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Stay, stay with us-rest, thou art weary and worn ,
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay ; But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
LORD BYRON. (1788–1824.) Born in Holles Street, London, and received his early education at various schools in Aberdeen, whither his mother had retired on separating from her husband, Captain Byron. When ten years old he succeeded to his uncle's title and estates, and Mrs. Byron and the young peer immediately removed to the family seat, Newstead Abbey, Nottinghamshire. Byron's education was further carried on at Harrow and Trinity College, Cambridge. Two years were spent in foreign travel, and on his return he took his seat as a peer in the House of Lords. In 1815 he married Miss Millbanke, but the union proved an unhappy one, and in twelve months it was dissolved. In 1816 Byron left England, and never returned to it. He led a restless and wandering life for several years, and, in 1823, threw himself with much enthusiasm into the Greek war of independence against the Turks. He helped the Greeks with his money and advice ; and was looking forward with much eagerness to an attack on Lepanto, when he was seized by fever, of which he died at Missolonghi in 1824. The poet's body was brought to England and interred at Hucknall, near Newstead.
Byron's chief works åre, Hours of Idleness; The Giaour ; The Bride of Abydos ; English Bards and Scotch Reviewers; The Prisoner of Chillon ; Hebrew Melodies ; Childe Harold's Pilgrimage; Don Juan, etc.
ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll !
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan
His steps are not upon thy paths—thy fields
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
The armaments? which thunder-strike the walls
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee:-
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Lay, a poetical license for lie. • Armaments, guns and other forces used in war.
3 Oak leviathans, large men-of-war which in Byron's time were built of oak, but now of iron. 4 Clay creator, man.
5 Arbiter, one who decides or judges. 6 Yeast, foam or froth.
7 Armada, the Spanish fleet intended for the conquest of England (1588).
8. Trafalgar, cape Trafalgar, south of Spain, off which a famous battle was fought (1805). Azure, blue.
And I have loved thee, ocean ! and my joy
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
Childe Harold, canto IV., stanzas 179-184.
MRS. HEMANS. (1794–1835.) BORN at Liverpool, where her father (whose name was Browne) was engaged as a merchant, Felicia Browne began to write poetry before she was nine years of age ; and her mother, a woman of intellectual culture and taste, encouraged her in the pursuit. In 1812 Miss Browne became the wife of Captain Hemans. The union, however, was not a happy one, and just before the birth of their fifth son a separation took place, Mrs. Hemans going to live with her widowed mother, near St. Asaph, (North Wales). Here she devoted herself to literature and the education of her family. In 1828 went to reside at Wavertree, near Liverpool ; afterwards removed to Dove's Nest, near Windermere, for one summer, and finally settled in Dublin, where she died in 1835, and was interred in St. Anne's church.
Mrs. Hemans' principal works are, Hymns for Childhood; Songs of the Affections, etc., including some of the most beautiful lyrical pieces in the language.
Whence all but him had fled ;
Shone round him o'er the dead.
As born to rule the storm ;
1 At the battle of the Nile, 1798, the French admiral, in the L'Oriert, ordered his son Casabianca (a lad about thirteen years of age) not to quit his post until he told him. In the course of the action, the admiral was killed, the ship caught fire, and was blown up. The boy, unconscious that his father was dead, remained at his post, and permitted himself to be launched into eternity rather than disobey his father's orders.
A creature of heroic bloed,
A proud, though child-like form.
Without his father's word ;
His voice no longer heard.
If yet my task is done,”-
Unconscious of his son.
“If I may yet be gone"-
And fast the flames rolled on.
And in his waving hair ;
In still yet brave despair :
“ My father, must I stay ?"
The wreathing fires made way.
They caught the flag on high,
Like banners in the sky.
The boy-oh! where was he?
With fragments strewed the sea ;
That well had borne their part-
Was that young faithful heart.
i Shroud, a range of ropes extending from the sides of a ship to the head of the mast.
2 Pennon, a small flag.
THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. “Oh! call my brother back to me !
I cannot play alone :
Where is my brother gone ?
Across the sunbeam's track;
Oh! call my brother back ! “The flowers run wild-the flowers we sowed
Around our garden tree;
Oh! call him back to me!”
He may not come to thee;
On earth no more thou'lt see.
Such unto him was given;
Thy brother is in heaven !”
And must I call in vain ! And, through the long, long summer hours,
Will he not come again?
Are all our wanderings o'er ?
Would I had loved him more !"
! Glade, an opening in a wood.