[hi] {231} _His heart replying knew that sound too well_.--[MS.] _And the hoped vengeance for a Sire so dear_ _As him who died on Jena--whom so well_ _His filial heart had mourned through many a year_ _Roused him to valiant fury nought could quell_.--[MS. erased.] [hj] ----_tremors of distress_.--[MS.] [hk] ----_which did press_ _Like death upon young hearts_----.--[MS.] [hl] _Oh that on night so soft, such heavy morn should rise_.--[MS.] [hm] {232} _And wakening citizens with terror dumb_ _Or whispering with pale lips--"The foe--They come, they come."_--[MS.] _Or whispering with pale lips--"The Desolation's come."_--[MS. erased.] [hn] _And Soignies waves above them_----.--[MS.] _And Ardennes_----.--[C.] [292] {233} [_Vide ante, English Bards, etc._, line 726, note: _Poetical Works_, 1898, i. 354.] [ho] _But chiefly_----.--[MS.] [293] {234} [The Hon. Frederick Howard (1785-1815), third son of Frederick, fifth Earl of Carlisle, fell late in the evening of the 18th of June, in a final charge of the left square of the French Guard, in which Vivian brought up Howard's hussars against the French. Neither French infantry nor cavalry gave way, and as the Hanoverians fired but did not charge, a desperate combat ensued, in which Howard fell and many of the 10th were killed.--_Waterloo: The Downfall of the First Napoleon_, G. Hooper, 1861, p. 236. Southey, who had visited the field of Waterloo, September, 1815, in his _Poet's Pilgrimage_ (iii. 49), dedicates a pedestrian stanza to his memory-- "Here from the heaps who strewed the fatal plain Was Howard's corse by faithful hands conveyed; And not to be confounded with the slain, Here in a grave apart with reverence laid, Till hence his honoured relics o'er the seas Were borne to England, where they rest in peace."] [294] [Autumn had been beforehand with spring in the work of renovation. "Yet Nature everywhere resumed her course; Low pansies to the sun their purple gave, And the soft poppy blossomed on the grave." _Poet's Pilgrimage_, iii. 36. But the contrast between the continuous action of nature and the doom of the unreturning dead, which does not greatly concern Southey, fills Byron with a fierce desire to sum the price of victory. He flings in the face of the vain-glorious mourners the bitter reality of their abiding loss. It was this prophetic note, "the voice of one crying in the wilderness," which sounded in and through Byron's rhetoric to the men of his own generation.] [hp] {235} _And dead within behold the Spring return_.--[MS. erased.] [hq] {236} _It still is day though clouds keep out the Sun_.--[MS.]