The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1824-07-30 00:00:00

POETRY.

MONODY ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON

Byron is dead !
That proud unbending soul at last has fled,
Alike mysterious, both In joy and gloom,
Scorning the mold, he sank into the tomb; •
eV.I those fair whores where oft he Med to dwell.
Caught his last breath, and heard his I at farewell.
Whet grief now hangs o'er 3lnaidotothes tumors
Harken her halls and reign s throe all her bounty ;
Soft Grecian Virgin' wet ping at the loom,
And Grecian Warriors n.ouin his early doom.
For he, the bard, that smack the lofty lyre,
Whore soul was till'd with Freedom's vaned fire,
Who nobly %feted his bark o'er billowy wave
To a d a patriot cause, and join the Maws
Shall sing no more ! old. ulna, pale he lies.
11. ath, io his inuch.loy'd Green. has ANN his eyes,
Bring odours fremi the East, rich spices buns.
Let the der:: cypress wave o'er BYRON'S UM,
hirer fragrant myrtle on his marble tomb,
And Mali° it twine the " gala iw eM leer bistrea.”'
Call on the spirits of his magic rang,
And sound a requiem as they pas. ailing.
Behold the iktonary forma arise
Like varied divas in soft autumnal akin!
Oh. for that voice whose melody divine
So sweetly rang the cedar atel the vine;
for tlri pe. cil of the master's hand,
To paint in only all the mournful band.
Ftru pensive HA no lam, of tuneful lay.
In pilgrim's garb y'clad, here wends his way
To memory dear. low sweet the scenes he brings—.
White on the breeze his harp's wild note be Lop •
Then, like some tender oriental firmer
That droops its head beneath the vein al shower,
Beaming with loveliness to heaven allied
Mark the meek beauties of ASTDOS' bride !
Mark her fine forma—her eye of sunny light—
Her glowing charms flung radiant on the sight !
To one loy'd youth her virrn soul she gave—
Heard ye that shriek ?—his life-blood stained the wawa
Seethrough the shade a darkling visage lour—
Stern UNMAN'S foe—the fierce and vengeral G14041b.
He lifts his threatening arm, he strikes his breast,
Then smiles triumphant—for lie Aid been urn.
Now on his 1./:ILA lost h, arenas to et';
Now mounts his sable steed, and thsthden by.
Stay, warrior, stay ! behold a beauteous shade--
Bright !.INCA'S self--thy awn Circassian tumid.
She who in chains yet fek her heart was free,
Her tyrer.t's vengeance braved. and died fur thee.
Ah! see her shining in her white tinter,
Lustrous the pale, like vespers' early star.
And was she murdered, by that Moslem crew,
The loveliest form that ever mortal krew ?
Now turn the gaze upon " • dark liar ere,"
Where yen black vowel sails so swill and free:
She clears the rocky point—she makes the lend—
Some vig'rous warrior springs upon the sand,
Ile climbs the beetling rmk—now know ye him ?
Conrad, the tar-famed Co lassie. bold si,d
Alo ! who remembers not that piercing eye,
That frown that raised the harem's dila ant cry
But deep despair has sudden chimed Ids brow,
Wild is his eye—bh, step is broken—slow—
Onward he comes, to join the manurial throng,
And madly listens for Meelones wog.
/fedora—Oh ! the spell that's in that rame.
What Sa s• e'er burred with such devoted flame?
What Bard, save one, could paint that Angel fair,
Her eyes' raft languor, and her golden hair,
Streaming all free upon the ereoing gale.
As from her rock geed on Coeusti's sail?
But who can sing the crowds that swell the tide,
The daring lover. or the blooming bride.
All, ail arc favinintes of the Sacred Nine,
Aid kve their Peen's name to eudleas time.
And now the sun, slow sinking to his wat.
Throws his retiring splendour on the west,
Yet still he lingers o'er fair Greece's Isles,
And teas luxersison on her ruin 'd piles;
Beams on the Minaret, gl nen on die Mosqne,
Gilds the high Unsettle, gems the gay ;
Then brightly glances, ere he fades from view.
O'er the white balls, on Stamboul's waters blue.
/lark ! floating on the air so sweetly clear,
What heseettly strains entrance the listeninrar !
Behold th' Aothan Maids themselves diesend,
A lid CieT their HUI ON's tomb in sorrow bend ;
And, to the utmost reach of future years.
Patriots will wet his bed of death with man.