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# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Lumsden, Sir John

​LUMSDEN, Sir John, K.B.E, cr. 1918; D.L., Co. Dublin; M.D., B.Ch. B.A.O. (Univ. Dub.), L.R.C.P.I.; Vice-Chairman and Director-in-Chief Red Cross and Order of St. John Committee for Ireland. Commissioner St. John Ambulance Brigade (Irish District): Knight of Grace Order of St. John of Jerusalem; Temp.-Major R.A.M.C. (1917-18); Physician to Household of H.E. Lord Lieutenant of Ireland; Senior Visiting Physician Mercer's Hospital; Chief Medical Officer Guinness's Brewery, Dublin; Consulting M.O. to Commissioners of Irish Lights; Fellow R. Academy of Medicine; Extern Examiner in Medicine, National University of Ireland; b. Nov., 1870; son of John Lumsden, Leeson Park, Dublin; m. 1896, Coro F., youngest dau. of late Major Fitzhardinge Kingscote (Rifle Brigade), Furbo, Galway; one son, five daus. Educ.: Dublin, Taunton, and T.C.D. Pubns.: Monographs on Medical and Public Health: subjects: "Feeding of Children"; "Cost of Living amongst Labourers and Tradesmen." Recns.: fishing, shooting, golf. Res.: 4 Fitzwilliam Place, Dublin, and Roslyn, Hovvth. Clubs: Friendly Brothers of S. Patrick, 22 Stephen's Green, and R. Dublin Golf Club; T.A. "First Aid, Dublin."
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Lunham, Col. Sir Ainslie

​LUNHAM, Col. Sir Ainslie, K.C.B., cr. 1918; C.B., 1900. Educ.: Trinity College, Dublin; M.A. and Member of Senate; Lieut.-Col. Comdg. 2nd Brigade S. I. Division R.A., 1885; Col. Comd. The Cork R.G.A., 1890-1903; Hon. Col. in the Army, 1901; Member of Royal Irish Academy and Henry Bradshaw Society; Hon. Member of R. A. Institution, Woolwich; Chairman Cork Improved Dwellings Co., Ltd.; Member of Executive Committee Cork Defence Union, and Co. Cork Landlords' Association; J.P., Co. Cork, and connected with various local charities. Pubns.: Various contributions to Journals of Society of Antiquaries, including Memoirs of Canon Hayman and Dr. Caulfield; Sir R. Cox's Description of County and City of Cork in 1685, edited from the MS. with notes: Historical Notices of Cork in 17th and 18th Centuries, edited from the MS. with notes; Early Quakers in Cork; Some Account of Early French Refugees in Cork; Life of St. Fin Barr, translated with preface and notes; Account of the Bishops of Cork from the MS. with notes; Bishop Dive Downes' Visitation of his Diocese, 1699-1702, edited from original MS. with notes: Pietas Corcagienses Historical and Topographical Notices of Cork; Fitzgerald's Diary, 1793, edited with notes; Numerous other papers on Historical, Philosophical, and Antiquarian Subjects in Contemporary Press. Owns property in Co. Cork. Recns.: literature, travelling, visiting libraries, horticulture. Res.: Ardfallen, Douglas, Co. Cork; Pembroke, Passage West, Co. Cork. Club: University, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Lyle, John Cromie

​LYLE, John Cromie, C.V.O. (1911). Educ. at Haileybury; entered P.W.D., India, 1885: Executive Engineer, 1896-8; Deputy Consulting Engineer for Railways, 1898-10; Superintending Engineer, 1910-13: second son of late Rev. John Lyle, of Knocktarna, Coleraine, Co. Londonderry . b 1862; m. 1895, Frances, only dau. of late Col. Meyrick, Indian Army. Res.: Lansdown. Portrush. Co. Antrim.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Lyle, Robert Patton Ranken

​LYLE, Robert Patton Ranken, M.D. (T.C.D.), L.R.C.P.I.; Professor of Midwifery and Gynaecology, Durham University. Educ.: Trinity College, Dublin; Middlesex Hospital: Paris; late Assistant Master Rotunda Hospital, Dublin. Pubns.: papers in medical journals; son of Hugh Lyle, of Coleraine. Co. Londonderry; b. 1870. Res.: Holmwood, Clayton Road, Newcastle-upon-Tyne.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Lucas, The Hon. Sir Edward

​LUCAS, The Hon. Sir Edward, Knt. (1921); is a J.P. for South Australia; ex-Mayor of Gawler; member of Legislative Council, 1900-18; of War Council of S. Australia, 1915-18; Leader and Chairman of Liberal Party, 1914-18: Agent-General in London for State of South Australia from 1918; fifth son of Adams Lucas, of Galonetra. Co. Cavan, Ireland; b. 1857; m. 1890, Mabel Florence, dau. of J. Brock, of Barossa, S. Australia. Res.: 17 Fairhazel Gardens, Hampstead, London, N.W.6; 112 Strand, W.C.2.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Skeffington Smyth, Lt.-Col. Geoffrey Henry Julian

​SKEFFINGTON SMYTH, Lt.-Col. Geoffrey Henry Julian, D.S.O. (1900), Chevalier Legion of Honour, G.S.O., 1st grade; late Lt.-Col. 9th Lancers. Educ.: Eton. Entered army, 1895; Captain, 1901; served South Africa 1899-1900, including Belmont, Modder River, Magersfontein, relief of Kimberley, Johannesburg, Diamond Hill, Wittebergen; contested (C.) Brigg 1906, and (C.) Grantham 1910. Recns.: shooting, racing, golf. Youngest son of late E. Skeffington Randal Smyth, of Mount Henry, Queen's Co.; b. 1873; m. 1904, Hon. Violet Frances Monckton, dau. of 7th Viscount Galway, and has issue three sons. Res.: 10 Stratton Street, Piccadilly, London, W.1. Clubs: Cavalry, Orleans, Royal Automobile.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Slacke, Lady Frances Rose

​SLACKE, Lady Frances Rose, third dau. of late P. Connellan, D.L., of Coolmore, Co. Kilkenny; m. 1875, as his second wife, Sir Owen Randal Slacke, C.B., J.P. formerly 10th Huss. (d. 1910). Res.: 25 St. Leonard's Terrace, Chelsea, London S.W.1.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Smiddy, Timothy A.

Timothy Aloysius Smiddy
​SMIDDY, Timothy A., M.A. (R.U.I.). Educ.: at St. Finbarr's College, and Queen's College, Cork; St. Sulpice Issy-s-Seine, and Paris; Dean of Faculty of Commerce, Professor of Economics and Warden of Honan Hostel. University College, Cork; Member of General Board of Studies, National University; Examiner in Commerce to the Univ. of Birmingham, and Asst. Examiner in English Intermediate Education Board. Son of William Smiddy, of Kilbarry House, Cork: b. 1876; m. 1900, Lilian, dau. of Cornelius O'Connell, Cork, and has issue one son and four daus. Res.: Warden's House, Honan Hostel, Cork.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Sinton, Major John Alexander

​SINTON, Major John Alexander, V.C. (1916), Hon. M.D. (Q.U.B.), D.P.H. (Cantab.), M.B., B.Ch., B.A.O. (R.U.I.); b. 2 Dec, 1884. Educ.: Queen's College, Belfast; Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine; formerly Riddell Demonstrator in Pathology, Queen's University, Belfast; late House Surgeon and House Physician, Royal Victoria Hospital; late Pathologist Ulster Eye, Throat and Ear Hospital, and Clinical Pathologist, Mater Infirmorum Hospital, Belfast; served European War, 1914-1918. Pubns.: many papers on Cholera in the Indian Journal of Medical Research. Res.: Ulster Villas, Lisburn Road, Belfast.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Skeffington-Smyth, Lt.-Col. Randal Charles Edward

​SKEFFINGTON-SMYTH, Lt.-Col. Randal Charles Edward, D.S.O (1917), D.L., J.P. Queen's Co.; late Lt.-Col. Coldstream Guards. Educ.: Eton. Served in Central Africa 1896-98; South African War, 1899-1902; Nigeria 1903, 1906-7; European War, 1914-18. Eldest son of late Edward Randal Skeffington-Smyth, of Mount Henry, Queen's Co., and Hon. Gertrude Valentine, dau. of 1st Baron Castlemaine: m. 1889, Beatrix Louisa Virginia Tollemache, dau. of late Right Hon. T. E. Taylor, P.C, M.P. of Ardaillan Castle, Co. Dublin. Res. Mount Henry, Portarlington, Queen's County.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Slator, Henry Bevan Wilson-

​SLATOR, Henry Bevan Wilson-, D.L. J.P. Co. Longford, late Major 4th Batt. Royal Irish Fus.; D.A.A.G. 1917. Only surviving son of late George W. Wilson-Slator, D.L., J.P. of White Hill, Co. Longford, and Belleville, Co.:Meath; b. 1884. Res.: Belleville, Dunshaughlin, Co. Meath; White Hill, Edgeworthstown, Co. Longford.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Sligo, Marquess of

George Ulick Browne
​SLIGO, Marquess of, 1800; Earl of Altamont, 1771; Earl of Clanricarde 1800; Viscount Westport, 1768; Baron Mount Eagle, 1760 (Irld.); Baron Monteagle, of Westport, Co. Mayo (Unit. Kgd. 1806)—George Ulick Browne, 6th Marquess; H.M. Lieutenant and Custos Rotulorum, Co. Mayo 1914: J.P. Co. Mayo; F.S.A., F.Z.S.; formerly Capt. 12th Bengal Cavalry. Served in Afghan War 1879-80 (medal and clasp); eldest son of Henry Ulick, 5th Marquess, and Catherine, eldest dau. of William Stephens Dicken, of the Bengal Medical Service; b. 1 Sept., 1856; s. his father, 24 Feb., 1913; m. 12 Oct., 1887, Agatha Stewart, dau. of J. Stewart Hodgson, of Lythe Hill, Haslemere, and has issue one son and three daus. Res.: 7 Upper Belgrave Street, London, S.W.; Westport House, Co. Mayo. Clubs: Carlton, Travellers', Burlington, Fine Arts, London; Kildare-street, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Sloan, Samuel

​SLOAN, Samuel, Principal and Establishment Officer, Ministry of Agriculture, Northern Ireland from 1921. Educated at Lurgan College Member of Royal Ulster Agricultural Society; Member of Irish Civil Service Joint Council Civil Service Committee (Govt, of Ireland Act); served in Accounting Depts. of G.P.O. London and Dublin, 1901-06; Dept. of Agriculture and Technical Instruction, Dublin, 1906-21 (Staff Officer 1919, Higher Executive Officer 1920); b. 1882; m. 1905, Lucie Eva. dau. of late Timothy Ryan, Divisional Officer R.N., Co. Donegal. Res.: Belfast.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Sinclair, William Hugh Montgomery

​SINCLAIR, William Hugh Montgomery, B.A. (Oxon.), D.L. Co. Donegal; Barrister, King's Inns, 1896; Educ.: Marlborough and Brasenose College, Oxford: entered Consular Service, 1900; was Vice-Consul at Manila 1900-02; Boston U.S.A., 1902-04; Buenos Aires 1904-07; Emden 1907-09: Consul at Bahia 1909-13; Brindisi, 1913-16; Turin, 1916-19; ​Consul-Gen. at Genoa, 1919-22; Philadelphia from 1922. Res.: Bonnyglen, Co. Donegal; Oxford and Cambridge Club, London.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Slade, Lady Kathleen

Kathleen Scovell
​SLADE, Lady Kathleen, third dau. of late Rowland Scovell, of Fairholm, Co. Dublin; m. 1896, Capt. Sir Cuthbert Slade, 4th Bart., J.P. (d. 1908). Res.: Duddlestone House, Taunton.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Fragment

FRAGMENT.
WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS CHAWORTH.
1.
Hills of Annesley, Bleak and Barren, Where my thoughtless Childhood stray'd, How the northern Tempests, warring, Howl above thy tufted Shade!
2.
Now no more, the Hours beguiling, Former favourite Haunts I see; Now no more my Mary smiling, Makes ye seem a Heaven to Me.
1805.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Farewell to the Muse

FAREWELL TO THE MUSE.
1.
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise on the gale this the last of my lays, The coldest effusion which springs from my heart.
2.
This bosom, responsive to rapture no more, Shall hush thy wild notes, nor implore thee to sing; The feelings of childhood, which taught thee to soar, Are wafted far distant on Apathy's wing.
3.
Though simple the themes of my rude flowing Lyre, Yet even these themes are departed for ever; No more beam the eyes which my dream could inspire, My visions are flown, to return,—alas, never!
4.
When drain'd is the nectar which gladdens the bowl, How vain is the effort delight to prolong! When cold is the beauty which dwelt in my soul, What magic of Fancy can lengthen my song?
5.
Can the lips sing of Love in the desert alone, Of kisses and smiles which they now must resign? Or dwell with delight on the hours that are flown? Ah, no! for those hours can no longer be mine.
6.
Can they speak of the friends that I lived but to love? Ah, surely Affection ennobles the strain! But how can my numbers in sympathy move, When I scarcely can hope to behold them again?
7.
Can I sing of the deeds which my Fathers have done, And raise my loud harp to the fame of my Sires? For glories like theirs, oh, how faint is my tone! For Heroes' exploits how unequal my fires!
8.
Untouch'd, then, my Lyre shall reply to the blast— 'Tis hush'd; and my feeble endeavours are o'er; And those who have heard it will pardon the past, When they know that its murmurs shall vibrate no more.
9.
And soon shall its wild erring notes be forgot, Since early affection and love is o'ercast: Oh! blest had my Fate been, and happy my lot, Had the first strain of love been the dearest, the last.
10.
Farewell, my young Muse! since we now can ne'er meet; If our songs have been languid, they surely are few: Let us hope that the present at least will be sweet— The present—which seals our eternal Adieu.
1807. [First published, 1832.]
* ↑ Adieu to the Muse.—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ When cold is the form.—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ —— whom I lived but to love.—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ Since we never can meet.—[MS. Newstead.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Fragments of School Exercises

FRAGMENTS OF SCHOOL EXERCISES: FROM THE "PROMETHEUS VINCTUS" OF ÆSCHYLUS.
Μηδάμ' ὁ πάντα νέμων, κ.τ.λ.
Great Jove! to whose Almighty Throne Both Gods and mortals homage pay, Ne'er may my soul thy power disown, Thy dread behests ne'er disobey. Oft shall the sacred victim fall, In sea-girt Ocean's mossy hall; My voice shall raise no impious strain, 'Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main.
How different now thy joyless fate, Since first Hesione thy bride, When plac'd aloft in godlike state, The blushing beauty by thy side, ​Thou sat'st, while reverend Ocean smil'd, And mirthful strains the hours beguil'd; The Nymphs and Tritons danc'd around, Nor yet thy doom was fix'd, nor Jove relentless frown'd.
Harrow, December 1, 1804.
* ↑ [The Greek heading does not appear in the Quarto, nor in the three first Editions.]
* ↑ ["My first Harrow verses (that is, English, as exercises), a translation of a chorus from the Promeiheus of Æschylus, were received by Dr. Drury, my grand patron (our headmaster), but coolly. No one had, at that time, the least notion that I should subside into poetry."—Life p. 20. The lines are not a translation but a loose adaptation or paraphrase of part of a chorus of the Promtheus Vinctus, l. 528, sq.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/From Anacreon

FROM ANACREON.
Μεσονυκτίοις ποθ' ὥραις, κ.τ.λ.
ODE 3.
'Twas now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven; Boötes, only, seem'd to roll His Arctic charge around the Pole; While mortals, lost in gentle sleep, Forgot to smile, or ceas'd to weep: At this lone hour the Paphian boy, Descending from the realms of joy, Quick to my gate directs his course, And knocks with all his little force; My visions fled, alarm'd I rose,— "What stranger breaks my blest repose?" "Alas!" replies the wily child In faltering accents sweetly mild; "A hapless Infant here I roam, Far from my dear maternal home. Oh! shield me from the wintry blast! The nightly storm is pouring fast. No prowling robber lingers here; A wandering baby who can fear?" ​I heard his seeming artless tale, I heard his sighs upon the gale: My breast was never pity's foe, But felt for all the baby's woe. I drew the bar, and by the light Young Love, the infant, met my sight; His bow across his shoulders flung, And thence his fatal quiver hung (Ah! little did I think the dart Would rankle soon within my heart). With care I tend my weary guest, His little fingers chill my breast; His glossy curls, his azure wing, Which droop with nightly showers, I wring; His shivering limbs the embers warm; And now reviving from the storm, Scarce had he felt his wonted glow, Than swift he seized his slender bow:— "I fain would know, my gentle host," He cried, "if this its strength has lost; ​ I fear, relax'd with midnight dews, The strings their former aid refuse." With poison tipt, his arrow flies, Deep in my tortur'd heart it lies: Then loud the joyous Urchin laugh'd:— "My bow can still impel the shaft: 'Tis firmly fix'd, thy sighs reveal it; Say, courteous host, canst thou not feel it?"
* ↑ [The motto does not appear in Hours of Idleness or Poems O. and T.]
* ↑ The Newstead MS. inserts— No Moon in silver robe was seen Nor e'en a trembling star between.
* ↑   Touched with the seeming artless tale Compassion's tears o'er doubt prevail; Methought I viewed him, cold and damp, I trimmed anew my dying lamp, Drew back the bar—and by the light A pinioned Infant met my sight; His bow across his shoulders slung, And hence a gilded quiver hung; With care I tend my weary guest, His shivering hands by mine are pressed: My hearth I load with embers warm To dry the dew drops of the storm: Drenched by the rain of yonder sky The strings are weak—but let us try.—[MS. Newstead.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Fill the Goblet Again

FILL THE GOBLET AGAIN.
A SONG.
1.
Fill the goblet again! for I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core; Let us drink!—who would not?—since, through life's varied round, In the goblet alone no deception is found.
2.
I have tried in its turn all that life can supply; I have bask'd in the beam of a dark rolling eye; I have lov'd!—who has not?—but what heart can declare That Pleasure existed while Passion was there?
3.
In the days of my youth, when the heart's in its spring, And dreams that Affection can never take wing, I had friends!—who has not?—but what tongue will avow, That friends, rosy wine! are so faithful as thou?
4.
The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange, Friendship shifts with the sunbeam—thou never canst change; Thou grow'st old—who does not?—but on earth what appears, Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its years?
5.
Yet if blest to the utmost that Love can bestow, Should a rival bow down to our idol below, We are jealous!—who's not?—thou hast no such alloy; For the more that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy.
6.
Then the season of youth and its vanities past, For refuge we fly to the goblet at last; There we find—do we not?—in the flow of the soul, That truth, as of yore, is confined to the bowl.
7.
When the box of Pandora was open'd on earth, And Misery's triumph commenc'd over Mirth, Hope was left,—was she not?—but the goblet we kiss, And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss.
8.
Long life to the grape! for when summer is flown, The age of our nectar shall gladden our own: We must die—who shall not?—May our sins be forgiven, And Hebe shall never be idle in Heaven.
[First published, 1809.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Verses found in a Summer-house at Hales-Owen

VERSES FOUND IN A SUMMER-HOUSE AT HALES-OWEN.
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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Written after swimming from Sestos to Abydos

WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS.
1.
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!
2.
If, when the wintry tempest roared, He sped to Hero, nothing loth, And thus of old thy current poured, Fair Venus! how I pity both!
3.
For me, degenerate modern wretch, Though in the genial month of May, My dripping limbs I faintly stretch, And think I've done a feat to-day.
4.
But since he crossed the rapid tide, According to the doubtful story, To woo,—and—Lord knows what beside, And swam for Love, as I for Glory;
5.
'Twere hard to say who fared the best: Sad mortals! thus the Gods still plague you! He lost his labour, I my jest: For he was drowned, and I've the ague.
May 9, 1810. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812(4to).]
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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 4/A Fragment

A FRAGMENT.
Could I remount the river of my years To the first fountain of our smiles and tears, I would not trace again the stream of hours Between their outworn banks of withered flowers, ​But bid it flow as now—until it glides Into the number of the nameless tides.
What is this Death?—a quiet of the heart? The whole of that of which we are a part? For Life is but a vision—what I see Of all which lives alone is Life to me,10 And being so—the absent are the dead, Who haunt us from tranquillity, and spread A dreary shroud around us, and invest With sad remembrancers our hours of rest. The absent are the dead—for they are cold, And ne'er can be what once we did behold; And they are changed, and cheerless,—or if yet The unforgotten do not all forget, Since thus divided—equal must it be If the deep barrier be of earth, or sea;20 It may be both—but one day end it must In the dark union of insensate dust. The under-earth inhabitants—are they But mingled millions decomposed to clay? The ashes of a thousand ages spread Wherever Man has trodden or shall tread? Or do they in their silent cities dwell Each in his incommunicative cell? Or have they their own language? and a sense Of breathless being?—darkened and intense30 As Midnight in her solitude?—Oh Earth! Where are the past?—and wherefore had they birth? The dead are thy inheritors—and we But bubbles on thy surface; and the key Of thy profundity is in the Grave, The ebon portal of thy peopled cave, Where I would walk in spirit, and behold Our elements resolved to things untold, ​And fathom hidden wonders, and explore The essence of great bosoms now no more.40
Diodati, July, 1816. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 36.]
* ↑ [A Fragment, which remained unpublished till 1830, was written at the same time as Churchill's Grave (July, 1816), and is closely allied to it in purport and in sentiment. It is a questioning of Death! O Death, what is thy sting? There is an analogy between exile and death. As Churchill lay in his forgotten grave at Dover, one of "many millions decomposed to clay," so he the absent is dead to the absent, and the absent are dead to him. And what are the dead? the aggregate of nothingness? or are they a multitude of atoms having neither part nor lot one with the other? There is no solution but in the grave. Death alone can unriddle death. The poet's questioning spirit would plunge into the abyss to bring back the answer.]
* ↑ [Compare— "'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things Which are forbidden to the search of man; That with the dwellers of the dark abodes, The many evil and unheavenly spirits Which walk the valley of the Shade of Death, Thou communest." Manfred, act iii. sc. 1, lines 34, seq., vide post, p. 121.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/To Thyrza

TO THYRZA.
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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Translation of a Romaic Love Song

TRANSLATION OF A ROMAIC LOVE SONG.