II. Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth, Few earthly things found favour in his sight1 And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree. III. Childe Harold was he hight:-but whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say; IV. Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun, Disporting there like any other fly; Nor deem'd before his little day was done One blast might chill him into misery. But long ere scarce a third of his pass'd by, Then loathed he in his native land to dwell, Which seem'd to him more lone than eremite's sad 1 cell. [" "He cheer'd the bad and did the good affright; · With concubines," &c.-MS.] [Childe Buron."-MS.] V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run, Nor made atonement when he did amiss, Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one,1 And that loved one, alas! could ne'er be his. Ah, happy she! to 'scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss, And spoil'd her goodly lands to gild his waste, Nor calm domestic peace had ever deign'd to taste VI. And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart, And from his native land resolved to go, With pleasure drugg'd, he almost long'd for woe, And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.3 1 [See Stanzas written to a Lady, on leaving England: Works, vol. vii. p. 302;— 2 ["And I must from this land be gone, Because I cannot love but one."] ["And straight he fell into a revery.”—MS.] In these stanzas, and indeed throughout his works, we must not accept too literally Lord Byron's testimony against himself— he took a morbid pleasure in darkening every shadow of his selfportraiture. His interior at Newstead had, no doubt, been, in some points, loose and irregular enough; but it certainly never exhibited any thing of the profuse and Satanic luxury which the language in the text might seem to indicate. In fact, the narrowness of his means at the time the verses refer to would alone have precluded this. His household economy, while he remained at the Abbey, is known to have been conducted on a very moderate scale; and, besides, his usual companions, though far from being averse to convivial indulgences, were not only, as Mr. Moore VII. The Childe departed from his father's hall: So old, it seemed only not to fall, Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle. Monastic dome! condemn'd to uses vile! Where Superstition once had made her den, Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile; And monks might deem their time was come agen, If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men. VIII. Yet oft-times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow, As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk❜d below: But this none knew, nor haply cared to know; For his was not that open, artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow, Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole, Whate'er the grief mote be, which he could not control. IX. And none did love him-though to hall and bower He knew them flatterers of the festal hour; Yea! none did love him—nor his lemans dear— But pomp and power alone are woman's care, And where these are light Eros finds a feere; Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. says, "of habits and tastes too intellectual for mere vulgar debauchery," but, assuredly, quite incapable of playing the parts of flatterers and parasites.] X. Childe Harold had a mother-not forgot, Though parting from that mother he did shun; If friends he had, he bade adieu to none. Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel :1 Ye, who have known what 'tis to dote upon A few dear objects, will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. XI. His house, his home, his heritage, his lands, Without a sigh he left, to cross the brine, [line.3 And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's central XII. The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew, As glad to waft him from his native home; And fast the white rocks faded from his view, 1 ["Yet deem him not from this with breast of steel.”—MS.] ["His house, his home, his vassals and his lands, 2 The Dalilahs," &c.—MS.] [Lord Byron originally intended to visit India.] XIII. But when the sun was sinking in the sea, He seized his harp, which he at times could string And strike, albeit with untaught melody, When deem'd he no strange ear was listening: And now his fingers o'er it he did fling, And tuned his farewell in the dim twilight. While flew the vessel on her snowy wing, And fleeting shores receded from his sight, Thus to the elements he pour'd his last "Good-night."" 1. "ADIEU, adieu! my native shore The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; 2. "A few short hours and he will rise Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; My dog howls at the gate. 3. "Come hither, hither, my little page! 1 [See Lord Maxwell's "Good Night," in Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border: Poetical Works, vol. ii. p. 141, ed. 1834"Adieu, madame, my mother dear," &c.] 2 [This "little page" was Robert Rushton, the son of one of |