The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. PoetryByron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. Poetry
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
Poetry
'Gibbets on Sherwood will _heighten_ the scenery,
Shewing how commerce, _how_ liberty thrives.'
I wish you could insert it tomorrow for a particular reason; but I feel
much obliged by your inserting it at all. Of course do _not_ put my name
to the thing--believe me,
Your obliged
and very obedient servant,
BYRON.
8, St. James's Street,
_Sunday, March_ 1, 1812."]
[21] [For Byron's maiden speech in the House of Lords, February 27,
1812, see _Letters_, 1898, ii. 424-430.]
[22] [Richard Ryder (1766-1832), second son of the first Baron Harrowby,
was Home Secretary, 1809-12.]
[23] Lord E., on Thursday night, said the riots at Nottingham arose from
a "_mistake_."
TO THE HON^BLE^ M^RS^ GEORGE LAMB.[24]
1.
The sacred song that on mine ear
Yet vibrates from that voice of thine,
I heard, before, from one so dear--
'T is strange it still appears divine.
2.
But, oh! so sweet that _look_ and _tone_
To her and thee alike is given;
It seemed as if for me alone
That _both_ had been recalled from Heaven!
3.
And though I never can redeem
The vision thus endeared to me;
I scarcely can regret my dream,
When realised again by thee.
1812.
[First published in _The Two Duchesses_, by Vere Foster,
1898, p. 374.]
FOOTNOTES:
[24] [Caroline Rosalie Adelaide St. Jules (1786-1862) married, in 1809,
the Hon. George Lamb (see _English Bards, etc_., line 55, _Poetical
Works_, 1898, i. 300, note 1), fourth son of the first Viscount
Melbourne.]
[LA REVANCHE.]
1.
There is no more for me to hope,
There is no more for thee to fear;
And, if I give my Sorrow scope,
That Sorrow thou shalt never hear.
Why did I hold thy love so dear?
Why shed for such a heart one tear?
Let deep and dreary silence be
My only memory of thee!
2.
When all are fled who flatter now,
Save thoughts which will not flatter then;
And thou recall'st the broken vow
To him who must not love again--
Each hour of now forgotten years
Thou, then, shalt number with thy tears;
And every drop of grief shall be
A vain remembrancer of me!
Undated, ?1812.
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,
now for the first time printed.]
TO THOMAS MOORE.
WRITTEN THE EVENING BEFORE HIS VISIT TO MR. LEIGH HUNT
IN HORSEMONGER LANE GAOL, MAY 19, 1813.
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