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What Exile from himself can flees
[" What exile from himself can flee?

To other zones, howe'er remote,
Still, still pursuing clings to me

The blight of life-the demon Thought."-MS.
This song was written January 25, 1810.]

64.-Stanza lxxxv., line 7.

A traitor only fell beneath the feud :
Alluding to the conduct and death of Solano, the governor of Cadiz, in
May, 1809.

65.-Stanza lxxxvi., line 9. War, car is still the cry, War even to the knife !" “War to the knife." Palafox's answer to the French general at the siege of Saragoza.

66.-Stanza xci., line i.

And thou, my friend !--since unavailing woe
The Honourable John Wingfield, of the Guards, who died of a fever at
Coinbra (May 14, 1811). I had known him ten years, the better half of
his life, and the happiest part of mine. In the short space of one month,
I have lost her who gave me being, and most of those who had made
that being tolerable. To me the lines of Young are no fiction :-

* Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain,

And thrice ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn."
I should have ventured & verse to the memory of the late Charles
Skinner Matthews, Fellow of Downing College, Cambridge, were he not
too much above all praise of mine. His powers of mind, shown in the
attainment of greater honours, against the ablest candidates, than those
of any graduate on record at Cambridge, have sufficiently established
his fame on the spot where it was acquired; while his softer qualities
live in the recollection of friends who loved him too well to envy his
superiority. [To an objection made by Mr. Dallas to this note, Lord
Byron replied: “I was so sincere in my note on the late Charles Mat-
thews, and do feel myself so totally unable to do justice to his talents,
that the passage must stand for the very reason you bring against it.
To him, all the men I ever knew were pigmies. He was an intellectual
giant. It is true I loved Wingfield better; he was the earliest and the
dearest, and one of the few one could never repent of having loved: but
in ability-ah, you did not know Matthews! Matthews was drowned
while bathing in the Cam, on the 2nd of August, 1811. The two stanzas
on Wingfield were added at Newstead. Lord Byron had previously
drawn his portrait in one of his school-boy poems entitled "" Childish

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Recollections.” The correspondence of the poet at the period of these deaths shows that his public commemoration of his departed friends was no formal tribute.)

67.-Stanza xcii., line i.

Oh, known the earliest, and esteem'd the most ! {"Beloved the most."-MS.]

68.–Stanza xciii., line 9. Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quell d. [" Dec. 30th, 1809."--MS.)





COME, blue-eyed maid of heaven !--but thou, alas !
Didst never yet one mortal song inspire-
Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was,
And is, despite of war and wasting fire,
And years, that bade thy worship to expire :
But worse than steel, and flame, and ages slow,
Is the dread sceptre and dominion dire

Of men who never felt the sacred glow
That thoughts of thee and thine on polish'd breasts



Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where,
Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ?
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that

were :

First in the race that led to Glory's goal,
They won, and pass'd away—is this the whole ?
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole

Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.


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