"This puissant spirit Yet shall reascend, Self-raised, and repossess its native seat!" Scott, in the "tenderest strain" of Virgilian melody-- "I decus, i nostrum, melioribus utere fatis!" NOTE ON MSS. OF THE THIRD CANTO. [The following memorandum, in Byron's handwriting, is prefixed to the Transcription:-- "This copy is to be printed from--subject to comparison with the original MS. (from which this is a transcription) in such parts as it may chance to be difficult to decypher in the following. The notes in this copy are more complete and extended than in the former--and there is also _one stanza more_ inserted and added to this, viz. the 33d. B. Byron. July 10th, 1816. Diodati, near y^e Lake of Geneva." The "original MS." to which the memorandum refers is not forthcoming (_vide ante_, p. 212), but the "scraps" (MS.) are now in Mr. Murray's possession. Stanzas i.-iii., and the lines beginning, "The castled Crag of Drachenfels," are missing. Claire's Transcription (C.) occupies the first 119 pages of a substantial quarto volume. Stanzas xxxiii. and xcix.-cv. and several of the notes are in Byron's handwriting. The same volume contains _Sonnet on Chillon_, in Byron's handwriting; a transcription of the _Prisoners_ (_sic_) _of Chillon_ (so, too, the advertisement in the _Morning Chronicle_, October 29, 1816); _Sonnet_, "Rousseau," etc., in Byron's handwriting, and transcriptions of _Stanzas to_----, "Though the day of my destiny's over;" _Darkness_; _Churchill's Grave_; _The Dream_; _The Incantation_ (_Manfred_, act ii. sc. 1); and _Prometheus_.] CANTO THE THIRD. I. Is thy face like thy mothers, my fair child! ADA! sole daughter of my house and heart?[276] When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted,--not as now we part, But with a hope.-- Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.[gh] II. Once more upon the waters! yet once more![277] And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.[278] Welcome to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead! Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale,[gi] Still must I on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. III.