"Come, charming maid! and hear thy poet sing, Thyself the rose and he the bird of spring: Love bids him sing, and Love will be obey'd. Be gay: too soon the flowers of spring will fade." "The full style and title of the Persian nightingale (_Pycnonotus hæmorrhous_) is 'Bulbul-i-hazár-dástán,' usually shortened to 'Hazar' (bird of a thousand tales = the thousand), generally called 'Andalib.'" (See _Arabian Nights_, by Richard F. Burton, 1887; _Supplemental Nights_, iii. 506.) For the nightingale's attachment to the rose, compare Moore's _Lalla Rookh_-- "Oh! sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale," etc. (Ed. "Chandos Classics," p. 423) and Fitzgerald's translation of the _Rubáiyát_ of Omar Khayyám (stanza vi.)-- "And David's lips are lockt; but in divine High piping Pehlevi, with 'Wine! Wine! Wine! Red Wine!'--the Nightingale cries to the Rose That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine." _Rubáiyát, etc._, 1899, p. 29, and note, p. 62. Byron was indebted for his information to a note on a passage in _Vathek_, by S. Henley (_Vathek_, 1893, p. 217).] [57] {87} The guitar is the constant amusement of the Greek sailor by night; with a steady fair wind, and during a calm, it is accompanied always by the voice, and often by dancing. [ch] {88} _Should wanton in a wilderness_.--[MS.] [ci] The first draft of this celebrated passage differs in many particulars from the Fair Copy, which, with the exception of the passages marked as _vars._ i. (p. 89) and i. (p. 90), is the same as the text. It ran as follows:-- _He who hath bent him o'er the dead_ _Ere the first day of death is fled_-- _The first dark day of Nothingness_ _The last of_ doom _and of distress_-- _Before_ Corruption's _cankering fingers_ _Hath_ tinged the hue _where Beauty lingers_ _And marked_ the soft and settled _air_ That dwells with all but Spirit there _The fixed yet tender_ lines _that speak_ Of Peace along _the placid cheek_ _And--but for that sad shrouded eye_ _That fires not_--pleads _not--weeps not--now--_ _And but for that pale_ chilling _brow_ Whose touch tells of Mortality {-And curdles to the Gazer's heart-} _As if to him it could impart_ _The doom_ he only _looks upon_-- _Yes but for these and these alone_, A moment--yet--a little hour We _still might doubt the Tyrant's power_. The eleven lines following (88-98) were not emended in the Fair Copy, and are included in the text. The Fair Copy is the sole MS. authority for the four concluding lines of the paragraph. [58] [Compare "Beyond Milan the country wore the aspect of a wider devastation; and though everything seemed more quiet, the repose was like that of death spread over features which retain the impression of the last convulsions."--_Mysteries of Udolpho_, by Mrs. Ann Radcliffe, 1794, ii. 29.]