CHAPTER XX. BYRON, MOORE, SHELLEY, KEATS, AND CAMPBELL. LORD BYRON. 1788-1824. (Manual, pp. 396–404.) FROM "CHILDE HAROLD." 264. THE EVE of the Battle of Waterloo. There was a sound of revelry by night, The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it? - No; 'twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is — it is the cannon's opening roar! 1 Within a windowed niche of that high hall And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell; 1 The sound of the cannon decided the Duke of Wellington to appear at the ball, where he remained till three o'clock in the morning, that he might calm, by his apparent indifference, the fears of his supporters in Brussels, and depress the hopes of the well-wishers to the French. 2 The Duke of Brunswick was killed at Quatre Bras on the 16th of June. His father received the wounds, of which he afterwards died, at the battle of Jena, in 1806. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise! And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips-"The foe! They come! they come!" 265. ROME. O Rome! my country! city of the soul! What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see Whose agonies are evils of a day A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, 266. THE Gladiator. I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand-his manly brow And his drooped head sinks gradually low- Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him- he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not- his eyes - Butchered to make a Roman holiday; All this rushed with his blood-Shall he expire 267. THE OCEAN. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay. Lady Teaz. And I dared say you'd make a very good sort of a husband. Sir Pet. And you prophesied right; and we shall now be the happiest couple Lady Teaz. And never differ again? Sir Pet. No, never!-though at the same time, indeed, my dear Lady Teazle, you must watch your temper very seriously; for in all our little quarrels, my dear, if you recollect, my love, you always began first. Lady Teaz. I beg your pardon, my dear Sir Peter; indeed, you always gave the provocation. Sir Pet. Now see, my angel! take care-contradicting isn't the way to keep friends. Lady Teaz. Then don't you begin it, my love! - you are going on. You don't per Sir Pet. There, now! you ceive, my love, that you are just doing the very thing which you know always makes me angry. Lady Teaz. Nay, you know if you will be angry without any reason, my dear Sir Pet. There! now you want to quarrel again. Lady Teaz. No, I'm sure I don't; but, if you will be so peevish Sir Pet, There now! who begins first? Lady Teaz. Why, you, to be sure. I said nothing but there's no bearing your temper. Sir Pet. No, no, madam; the fault's in your own temper. Lady Teaz. Ay, you are just what my cousin Sophy said you - would be. Sir Pet. Your cousin Sophy is a forward, impertinent gypsy. Lady Teaz. You are a great bear, I'm sure. to abuse my relations. Sir Pet. Now may all the plagues of marriage be doubled on me, if ever I try to be friends with you any more! Lady Teaz. So much the better. Sir Pet. No, no, madam: 'tis evident you never cared a pin for me, and I was a madman to marry you-a pert, rural coquette, that had refused half the honest squires in the neighborhood. Lady Teaz. And I am sure I was a fool to marry you- an old dangling bachelor, who was single at fifty, only because he never could meet with any one who would have him. Sir Pet. Ay, ay, madam; but you were pleased enough to listen to me: you never had such an offer before. Lady Teaz. No! didn't I refuse Sir Tivy Terrier, who everybody said would have been a better match? for his estate is just as good as yours, and he has broke his neck since we have been married. Sir Pet. I have done with you, madam. You are an unfeeling, ungrateful - but there's an end of everything. I believe you capable of everything that is bad. Yes, madam, I now believe the reports relative to you and Charles, madam. Yes, madam, you and Charles are, not without grounds Lady Teaz. Take care, Sir Peter! you had better not insinuate any such thing! I'll not be suspected without cause, I promise you. Sir Pet. Very well, madam! very well! A separate maintenance as soon as you please. Yes, madam, or a divorce! I'll make an example of myself for the benefit of all old bachelors. Let us separate, madam. Lady Teaz. Agreed! agreed! And now, my dear Sir Peter, we are of a mind once more; we may be the happiest couple, and never differ again, you know; ha! ha! ha! Well, you are going to be in a passion, I see, and I shall only interrupt you — so, bye, bye? [Exit. Sir Pet. Plagues and tortures! can't I make her angry either! O, I am the most miserable fellow! But I'll not bear her presuming to keep her temper: no! she may break my heart, but she shan't keep her temper. [Exit. |