102 STANZAS ON LORD BYRON. 



Committee. 



Capt.C.BASDEN,R.N. 

 Capt. ELLIOTT, R. N. 



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A. FRAZER, Esq. 

 J. JOHNSON, Esq. 

 Capt. MAURICE, R. N. 



T. GILL, Esq. 

 Capt. DOLLING, R. A. 

 W. P. BILLING, Esq. 

 R. HILL, Esq. 

 P. M. LITTLE, Esq. 

 GARDNER, Esq. 



J. R. ROBERTS, HONORARY SECRSTARI: 



Cornwall Street, Plymouth. 

 Plymouth, Feb. 1833. 



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ON SEEING A bftAWING OF THE HEAD Ot 1HE LATK 

 LORD BYRON IN A LADY'S ALBUM. 



He was, but he is not, the strains that he sung 

 Are vibrating yet though his harp is unstrung, 

 And the genius that brightened is dim with his eye, 

 Arid the dream of this life ha* for ever passed by ! 



Why tons not his cheek With If* fcride of his home ? 

 Why throbs not his heart at the breath of his fame ? 

 Where now are his passions ? Their tumult is o'er ; 

 Where now 'are his pleasures ? They woo him no more. 

 A pilgrim he wandered, and still through each land 

 Shewed scenes that enchanted when touched by his wand : 

 Yet what the world's homage? His soul was in gloom : 

 Now madness and hope are extinct in his tomb ! 



Whence drew he such music? Say, where had it birth ! 

 His harp was from Heaven it came not of earth. 

 Why eVr did he bid it to vice wildly flow ? 

 Why darkly attune it to themes from below ? 



A gift it 'was granted, yet briefly possest ; 

 A whirlwind passed o'er it its chords were at Yetei ' 

 From home and from country he died far away ! 

 We stiu^ht for his spirit, and found but his clay. 



What magic was o'er his sweet minstrelsy thrown 

 When freedom, when virtue was breathed in its t<>! 

 Oh could he now waken such numbers 'sublime 

 Alone would he choose to be echoed through time ! 



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