_610"></a><a href="#Footnote_610" class="fnanchor">[610]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their damnable——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I know it too well, and have worn out my patience<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With studying to study your new publications.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_574">[574]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">There's Vamp, Scamp, and Mouthy, and Wordswords and Co.<a id="FNanchor_610"></a><a href="#Footnote_610" class="fnanchor">[610]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">With their damnable——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Hold, my good friend, do you know<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom you speak to?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Hold, my good friend, do you know<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whom you speak to?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Right well, boy, and so does "the Row:"<a name="FNanchor_611" id="FNanchor_611"></a><a href="#Footnote_611" class="fnanchor">[611]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You're an author—a poet—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Right well, boy, and so does "the Row:"<a id="FNanchor_611"></a><a href="#Footnote_611" class="fnanchor">[611]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">You're an author—a poet—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>And think you that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can stand tamely in silence, to hear you decry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Muses?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>And think you that I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can stand tamely in silence, to hear you decry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The Muses?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Excuse me: I meant no offence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Nine; though the number who make some pretence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To their favours is such——but the subject to drop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am just piping hot from a publisher's shop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Next door to the pastry-cook's; so that when I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cannot find the new volume I wanted to buy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the bibliopole's shelves, it is only two paces,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As one finds every author in one of those places:)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where I just had been skimming a charming critique,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So studded with wit, and so sprinkled with Greek!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where your friend—you know who—has just got such a threshing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it is, as the phrase goes, extremely "<i>refreshing.</i>"<a name="FNanchor_612" id="FNanchor_612"></a><a href="#Footnote_612" class="fnanchor">[612]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a beautiful word!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Excuse me: I meant no offence<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Nine; though the number who make some pretence<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To their favours is such——but the subject to drop,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I am just piping hot from a publisher's shop,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Next door to the pastry-cook's; so that when I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Cannot find the new volume I wanted to buy<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the bibliopole's shelves, it is only two paces,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">As one finds every author in one of those places:)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where I just had been skimming a charming critique,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So studded with wit, and so sprinkled with Greek!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Where your friend—you know who—has just got such a threshing,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That it is, as the phrase goes, extremely "<i>refreshing.</i>"<a id="FNanchor_612"></a><a href="#Footnote_612" class="fnanchor">[612]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">What a beautiful word!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Very true; 'tis so soft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so cooling—they use it a little too oft;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the papers have got it at last—but no matter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So they've cut up our friend then?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Very true; 'tis so soft<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so cooling—they use it a little too oft;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And the papers have got it at last—but no matter.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So they've cut up our friend then?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Not left him a tatter—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a rag of his present or past reputation,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which they call a disgrace to the age, and the nation.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_575" id="Page_575">[575]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>Not left him a tatter—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Not a rag of his present or past reputation,<span class="linenum">30</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which they call a disgrace to the age, and the nation.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_575">[575]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I'm sorry to hear this! for friendship, you know—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our poor friend!—but I thought it would terminate so.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our friendship is such, I'll read nothing to shock it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You don't happen to have the Review in your pocket?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I'm sorry to hear this! for friendship, you know—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our poor friend!—but I thought it would terminate so.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our friendship is such, I'll read nothing to shock it.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You don't happen to have the Review in your pocket?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. No; I left a round dozen of authors and others<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Very sorry, no doubt, since the cause is a brother's)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All scrambling and jostling, like so many imps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on fire with impatience to get the next glimpse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. No; I left a round dozen of authors and others<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Very sorry, no doubt, since the cause is a brother's)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All scrambling and jostling, like so many imps,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And on fire with impatience to get the next glimpse.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Let us join them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Let us join them.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>What, won't you return to the lecture?<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>What, won't you return to the lecture?<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Why the place is so crammed, there's not room for a spectre.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, our friend Scamp is to-day so absurd—<a name="FNanchor_613" id="FNanchor_613"></a><a href="#Footnote_613" class="fnanchor">[613]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Why the place is so crammed, there's not room for a spectre.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, our friend Scamp is to-day so absurd—<a id="FNanchor_613"></a><a href="#Footnote_613" class="fnanchor">[613]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. How can you know that till you hear him?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. How can you know that till you hear him?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>I heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite enough; and, to tell you the truth, my retreat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was from his vile nonsense, no less than the heat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>I heard<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Quite enough; and, to tell you the truth, my retreat<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Was from his vile nonsense, no less than the heat.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I have had no great loss then?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I have had no great loss then?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Loss!—such a palaver!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'd inoculate sooner my wife with the slaver<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a dog when gone rabid, than listen two hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the torrent of trash which around him he pours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pumped up with such effort, disgorged with such labour,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That——come—do not make me speak ill of one's neighbour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Loss!—such a palaver!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'd inoculate sooner my wife with the slaver<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of a dog when gone rabid, than listen two hours<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the torrent of trash which around him he pours,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pumped up with such effort, disgorged with such labour,<span class="linenum">50</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">That——come—do not make me speak ill of one's neighbour.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. <i>I</i> make you!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. <i>I</i> make you!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Yes, you! I said nothing until<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You compelled me, by speaking the truth——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>Yes, you! I said nothing until<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You compelled me, by speaking the truth——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s34"> </span><i>To speak ill?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is that your deduction?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s34"> </span><i>To speak ill?</i><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is that your deduction?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>When speaking of Scamp ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I certainly <i>follow, not set</i> an example.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fellow's a fool, an impostor, a zany.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>When speaking of Scamp ill,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I certainly <i>follow, not set</i> an example.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The fellow's a fool, an impostor, a zany.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And the crowd of to-day shows that one fool makes many.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_576" id="Page_576">[576]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we two will be wise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And the crowd of to-day shows that one fool makes many.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_576">[576]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But we two will be wise.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Pray, then, let us retire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Pray, then, let us retire.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I would, but——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I would, but——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>There must be attraction much higher<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than Scamp, or the Jew's harp he nicknames his lyre,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To call you to this hotbed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>There must be attraction much higher<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than Scamp, or the Jew's harp he nicknames his lyre,<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To call you to this hotbed.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>I own it—'tis true—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fair lady——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>I own it—'tis true—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A fair lady——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>A spinster?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s7"> </span>A spinster?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Miss Lilac.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>Miss Lilac.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>The Blue!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>The Blue!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. The heiress! The angel!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. The heiress! The angel!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>The devil! why, man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray get out of this hobble as fast as you can.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>You</i> wed with Miss Lilac! 'twould be your perdition:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She's a poet, a chymist, a mathematician.<a name="FNanchor_614" id="FNanchor_614"></a><a href="#Footnote_614" class="fnanchor">[614]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>The devil! why, man,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Pray get out of this hobble as fast as you can.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><i>You</i> wed with Miss Lilac! 'twould be your perdition:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She's a poet, a chymist, a mathematician.<a id="FNanchor_614"></a><a href="#Footnote_614" class="fnanchor">[614]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I say she's an angel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I say she's an angel.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Say rather an angle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you and she marry, you'll certainly wrangle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I say she's a Blue, man, as blue as the ether.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Say rather an angle.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If you and she marry, you'll certainly wrangle.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I say she's a Blue, man, as blue as the ether.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And is that any cause for not coming together?<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And is that any cause for not coming together?<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Humph! I can't say I know any happy alliance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which has lately sprung up from a wedlock with science.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She's so learnéd in all things, and fond of concerning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Herself in all matters connected with learning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Humph! I can't say I know any happy alliance<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Which has lately sprung up from a wedlock with science.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">She's so learnéd in all things, and fond of concerning<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Herself in all matters connected with learning,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>What?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>What?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>I perhaps may as well hold my tongue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there's five hundred people can tell you you're wrong.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>I perhaps may as well hold my tongue;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But there's five hundred people can tell you you're wrong.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. You forget Lady Lilac's as rich as a Jew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. You forget Lady Lilac's as rich as a Jew.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Is it miss or the cash of mamma you pursue?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Is it miss or the cash of mamma you pursue?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Why, Jack, I'll be frank with you—something of both.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The girl's a fine girl.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Why, Jack, I'll be frank with you—something of both.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The girl's a fine girl.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>And you feel nothing loth<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To her good lady-mother's reversion; and yet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_577" id="Page_577">[577]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her life is as good as your own, I will bet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>And you feel nothing loth<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To her good lady-mother's reversion; and yet<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_577">[577]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her life is as good as your own, I will bet.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Let her live, and as long as she likes; I demand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing more than the heart of her daughter and hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Let her live, and as long as she likes; I demand<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing more than the heart of her daughter and hand.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Why, that heart's in the inkstand—that hand on the pen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Why, that heart's in the inkstand—that hand on the pen.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. A propos—Will you write me a song now and then?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. A propos—Will you write me a song now and then?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. To what purpose?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. To what purpose?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>You know, my dear friend, that in prose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My talent is decent, as far as it goes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in rhyme——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>You know, my dear friend, that in prose<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My talent is decent, as far as it goes;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But in rhyme——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>You're a terrible stick, to be sure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>You're a terrible stick, to be sure.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I own it; and yet, in these times, there's no lure<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the heart of the fair like a stanza or two;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so, as I can't, will you furnish a few?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I own it; and yet, in these times, there's no lure<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the heart of the fair like a stanza or two;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And so, as I can't, will you furnish a few?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. In your name?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. In your name?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>In my name. I will copy them out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To slip into her hand at the very next rout.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>In my name. I will copy them out,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To slip into her hand at the very next rout.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Are you so far advanced as to hazard this?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Are you so far advanced as to hazard this?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>Why,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you think me subdued by a Blue-stocking's eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So far as to tremble to tell her in rhyme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What I've told her in prose, at the least, as sublime?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s36"> </span>Why,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Do you think me subdued by a Blue-stocking's eye,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So far as to tremble to tell her in rhyme<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What I've told her in prose, at the least, as sublime?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. <i>As sublime!</i> If i be so, no need of my Muse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. <i>As sublime!</i> If i be so, no need of my Muse.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. But consider, dear Inkel, she's one of the "Blues."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. But consider, dear Inkel, she's one of the "Blues."<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. As sublime!—Mr. Tracy—I've nothing to say.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stick to prose—As sublime!!—but I wish you good day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. As sublime!—Mr. Tracy—I've nothing to say.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stick to prose—As sublime!!—but I wish you good day.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Nay, stay, my dear fellow—consider—I'm wrong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I own it; but, prithee, compose me the song.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Nay, stay, my dear fellow—consider—I'm wrong;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I own it; but, prithee, compose me the song.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. <i>As</i> sublime!!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. <i>As</i> sublime!!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>I but used the expression in haste.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s12"> </span>I but used the expression in haste.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. That may be, Mr. Tracy, but shows damned bad taste.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. That may be, Mr. Tracy, but shows damned bad taste.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I own it, I know it, acknowledge it—what<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can I say to you more?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I own it, I know it, acknowledge it—what<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Can I say to you more?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>I see what you'd be at:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You disparage my parts with insidious abuse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till you think you can turn them best to your own use.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>I see what you'd be at:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You disparage my parts with insidious abuse,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Till you think you can turn them best to your own use.<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And is that not a sign I respect them?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And is that not a sign I respect them?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Why that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_578" id="Page_578">[578]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be sure makes a difference.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>Why that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_578">[578]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be sure makes a difference.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>I know what is what:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you, who're a man of the gay world, no less<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than a poet of t'other, may easily guess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I never could mean, by a word, to offend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A genius like you, and, moreover, my friend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s24"> </span>I know what is what:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you, who're a man of the gay world, no less<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than a poet of t'other, may easily guess<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That I never could mean, by a word, to offend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A genius like you, and, moreover, my friend.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. No doubt; you by this time should know what is due<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a man of——but come—let us shake hands.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. No doubt; you by this time should know what is due<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To a man of——but come—let us shake hands.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>You knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you <i>know</i>, my dear fellow, how heartily I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever you publish, am ready to buy.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>You knew,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you <i>know</i>, my dear fellow, how heartily I,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Whatever you publish, am ready to buy.<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. That's my bookseller's business; I care not for sale;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed the best poems at first rather fail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were Renegade's epics, and Botherby's plays,<a name="FNanchor_615" id="FNanchor_615"></a><a href="#Footnote_615" class="fnanchor">[615]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my own grand romance——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. That's my bookseller's business; I care not for sale;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed the best poems at first rather fail.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There were Renegade's epics, and Botherby's plays,<a id="FNanchor_615"></a><a href="#Footnote_615" class="fnanchor">[615]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And my own grand romance——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Had its full share of praise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I myself saw it puffed in the "Old Girl's Review."<a name="FNanchor_616" id="FNanchor_616"></a><a href="#Footnote_616" class="fnanchor">[616]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Had its full share of praise.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I myself saw it puffed in the "Old Girl's Review."<a id="FNanchor_616"></a><a href="#Footnote_616" class="fnanchor">[616]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. What Review?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. What Review?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Tis the English "Journal de Trevoux;"<a name="FNanchor_617" id="FNanchor_617"></a><a href="#Footnote_617" class="fnanchor">[617]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A clerical work of our Jesuits at home.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_579" id="Page_579">[579]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have you never yet seen it?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s14"> </span>Tis the English "Journal de Trevoux;"<a id="FNanchor_617"></a><a href="#Footnote_617" class="fnanchor">[617]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">A clerical work of our Jesuits at home.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_579">[579]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have you never yet seen it?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>That pleasure's to come.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>That pleasure's to come.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Make haste then.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Make haste then.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Why so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Why so?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>I have heard people say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it threatened to give up the <i>ghost</i> t'other day.<a name="FNanchor_618" id="FNanchor_618"></a><a href="#Footnote_618" class="fnanchor">[618]</a><span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>I have heard people say<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That it threatened to give up the <i>ghost</i> t'other day.<a id="FNanchor_618"></a><a href="#Footnote_618" class="fnanchor">[618]</a><span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Well, that is a sign of some <i>spirit</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Well, that is a sign of some <i>spirit</i>.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>No doubt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall you be at the Countess of Fiddlecome's rout?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>No doubt.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Shall you be at the Countess of Fiddlecome's rout?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I've a card, and shall go: but at present, as soon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As friend Scamp shall be pleased to step down from the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Where he seems to be soaring in search of his wits),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And an interval grants from his lecturing fits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm engaged to the Lady Bluebottle's collation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To partake of a luncheon and learn'd conversation:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis a sort of reunion for Scamp, on the days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his lecture, to treat him with cold tongue and praise.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I own, for my own part, that 'tis not unpleasant.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you go? There's Miss Lilac will also be present.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I've a card, and shall go: but at present, as soon<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As friend Scamp shall be pleased to step down from the moon,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">(Where he seems to be soaring in search of his wits),<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And an interval grants from his lecturing fits,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'm engaged to the Lady Bluebottle's collation,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To partake of a luncheon and learn'd conversation:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a sort of reunion for Scamp, on the days<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of his lecture, to treat him with cold tongue and praise.<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And I own, for my own part, that 'tis not unpleasant.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will you go? There's Miss Lilac will also be present.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. That "metal's attractive."<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. That "metal's attractive."<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>No doubt—to the pocket.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>No doubt—to the pocket.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. You should rather encourage my passion than shock it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let us proceed; for I think by the hum——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. You should rather encourage my passion than shock it.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But let us proceed; for I think by the hum——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Very true; let us go, then, before they can come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else we'll be kept here an hour at their levee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the rack of cross questions, by all the blue bevy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hark! Zounds, they'll be on us; I know by the drone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of old Botherby's spouting ex-cathedrâ tone.<a name="FNanchor_619" id="FNanchor_619"></a><a href="#Footnote_619" class="fnanchor">[619]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aye! there he is at it. Poor Scamp! better join<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your friends, or he'll pay you back in your own coin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Very true; let us go, then, before they can come,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or else we'll be kept here an hour at their levee,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On the rack of cross questions, by all the blue bevy.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Hark! Zounds, they'll be on us; I know by the drone<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of old Botherby's spouting ex-cathedrâ tone.<a id="FNanchor_619"></a><a href="#Footnote_619" class="fnanchor">[619]</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Aye! there he is at it. Poor Scamp! better join<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your friends, or he'll pay you back in your own coin.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. All fair; 'tis but lecture for lecture.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. All fair; 'tis but lecture for lecture.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>That's clear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for God's sake let's go, or the Bore will be here.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, come: nay, I'm off.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Inkel</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s30"> </span>That's clear.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But for God's sake let's go, or the Bore will be here.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Come, come: nay, I'm off.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Inkel</span>.</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>You are right, and I'll follow;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_580" id="Page_580">[580]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis high time for a "<i>Sic me servavit Apollo</i>."<a name="FNanchor_620" id="FNanchor_620"></a><a href="#Footnote_620" class="fnanchor">[620]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet we shall have the whole crew on our kibes,<a name="FNanchor_621" id="FNanchor_621"></a><a href="#Footnote_621" class="fnanchor">[621]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blues, dandies, and dowagers, and second-hand scribes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All flocking to moisten their exquisite throttles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a glass of Madeira<a name="FNanchor_622" id="FNanchor_622"></a><a href="#Footnote_622" class="fnanchor">[622]</a> at Lady Bluebottle's.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Tracy</span>.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s21"> </span>You are right, and I'll follow;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_580">[580]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis high time for a "<i>Sic me servavit Apollo</i>."<a id="FNanchor_620"></a><a href="#Footnote_620" class="fnanchor">[620]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And yet we shall have the whole crew on our kibes,<a id="FNanchor_621"></a><a href="#Footnote_621" class="fnanchor">[621]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Blues, dandies, and dowagers, and second-hand scribes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">All flocking to moisten their exquisite throttles<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With a glass of Madeira<a id="FNanchor_622"></a><a href="#Footnote_622" class="fnanchor">[622]</a> at Lady Bluebottle's.<span class="linenum">160</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Tracy</span>.</span><br ></span> </div></div> <h3>ECLOGUE THE SECOND.</h3> @@ -29508,31 +29455,31 @@ profitless and ill-omened <i>Liberal</i>. <p class="sdir"><span class="smcap">Sir Richard Bluebottle</span> <i>solus</i>.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Was there ever a man who was married so sorry?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a fool, I must needs do the thing in a hurry.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life is reversed, and my quiet destroyed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My days, which once passed in so gentle a void,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must now, every hour of the twelve, be employed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The twelve, do I say?—of the whole twenty-four,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is there one which I dare call my own any more?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What with driving and visiting, dancing and dining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What with learning, and teaching, and scribbling, and shining,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_581" id="Page_581">[581]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In science and art, I'll be cursed if I know<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Myself from my wife; for although we are two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet she somehow contrives that all things shall be done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a style which proclaims us eternally one.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the thing of all things which distresses me more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the bills of the week (though they trouble me sore)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the numerous, humorous, backbiting crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of scribblers, wits, lecturers, white, black, and blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who are brought to my house as an inn, to my cost—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the bill here, it seems, is defrayed by the host—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No pleasure! no leisure! no thought for my pains,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to hear a vile jargon which addles my brains;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A smatter and chatter, gleaned out of reviews,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the rag, tag, and bobtail, of those they call "<span class="smcap">Blues</span>;"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rabble who know not——But soft, here they come!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would to God I were deaf! as I'm not, I'll be dumb.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was there ever a man who was married so sorry?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Like a fool, I must needs do the thing in a hurry.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My life is reversed, and my quiet destroyed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">My days, which once passed in so gentle a void,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Must now, every hour of the twelve, be employed;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The twelve, do I say?—of the whole twenty-four,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is there one which I dare call my own any more?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What with driving and visiting, dancing and dining,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What with learning, and teaching, and scribbling, and shining,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_581">[581]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">In science and art, I'll be cursed if I know<span class="linenum">10</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Myself from my wife; for although we are two,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yet she somehow contrives that all things shall be done<br ></span> +<span class="i0">In a style which proclaims us eternally one.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the thing of all things which distresses me more<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Than the bills of the week (though they trouble me sore)<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is the numerous, humorous, backbiting crew<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of scribblers, wits, lecturers, white, black, and blue,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Who are brought to my house as an inn, to my cost—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the bill here, it seems, is defrayed by the host—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">No pleasure! no leisure! no thought for my pains,<span class="linenum">20</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">But to hear a vile jargon which addles my brains;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A smatter and chatter, gleaned out of reviews,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">By the rag, tag, and bobtail, of those they call "<span class="smcap">Blues</span>;"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A rabble who know not——But soft, here they come!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Would to God I were deaf! as I'm not, I'll be dumb.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="sdir"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Bluebottle</span>, @@ -29542,307 +29489,307 @@ profitless and ill-omened <i>Liberal</i>. etc., etc.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! Sir Richard, good morning: I've brought you some friends.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! Sir Richard, good morning: I've brought you some friends.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>. (<i>bows, and afterwards aside</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If friends, they're the first.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>. (<i>bows, and afterwards aside</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">If friends, they're the first.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>But the luncheon attends.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray ye be seated, "<i>sans cérémonie</i>."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mr. Scamp, you're fatigued; take your chair there, next me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>They all sit.</i></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>But the luncheon attends.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I pray ye be seated, "<i>sans cérémonie</i>."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Mr. Scamp, you're fatigued; take your chair there, next me.<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>They all sit.</i></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>. (<i>aside</i>). If he does, his fatigue is to come.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>. (<i>aside</i>). If he does, his fatigue is to come.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Mr. Tracy—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lady Bluemount—Miss Lilac—be pleased, pray, to place ye;<span class="linenum">31</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you, Mr. Botherby—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>Mr. Tracy—<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lady Bluemount—Miss Lilac—be pleased, pray, to place ye;<span class="linenum">31</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you, Mr. Botherby—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Oh, my dear Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I obey.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Oh, my dear Lady,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I obey.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Mr. Inkel, I ought to upbraid ye:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You were not at the lecture.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_582" id="Page_582">[582]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Mr. Inkel, I ought to upbraid ye:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You were not at the lecture.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_582">[582]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Excuse me, I was;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the heat forced me out in the best part—alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>Excuse me, I was;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But the heat forced me out in the best part—alas!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And when—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. To be sure it was broiling; but then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have lost such a lecture!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. To be sure it was broiling; but then<br ></span> +<span class="i0">You have lost such a lecture!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>The best of the ten.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>The best of the ten.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. How can you know that? there are two more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. How can you know that? there are two more.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>Because<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I defy him to beat this day's wondrous applause.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very walls shook.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s38"> </span>Because<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I defy him to beat this day's wondrous applause.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The very walls shook.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Oh, if that be the test,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I allow our friend Scamp has this day done his best.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Miss Lilac, permit me to help you;—a wing?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>Oh, if that be the test,<span class="linenum">40</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I allow our friend Scamp has this day done his best.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Miss Lilac, permit me to help you;—a wing?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>. No more, sir, I thank you. Who lectures next spring?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>. No more, sir, I thank you. Who lectures next spring?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Dick Dunder.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Dick Dunder.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>That is, if he lives.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>That is, if he lives.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>And why not?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>.<span class="s31"> </span>And why not?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. No reason whatever, save that he's a sot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lady Bluemount! a glass of Madeira?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. No reason whatever, save that he's a sot.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Lady Bluemount! a glass of Madeira?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>With pleasure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>With pleasure.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. How does your friend Wordswords, that Windermere treasure?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Does he stick to his lakes, like the leeches he sings,<a name="FNanchor_623" id="FNanchor_623"></a><a href="#Footnote_623" class="fnanchor">[623]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their gatherers, as Homer sung warriors and kings?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. How does your friend Wordswords, that Windermere treasure?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Does he stick to his lakes, like the leeches he sings,<a id="FNanchor_623"></a><a href="#Footnote_623" class="fnanchor">[623]</a><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And their gatherers, as Homer sung warriors and kings?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. He has just got a place.<a name="FNanchor_624" id="FNanchor_624"></a><a href="#Footnote_624" class="fnanchor">[624]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. He has just got a place.<a id="FNanchor_624"></a><a href="#Footnote_624" class="fnanchor">[624]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>As a footman?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>As a footman?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>For shame!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor profane with your sneers so poetic a name.<span class="linenum">51</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>For shame!<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Nor profane with your sneers so poetic a name.<span class="linenum">51</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Nay, I meant him no evil, but pitied his master;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the poet of pedlers 'twere, sure, no disaster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wear a new livery; the more, as 'tis not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first time he has turned both his creed and his coat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Nay, I meant him no evil, but pitied his master;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the poet of pedlers 'twere, sure, no disaster<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To wear a new livery; the more, as 'tis not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The first time he has turned both his creed and his coat.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. For shame! I repeat. If Sir George could but hear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_583" id="Page_583">[583]</a></span>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. For shame! I repeat. If Sir George could but hear<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_583">[583]</a></span>—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Never mind our friend Inkel; we all know, my dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis his way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Never mind our friend Inkel; we all know, my dear,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis his way.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>But this place——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>.<span class="s4"> </span>But this place——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Is perhaps like friend Scamp's,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lecturer's.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>Is perhaps like friend Scamp's,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A lecturer's.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Excuse me—'tis one in the "Stamps:"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is made a collector.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Excuse me—'tis one in the "Stamps:"<br ></span> +<span class="i0">He is made a collector.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Collector!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>Collector!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>How?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>.<span class="s23"> </span>How?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>What?<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>.<span class="s28"> </span>What?<span class="linenum">60</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I shall think of him oft when I buy a new hat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There his works will appear——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I shall think of him oft when I buy a new hat:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">There his works will appear——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Sir, they reach to the Ganges.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>Sir, they reach to the Ganges.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I sha'n't go so far—I can have them at Grange's.<a name="FNanchor_625" id="FNanchor_625"></a><a href="#Footnote_625" class="fnanchor">[625]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. I sha'n't go so far—I can have them at Grange's.<a id="FNanchor_625"></a><a href="#Footnote_625" class="fnanchor">[625]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Oh fie!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Oh fie!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>And for shame!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Miss Lil</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>And for shame!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>You're too bad.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s22"> </span>You're too bad.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s43"> </span>Very good!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s43"> </span>Very good!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. How good?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. How good?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>He means nought—'tis his phrase.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>He means nought—'tis his phrase.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>He grows rude.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s32"> </span>He grows rude.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. He means nothing; nay, ask him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. He means nothing; nay, ask him.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Pray, Sir! did you mean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What you say?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>.<span class="s26"> </span>Pray, Sir! did you mean<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What you say?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Never mind if he did; 'twill be seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That whatever he means won't alloy what he says.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Never mind if he did; 'twill be seen<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That whatever he means won't alloy what he says.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Sir!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Sir!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>Pray be content with your portion of praise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas in your defence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s6"> </span>Pray be content with your portion of praise;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas in your defence.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>If you please, with submission<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can make out my own.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>If you please, with submission<span class="linenum">70</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I can make out my own.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>It would be your perdition.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While you live, my dear Botherby, never defend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yourself or your works; but leave both to a friend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Apropos—Is your play then accepted at last?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s17"> </span>It would be your perdition.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">While you live, my dear Botherby, never defend<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Yourself or your works; but leave both to a friend.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Apropos—Is your play then accepted at last?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. At last?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_584" id="Page_584">[584]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. At last?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_584">[584]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Why I thought—that's to say—there had passed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A few green-room whispers, which hinted,—you know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the taste of the actors at best is so so.<a name="FNanchor_626" id="FNanchor_626"></a><a href="#Footnote_626" class="fnanchor">[626]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s8"> </span>Why I thought—that's to say—there had passed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">A few green-room whispers, which hinted,—you know<br ></span> +<span class="i0">That the taste of the actors at best is so so.<a id="FNanchor_626"></a><a href="#Footnote_626" class="fnanchor">[626]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Sir, the green-room's in rapture, and so's the Committee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Sir, the green-room's in rapture, and so's the Committee.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Aye—yours are the plays for exciting our "pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fear," as the Greek says: for "purging the mind,"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I doubt if you'll leave us an equal behind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Aye—yours are the plays for exciting our "pity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And fear," as the Greek says: for "purging the mind,"<span class="linenum">80</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I doubt if you'll leave us an equal behind.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. I have written the prologue, and meant to have prayed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a spice of your wit in an epilogue's aid.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. I have written the prologue, and meant to have prayed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For a spice of your wit in an epilogue's aid.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Well, time enough yet, when the play's to be played.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it cast yet?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Well, time enough yet, when the play's to be played.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is it cast yet?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>The actors are fighting for parts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As is usual in that most litigious of arts.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s9"> </span>The actors are fighting for parts,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">As is usual in that most litigious of arts.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. We'll all make a party, and go the <i>first</i> night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. We'll all make a party, and go the <i>first</i> night.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And you promised the epilogue, Inkel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And you promised the epilogue, Inkel.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Not quite.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However, to save my friend Botherby trouble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll do what I can, though my pains must be double.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s35"> </span>Not quite.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">However, to save my friend Botherby trouble,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I'll do what I can, though my pains must be double.<span class="linenum">90</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Why so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Why so?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>To do justice to what goes before.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>To do justice to what goes before.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Sir, I'm happy to say, I've no fears on that score.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your parts, Mr. Inkel, are——<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. Sir, I'm happy to say, I've no fears on that score.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Your parts, Mr. Inkel, are——<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Never mind <i>mine</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stick to those of your play, which is quite your own line.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>Never mind <i>mine</i>;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Stick to those of your play, which is quite your own line.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. You're a fugitive writer, I think, sir, of rhymes?<a name="FNanchor_627" id="FNanchor_627"></a><a href="#Footnote_627" class="fnanchor">[627]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. You're a fugitive writer, I think, sir, of rhymes?<a id="FNanchor_627"></a><a href="#Footnote_627" class="fnanchor">[627]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Yes, ma'am; and a fugitive reader sometimes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Wordswords, for instance, I seldom alight,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_585" id="Page_585">[585]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or on Mouthey, his friend, without taking to flight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Yes, ma'am; and a fugitive reader sometimes.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">On Wordswords, for instance, I seldom alight,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_585">[585]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Or on Mouthey, his friend, without taking to flight.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Sir, your taste is too common; but time and posterity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will right these great men, and this age's severity<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Become its reproach.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Sir, your taste is too common; but time and posterity<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Will right these great men, and this age's severity<span class="linenum">100</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">Become its reproach.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>I've no sort of objection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I'm not of the party to take the infection.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s15"> </span>I've no sort of objection,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">So I'm not of the party to take the infection.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Perhaps you have doubts that they ever will <i>take</i>?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Perhaps you have doubts that they ever will <i>take</i>?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Not at all; on the contrary, those of the lake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have taken already, and still will continue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take—what they can, from a groat to a guinea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of pension or place;—but the subject's a bore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Not at all; on the contrary, those of the lake<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Have taken already, and still will continue<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To take—what they can, from a groat to a guinea,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of pension or place;—but the subject's a bore.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Well, sir, the time's coming.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Well, sir, the time's coming.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Scamp! don't you feel sore?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What say you to this?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s29"> </span>Scamp! don't you feel sore?<br ></span> +<span class="i0">What say you to this?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>They have merit, I own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though their system's absurdity keeps it unknown,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>They have merit, I own;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Though their system's absurdity keeps it unknown,<span class="linenum">110</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Then why not unearth it in one of your lectures?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Then why not unearth it in one of your lectures?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>. It is only time past which comes under my strictures.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>. It is only time past which comes under my strictures.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Come, a truce with all tartness;—the joy of my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is to see Nature's triumph o'er all that is art.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wild Nature!—Grand Shakespeare!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Come, a truce with all tartness;—the joy of my heart<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is to see Nature's triumph o'er all that is art.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Wild Nature!—Grand Shakespeare!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>And down Aristotle!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s25"> </span>And down Aristotle!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Sir George<a name="FNanchor_628" id="FNanchor_628"></a><a href="#Footnote_628" class="fnanchor">[628]</a> thinks exactly with Lady Bluebottle:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my Lord Seventy-four,<a name="FNanchor_629" id="FNanchor_629"></a><a href="#Footnote_629" class="fnanchor">[629]</a> who protects our dear Bard,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_586" id="Page_586">[586]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who gave him his place, has the greatest regard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the poet, who, singing of pedlers and asses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has found out the way to dispense with Parnassus.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Bluem</i>. Sir George<a id="FNanchor_628"></a><a href="#Footnote_628" class="fnanchor">[628]</a> thinks exactly with Lady Bluebottle:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And my Lord Seventy-four,<a id="FNanchor_629"></a><a href="#Footnote_629" class="fnanchor">[629]</a> who protects our dear Bard,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_586">[586]</a></span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And who gave him his place, has the greatest regard<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the poet, who, singing of pedlers and asses,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Has found out the way to dispense with Parnassus.<span class="linenum">120</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And you, Scamp!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And you, Scamp!—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>I needs must confess I'm embarrassed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>.<span class="s16"> </span>I needs must confess I'm embarrassed.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Don't call upon Scamp, who's already so harassed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With old <i>schools</i>, and new <i>schools</i>, and no <i>schools</i>, and all <i>schools</i><a name="FNanchor_630" id="FNanchor_630"></a><a href="#Footnote_630" class="fnanchor">[630]</a>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Don't call upon Scamp, who's already so harassed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">With old <i>schools</i>, and new <i>schools</i>, and no <i>schools</i>, and all <i>schools</i><a id="FNanchor_630"></a><a href="#Footnote_630" class="fnanchor">[630]</a>.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Well, one thing is certain, that <i>some</i> must be fools.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should like to know who.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. Well, one thing is certain, that <i>some</i> must be fools.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I should like to know who.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>And I should not be sorry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To know who are <i>not</i>:—it would save us some worry.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s19"> </span>And I should not be sorry<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To know who are <i>not</i>:—it would save us some worry.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. A truce with remark, and let nothing control<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This "feast of our reason, and flow of the soul."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! my dear Mr. Botherby! sympathise!—I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now feel such a rapture, I'm ready to fly,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel so elastic—"<i>so buoyant—so buoyant!</i>"<a name="FNanchor_631" id="FNanchor_631"></a><a href="#Footnote_631" class="fnanchor">[631]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. A truce with remark, and let nothing control<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This "feast of our reason, and flow of the soul."<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! my dear Mr. Botherby! sympathise!—I<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Now feel such a rapture, I'm ready to fly,<span class="linenum">130</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">I feel so elastic—"<i>so buoyant—so buoyant!</i>"<a id="FNanchor_631"></a><a href="#Footnote_631" class="fnanchor">[631]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Tracy! open the window.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Tracy! open the window.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>I wish her much joy on't.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>I wish her much joy on't.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. For God's sake, my Lady Bluebottle, check not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This gentle emotion, so seldom our lot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon earth. Give it way: 'tis an impulse which lifts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our spirits from earth—the sublimest of gifts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For which poor Prometheus was chained to his mountain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis the source of all sentiment—feeling's true fountain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis the Vision of Heaven upon Earth: 'tis the gas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the soul: 'tis the seizing of shades as they pass,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And making them substance: 'tis something divine:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. For God's sake, my Lady Bluebottle, check not<br ></span> +<span class="i0">This gentle emotion, so seldom our lot<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Upon earth. Give it way: 'tis an impulse which lifts<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Our spirits from earth—the sublimest of gifts;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For which poor Prometheus was chained to his mountain:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis the source of all sentiment—feeling's true fountain;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis the Vision of Heaven upon Earth: 'tis the gas<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Of the soul: 'tis the seizing of shades as they pass,<span class="linenum">140</span><br ></span> +<span class="i0">And making them substance: 'tis something divine:—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Shall I help you, my friend, to a little more wine?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Shall I help you, my friend, to a little more wine?<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. I thank you: not any more, sir, till I dine.<a name="FNanchor_632" id="FNanchor_632"></a><a href="#Footnote_632" class="fnanchor">[632]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>. I thank you: not any more, sir, till I dine.<a id="FNanchor_632"></a><a href="#Footnote_632" class="fnanchor">[632]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Apropos—Do you dine with Sir Humphry to day?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_587" id="Page_587">[587]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Apropos—Do you dine with Sir Humphry to day?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_587">[587]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I should think with <i>Duke</i> Humphry<a name="FNanchor_633" id="FNanchor_633"></a><a href="#Footnote_633" class="fnanchor">[633]</a> was more in your way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. I should think with <i>Duke</i> Humphry<a id="FNanchor_633"></a><a href="#Footnote_633" class="fnanchor">[633]</a> was more in your way.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. It might be of yore; but we authors now look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Knight, as a landlord, much more than the Duke.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The truth is, each writer now quite at his ease is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And (except with his publisher) dines where he pleases.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But 'tis now nearly five, and I must to the Park.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. It might be of yore; but we authors now look<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To the Knight, as a landlord, much more than the Duke.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The truth is, each writer now quite at his ease is,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And (except with his publisher) dines where he pleases.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But 'tis now nearly five, and I must to the Park.<span class="linenum">150</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And I'll take a turn with you there till 'tis dark.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you, Scamp—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And I'll take a turn with you there till 'tis dark.<br ></span> +<span class="i0">And you, Scamp—<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Excuse me! I must to my notes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my lecture next week.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Scamp</i>.<span class="s10"> </span>Excuse me! I must to my notes,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For my lecture next week.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>He must mind whom he quotes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of "Elegant Extracts."<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s18"> </span>He must mind whom he quotes<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Out of "Elegant Extracts."<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Well, now we break up;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But remember Miss Diddle<a name="FNanchor_634" id="FNanchor_634"></a><a href="#Footnote_634" class="fnanchor">[634]</a> invites us to sup.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>.<span class="s13"> </span>Well, now we break up;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">But remember Miss Diddle<a id="FNanchor_634"></a><a href="#Footnote_634" class="fnanchor">[634]</a> invites us to sup.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Then at two hours past midnight we all meet again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the sciences, sandwiches, hock, and champagne!<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. Then at two hours past midnight we all meet again,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For the sciences, sandwiches, hock, and champagne!<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And the sweet lobster salad!<a name="FNanchor_635" id="FNanchor_635"></a><a href="#Footnote_635" class="fnanchor">[635]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Tra</i>. And the sweet lobster salad!<a id="FNanchor_635"></a><a href="#Footnote_635" class="fnanchor">[635]</a><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>I honour that meal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For 'tis then that our feelings most genuinely—feel.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_588" id="Page_588">[588]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Both</i>.<span class="s27"> </span>I honour that meal;<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For 'tis then that our feelings most genuinely—feel.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_588">[588]</a></span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. True; feeling is truest <i>then</i>, far beyond question:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish to the gods 'twas the same with digestion!<span class="linenum">161</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>. True; feeling is truest <i>then</i>, far beyond question:<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I wish to the gods 'twas the same with digestion!<span class="linenum">161</span><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Pshaw!—never mind that; for one moment of feeling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is worth—God knows what.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lady Blueb</i>. Pshaw!—never mind that; for one moment of feeling<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Is worth—God knows what.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>'Tis at least worth concealing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For itself, or what follows—But here comes your carriage.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ink</i>.<span class="s20"> </span>'Tis at least worth concealing<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For itself, or what follows—But here comes your carriage.<br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>. (<i>aside</i>).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish all these people were d——d with <i>my</i> marriage!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sir Rich</i>. (<i>aside</i>).<br ></span> +<span class="i0">I wish all these people were d——d with <i>my</i> marriage!<br ></span> +<span class="i0"><span class="ilsd">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br ></span> </div></div> <div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_609" id="Footnote_609"></a><a href="#FNanchor_609"> +<p><a id="Footnote_609"></a><a href="#FNanchor_609"> <span class="label">[609]</span></a> <a id="Note_573"></a>{573}[Benjamin Stillingfleet is said to have attended evening parties at Mrs. Montague's in grey or blue worsted stockings, in lieu of full dress. The ladies who excused and tolerated this defiance @@ -29855,31 +29802,31 @@ Bab Blue, is a pretender to poetry, chemistry, etc."—Genest's <i>Hist. of the Stage</i>, 1832, viii. 270.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_610" id="Footnote_610"></a><a href="#FNanchor_610"> +<p><a id="Footnote_610"></a><a href="#FNanchor_610"> <span class="label">[610]</span></a> <a id="Note_574"></a>{574}[Compare the dialogue between Mr. Paperstamp, Mr. Feathernest, Mr. Vamp, etc., in Peacock's <i>Melincourt</i>, cap. xxxii., <i>Works</i>, 1875, i. 272.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_611" id="Footnote_611"></a><a href="#FNanchor_611"> +<p><a id="Footnote_611"></a><a href="#FNanchor_611"> <span class="label">[611]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The last edition see by Long. and Co.,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rees, Hurst, and Orme, our fathers of the Row."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The last edition see by Long. and Co.,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Rees, Hurst, and Orme, our fathers of the Row."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>The Search after Happiness</i>, by Sir Walter Scott.] </p> </div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_612" id="Footnote_612"></a><a href="#FNanchor_612"> +<p><a id="Footnote_612"></a><a href="#FNanchor_612"> <span class="label">[612]</span></a> [This phrase is said to have been first used in the <i>Edinburgh Review</i>—probably by Jeffrey. (See review of <i>Rogers's Human Life</i>, 1818, <i>Edin. Rev.</i>, vol. 31, p. 325.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_613" id="Footnote_613"></a><a href="#FNanchor_613"> +<p><a id="Footnote_613"></a><a href="#FNanchor_613"> <span class="label">[613]</span></a> <a id="Note_575"></a>{575}[It is possible that the description of Hazlitt's Lectures of 1818 is coloured by recollections of Coleridge's Lectures of 1811-1812, which Byron attended (see letter to Harness, December 6, @@ -29889,14 +29836,14 @@ English Poets, delivered at the Surrey Institution</i> (<i>Quarterly Review</i>, December, 1818, vol. xix. pp. 424-434.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_614" id="Footnote_614"></a><a href="#FNanchor_614"> +<p><a id="Footnote_614"></a><a href="#FNanchor_614"> <span class="label">[614]</span></a> <a id="Note_576"></a>{576}["Yesterday, a very pretty letter from Annabella.... She is ... very little spoiled, which is strange in an heiress.... She is a poetess—a mathematician—a metaphysician."—<i>Journal</i>, November 30, 1813, <i>Letters</i>, 1898, ii. 357]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_615" id="Footnote_615"></a><a href="#FNanchor_615"> +<p><a id="Footnote_615"></a><a href="#FNanchor_615"> <span class="label">[615]</span></a> <a id="Note_578"></a>{578}[The term "renegade" was applied to Southey by William Smith, M.P., in the House of Commons, March 14, 1817 (<i>vide ante</i>, <a href="#Page_482">p. 482</a>). Sotheby's plays, <i>Ivan</i>, <i>The Death of Darnley</i>, @@ -29904,11 +29851,11 @@ William Smith, M.P., in the House of Commons, March 14, 1817 in 1814.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_616" id="Footnote_616"></a><a href="#FNanchor_616"> +<p><a id="Footnote_616"></a><a href="#FNanchor_616"> <span class="label">[616]</span></a> [Compare— </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I've bribed my Grandmother's Review the British."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I've bribed my Grandmother's Review the British."<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="attrib"><i>Don Juan</i>, Canto I. stanza ccix. line 9. </p><p> @@ -29919,7 +29866,7 @@ Review</i>, January, 1818, or to a more recent and, naturally, most hostile notice of <i>Don Juan</i> (No. xviii. 1819).]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_617" id="Footnote_617"></a><a href="#FNanchor_617"> +<p><a id="Footnote_617"></a><a href="#FNanchor_617"> <span class="label">[617]</span></a> [<i>The Journal de Trévoux</i>, published under the title of <i>Mémoires de Trévoux</i> (1701-1775, 265 vols. 12°), edited by members of the Society of Jesus, was an imitation of the <i>Journal des Savants</i>. The @@ -29934,19 +29881,19 @@ The use of the same illustration in letter and poem is curious and noteworthy.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_618" id="Footnote_618"></a><a href="#FNanchor_618"> +<p><a id="Footnote_618"></a><a href="#FNanchor_618"> <span class="label">[618]</span></a> <a id="Note_579"></a>{579}[The publication of the <i>British Review</i> was discontinued in 1825.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_619" id="Footnote_619"></a><a href="#FNanchor_619"> +<p><a id="Footnote_619"></a><a href="#FNanchor_619"> <span class="label">[619]</span></a> [For "Botherby," <i>vide ante</i>, <i>Beppo</i>, stanza lxxii. line 7, <a href="#Footnote_229">p. 182, note 1</a>; and with the "ex-cathedrâ tone" compare "that awful note of woe," <i>Vision of Judgment</i>, stanza xc. line 4, <i>ante</i>, <a href="#Page_518">p. 518</a>.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_620" id="Footnote_620"></a><a href="#FNanchor_620"> +<p><a id="Footnote_620"></a><a href="#FNanchor_620"> <span class="label">[620]</span></a> <a id="Note_580"></a>{580}["Sotheby is a good man, rhymes well (if not wisely), but is a bore. He seizes you by the button. One night of a rout at Mrs. Hope's, he had fastened upon me (something about Agamemnon, or Orestes, @@ -29962,39 +29909,39 @@ it is all over with you.' Sotheby then went way. '<i>Sic me servavit Apollo</i>.'"—<i>Detached Thoughts</i>, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 433.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_621" id="Footnote_621"></a><a href="#FNanchor_621"> +<p><a id="Footnote_621"></a><a href="#FNanchor_621"> <span class="label">[621]</span></a> [For Byron's misapprehension concerning "kibes," see <i>Childe Harold</i>, Canto I. stanza lxvii. line 5, <i>Poetical Works</i>, 1899, ii. 64, note 3.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_622" id="Footnote_622"></a><a href="#FNanchor_622"> +<p><a id="Footnote_622"></a><a href="#FNanchor_622"> <span class="label">[622]</span></a> ["Where can the animals who write this trash have been bred, to fancy that ladies drink bumpers of Madeira at luncheon?"—<i>Literary Register</i>, May 3, 1823.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_623" id="Footnote_623"></a><a href="#FNanchor_623"> +<p><a id="Footnote_623"></a><a href="#FNanchor_623"> <span class="label">[623]</span></a> <a id="Note_582"></a>{582}[Wordsworth's <i>Resolution and Independence</i>, originally entitled <i>The Leech-gatherer</i>, was written in 1802, and published in 1807.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_624" id="Footnote_624"></a><a href="#FNanchor_624"> +<p><a id="Footnote_624"></a><a href="#FNanchor_624"> <span class="label">[624]</span></a> [Wordsworth was appointed Distributor of Stamps for the County of Westmoreland, in March, 1813. Lord Lonsdale and Sir George Beaumont were "suretys for the due execution of the trust."—<i>Life of William Wordsworth</i>, by William Knight, 1889, ii. 210.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_625" id="Footnote_625"></a><a href="#FNanchor_625"> +<p><a id="Footnote_625"></a><a href="#FNanchor_625"> <span class="label">[625]</span></a><a id="Note_583"></a>{583} Grange is or was a famous pastry-cook and fruiterer in Piccadilly. ["Grange's" (James Grange, confectioner, No. 178, Piccadilly, see Kent's London Directory of 1820), moved farther west some fifteen years ago.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_626" id="Footnote_626"></a><a href="#FNanchor_626"> +<p><a id="Footnote_626"></a><a href="#FNanchor_626"> <span class="label">[626]</span></a> <a id="Note_584"></a>{584}["When I belonged to the Drury Lane Committee ... the number of plays upon the shelves were about <i>five</i> hundred.... Mr. Sotheby obligingly offered us <span class="smcap">all</span> his tragedies, and I pledged myself; @@ -30005,12 +29952,12 @@ warmth on that of the author, Sotheby withdrew his play."—<i>Detached Thoughts</i>, 1821, <i>Letters</i>, 1901, v. 442.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_627" id="Footnote_627"></a><a href="#FNanchor_627"> +<p><a id="Footnote_627"></a><a href="#FNanchor_627"> <span class="label">[627]</span></a> [<i>Fugitive Pieces</i> is the title of the suppressed quarto edition of Byron's juvenile poems.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_628" id="Footnote_628"></a><a href="#FNanchor_628"> +<p><a id="Footnote_628"></a><a href="#FNanchor_628"> <span class="label">[628]</span></a> <a id="Note_585"></a>{585}[Sir George Beaumont, Bart., of Coleorton, Leicestershire (1753-1827), landscape-painter, art critic, and picture-collector, one of the founders of the National Gallery, married, @@ -30027,29 +29974,29 @@ gentle in society.... He was the great friend of Wordsworth, and understood his poetry."]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_629" id="Footnote_629"></a><a href="#FNanchor_629"> +<p><a id="Footnote_629"></a><a href="#FNanchor_629"> <span class="label">[629]</span></a> [It was not Wordsworth's patron, William Lord Lonsdale, but his kinsman James, the first earl, who, towards the close of the American war, offered to build and man a ship of seventy-four guns.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_630" id="Footnote_630"></a><a href="#FNanchor_630"> +<p><a id="Footnote_630"></a><a href="#FNanchor_630"> <span class="label">[630]</span></a> <a id="Note_586"></a>{586}[For this harping on "schools" of poetry, see Hazlitt's Lectures "On the Living Poets" <i>Lectures on the English Poets</i> (No. viii.), 1818, p. 318.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_631" id="Footnote_631"></a><a href="#FNanchor_631"> +<p><a id="Footnote_631"></a><a href="#FNanchor_631"> <span class="label">[631]</span></a> Fact from life, with the <i>words</i>.</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_632" id="Footnote_632"></a><a href="#FNanchor_632"> +<p><a id="Footnote_632"></a><a href="#FNanchor_632"> <span class="label">[632]</span></a> [Sir Humphry Davy (1778-1829), President of the Royal Society, received the honour of knighthood April 8, 1812. He was created a baronet January 18, 1819.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_633" id="Footnote_633"></a><a href="#FNanchor_633"> +<p><a id="Footnote_633"></a><a href="#FNanchor_633"> <span class="label">[633]</span></a> <a id="Note_587"></a>{587}[Compare "We have been for many years at a great distance from each other; we are now separated. You have combined arsenic with your gold, Sir Humphry! You are brittle, and I will rather @@ -30057,7 +30004,7 @@ dine with Duke Humphry than with you."—<i>Anima Poetæ</i>, by S. T. Coleridge, 1895, p. 218.]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_634" id="Footnote_634"></a><a href="#FNanchor_634"> +<p><a id="Footnote_634"></a><a href="#FNanchor_634"> <span class="label">[634]</span></a> ["Lydia White," writes Lady Morgan (<i>Memoirs</i>, 1862, ii. 236), "was a personage of much social celebrity in her day. She was an Irish lady of large fortune and considerable talent, noted for her @@ -30073,13 +30020,13 @@ feeling and kind heart. Poor Lydia! I saw the Duke of York and her in London, when Death, it seems, was brandishing his dart over them. </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'The view o't gave them little fright.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'The view o't gave them little fright.'"<br ></span> </div></div> <p> (<i>Memoirs of the Life, etc.</i>, 1838, iv. 110.)]</p></div> <div class="footnote"> -<p><a name="Footnote_635" id="Footnote_635"></a><a href="#FNanchor_635"> +<p><a id="Footnote_635"></a><a href="#FNanchor_635"> <span class="label">[635]</span></a> [Moore, following the example of Pope, who thought his "delicious lobster-nights" worth commemorating, gives details of a supper at Watier's, May 19, 1814, at which Kean was present, when Byron @@ -30090,385 +30037,6 @@ his own share," etc.—an Ambrosian night, indeed!—<i>Life</i>, p. 254 <p class="center">END OF VOL. 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