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Farewell to others, but never we part,
VISION OF BELSHAZZAR
The Vision of Belshazzar is based upon Daniel v.
The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice; All bloodless waxed his look,
And tremulous his voice.
The wisest of the earth,
Which mar our royal mirth.”
Chaldea's seers are good,
But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters stood
Untold and awful still. And Babel's men of age
Are wise and deep in lore ; But now they were not sage,
They saw but knew no more.
A captive in the land,
A stranger and a youth,
He saw that writing's truth.
The prophecy in view; He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true.
“ Belshazzar's grave is made,
His kingdom passed away,
He, in the balance weighed,
Is light and worthless clay;
The Persian on his throne!”
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB
See 2 Kings xviii and xix for the historical incident.
'HE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
II Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
STANZAS FOR MUSIC
THERE'S NOT A JOY THE WORLD CAN GIVE
O Lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros
GRAY's Poemata These stanzas were written on hearing of the death of the Duke of Dorset, who was killed by a fall from his horse while hunting, in March, 1815. Dorset had been among Byron's warmest friends at Harrow.
“Do you remember the lines I sent you early last year? ... I mean those beginning, “There's not a joy the world can give,' etc., on which I pique myself as being the truest, though the most melancholy, I ever wrote.” — Byron's letter to Moore, March, 1816
THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes
away, When the glow of early thought declines in Feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on Youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades
so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere Youth itself be past.
1 Ashur : the highest god of the Assyrians; but the word here stands for the country of Assyria itself.
Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness
Then the mortal coldness of the soul like Death itself comes
down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears.
Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the
breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope
'T is but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.
Oh, could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been,
scene; As springs, in deserts found, seem sweet, all brackish though
they be, So, midst the withered waste of life, those tears would flow to