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At length, in spells no longer bound,
I break the fetters of my youth ;
But leave thy realms for those of Truth
Which haunt the unsuspicious soul,
Whose eyes through rays ir mortal roll ;
And all assume a varied hue;
And even woman's smiles are true,
And from thy hall of clouds descend !
To mingling bands of fairy elves;
And friends have feeling for-themselvex!
Repentant, now thy reign is o'er:
No more on fancied pinions soar.
And think that eye to truth was deur;
And melt beneath a wanton's tear!
Far from thy motley court I fly,
And sickly Sensibility ;
For any pangs excepting thine;
To steep in dew thy gaudy shrine.
With cypress crown'd, array'd in weords,
Whose breast for every bosom bleeds ;
To mourn a swain for ever gone,
But bends not now before thy throne.
On all occasions swiftly flow;
With fancied flames and phrensy glow; • It is hardly necessary to add, that Pylades was the companion of Orestes, anà a partner in one of those friendships which, with those of Achilles and Patroclus, Nious and Euryalus, Damon and Pythias, have been handed down to posterity as remarkable instances of attachments, which in all probability never existed beyond the imaginatica of the poet, or the page of an historian, or modern novelist,
Say, will you mourn my absent namo,
A postate from your gentle train ?
From you a sympathetic strain.
The hour of fate is hovering nigh;
Where unlamented you must lie :
Convulsed by gales you cannot weather ;
Alas i must perish altogether.
ANSWER TO SOME ELEGANT VERSES, BENS BY A FRIEND TO THE AUTHOR, COMPLAINING THAT ONE O.
DIS DESCRIPTIONS WAS RATHER TOO WARMLY DRAWN.
"But if any old lady, knight, priest, or physician,
May I venture to give her a smack of my muse ?" -New Bath &uiile.
Oh ! how I hate the nerveless, frigid song,
She whom a conscious grace shall thus refino,
November 20th, 1818
ELEGY ON NEWSTEAD ABBEY.*
It is the voice of years that are gone I they roll before me with all their det ds.
NEWSTEAD! fast-falling, once resplendent dome !
Religion's shrine ! repentant Henry's pride ! +
Whose pensive shades around thy ruins glide.
Than modern mansions in their pillar'd state ;
Scowling defiance on the blasts of fate.
In grim array the crimson cross demand ;$
Their chief's retainers, an immortal band :
Retrace their progress through the lapse of time,
A votive pilgrim in Judea's clime.
His feudal realm in other regions lay ;
Retiring from the garish blaze of day.
The monk abjured a world he ne'er could view ;
Or innocence from stern oppression flew. • As one poem on this subject is already printed, the author had, originally, no inien. tion of inserting this piece. It is now added at the particular request of some friends.
Henry II. founded Newstead soon after the in urder o1 Thomis à Becket.
This word is used by Walter Scott, in his poem, “ The Wild Huntsman;" synony mous with vassal.
$ The red cross was the badge of the crusadert
A monarch bade thee from that wild arise,
Where Sherwood's outlaws once were wont to prowl;
Sought shelter in the priest's protecting cowl.
The Sumid pall of life-extinguish'd clay,
Nor raised their pious voices but to pray.
Soon as the gloaming* spreads her waning shacio,
Or matin orisons to Mary paid.+
Abbots to abbots, in a line, succeed ;
Till royal sacrilege their doom decreed.
And bade the pious inmates rest in peace;
And bids devotion's hallow'd echoes cease.
He drives them exiles from their blest abode,
No friend, no home, no refuge but their God.
Shakes with the martial music's novel din !
High-crested banners wave thy walls within.
The mirth of feasts, the clang of burnish'd arms,
Unite in concert with increased alarms.
Encircled by insulting rebel powers,
And dart destruction in sulphureous showers.
Though oft repulsed, by guile o'ercomes the brave;
reeking standards o'er him wave.
The blood of traitors smears the purple plain ;
And days of glory yet for him remain.
• As“ gloaming," the Scottish word for twilight, is far more poetical, and has been recommended by many eminent literary men, particularly by Dr. Moore in his Letten to Burns, I have ventured to use it on account of its harmony.
The priory was dedicated to the Virgin.
At the dissolution of the monasteries, Henry VIII. bestowed Newstead Abbey on Siz John Byron.
Still in that hour the warrior wish'd to strew
Self-gather'd laurels on a self-sought grave;
The monarch's friend, the monarch's hope, to save.
In other fields the torrent to repel;
To lead the band where godlike Falkland fell. +
While dying groans their painful requiem sound,
Such victims wallow on the gory ground.
Noisome and ghast, defiles thy sacred sod;
Corruption's heap, the savage spoilers trod.
Ransack'd, resign perforce their mortal mould;
Raked from repose in search for buried gold.
The minstrels palsied hand reclines in death ;
Or sings the glories of the martial wreath.
the clamour of the fight is o'er;
And sable Horror guards the massy door.
What satellites declare her dismal reign !
To fit their vigils in the hoary fane.
The clouds of anarchy from Britain's skies ;
And Nature triumphs as the tyrant dies.
Whirlwinds, responsive, greet his labouring breath ;
Loathing the offering of so dark a death.
• Lord Byron, and his brother Sir William, held high commands in the royal army. The former was general in chief in Ireland, lieutenant of the Tower, and governor to James, Duke of York, afterwards the unhappy James II. ; the latter had a principal share in many r.ctions.
Lucius Cary, Lord Viscount Falkland, the most accomplished man of his age, was killed at the battle of Newbury, charging in the ranks of Lord Byron's regiment of cavalry
This is an historical fact. A violent tempest occurred immediately subsequent to the death or interment of Cromwell, which occas. Jned many disputes between his partisans and the cavaliers : both interpreted the circumstance into divine interposition ; but whether as approbation or condemnation, we leave for the casuists of that age to decide I have made auch use of the occurrence as suited the subject of my poem.