_--[MS. M.]

[lk] {389} _Even thou_----.--[MS. M.]

[ll]
IV.

_Nor need I write to tell the tale_,
_My pen were doubly weak;_
_Oh what can idle words avail_,
_Unless my heart could speak?_

V.

_By day or night, in weal or woe_,
_That heart no longer free_
_Must bear the love it cannot show_,
_And silent turn for thee_.--[MS. M.]

[293] [Compare "Nay, now, pry'thee weep no more! you know, ... that 'tis
sinful to murmur at ... Providence."--"And should not that reflection
check your own, my Blanche?"--"Why are your cheeks so wet? Fie! fie, my
child!"--_Romantic Tales_, by M. G. Lewis, 1808, i. 53.]

[294] [Compare "My soul is dark."--Ossian, "Oina-Morul," _The Works of
Ossian_, 1765, ii. 279.]

[295] {390} ["It was generally conceived that Lord Byron's reported
singularities approached on some occasions to derangement; and at one
period, indeed, it was very currently asserted that his intellects were
actually impaired. The report only served to amuse his Lordship. He
referred to the circumstance, and declared that he would try how a
_Madman_ could write: seizing the pen with eagerness, he for a moment
fixed his eyes in majestic wildness on vacancy; when, like a flash of
inspiration, without erasing a single word, the above verses were the
result."--_Fugitive Pieces_, 1829, p. 37.]

[296] [Compare the first _Sonnet to Genevra_ (addressed to Lady Frances
Wedderburn Webster), "Thine eye's blue tenderness."]

[lm] {392}
_He stands amidst an earthly cloud_,
_And the mist mantled o'er his floating shroud_.--[MS. erased.]

[ln] _At once and scorched beneath_----.--[MS. Copy (1, 2).]

[lo] _Bloodless are these bones_----.--[MS.]

[297] ["Since we have spoken of witches," said Lord Byron at Cephalonia,
in 1823, "what think you of the witch of Endor? I have always thought
this the finest and most finished witch-scene that ever was written or
conceived; and you will be of my opinion, if you consider all the
circumstances and the actors in the case, together with the gravity,
simplicity, and dignity of the language."--_Conversations on Religion
with Lord Byron_, by James Kennedy, M.D., London, 1830, p. 154.]

[lp] {393} _Heed not the carcase that lies in your path_.--[MS. Copy
(1).]

[lq]
----_my shield and my bow_,
_Should the ranks of your king look away from the foe_.--[MS.]

[lr] {394}
_Heir to my monarchy_----.--[MS.]