g] ----_that looks o'er thy once holy dome_.--[MS.]

[mh]
----_o'er thy once holy wall_
_I beheld thee O Sion the day of thy fall_.--[MS. erased.]

[mi] _And forgot in their ruin_----.--[MS. erased.]

[mj] {402}
_And the red bolt_----.--[MS. erased.]
_And the thunderbolt crashed_----.--[MS.]

[302] [The following note, in Byron's handwriting, is prefixed to the
copy in Lady Byron's handwriting:--

"Dear Kinnaird,--Take only _one_ of these marked 1 and 2 [i.e. 'By
the Rivers,' etc.; and 'By the waters,' _vide_ p. 404], as both are
but different versions of the _same thought_--leave the choice to
any important person you like.
Yours,
B."]

[303] [Landor, in his "Dialogue between Southey and Porson" (_Works_,
1846, i. 69), attempted to throw ridicule on the opening lines of this
"Melody."

"A prey in 'the hue of his slaughters'! This is very pathetic; but
not more so than the thought it suggested to me, which is plainer--

'We sat down and wept by the waters
Of Camus, and thought of the day
When damsels would show their red garters
In their hurry to scamper away.'"]

[mk] {403}
_Our mute harps were hung on the willow_
_That grew by the stream of our foe_,
_And in sadness we gazed on each billow_
_That rolled on in freedom below_.--[MS, erased.]

[ml]
_On the willow that harp still hangs mutely_
_Oh Salem its sound was for thee_.--[MS. erased.]

[304] {405} [Compare--"As leaves in autumn, so the bodies fell." _The
Barons' Wars_, by Michael Drayton, Bk. II. stanza lvii.; Anderson's
_British Poets_, iii. 38.]

[mm] _And the foam of his bridle lay cold on the earth_.--[MS.]

[mn] ----_of the cliff-beating surf_.--[MS.]

[mo] _With the crow on his breast_----.--[MS.]

[mp] _And the widows of Babel_----.--[MS. erased.]

[mq] _And the voices of Israel are joyous and high_.--[MS. erased.]

POEMS 1814-1816.

POEMS 1814-1816.

FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER.

1.

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal availed on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
'Twere vain to speak--to weep--to sigh:
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,
When wrung from Guilt's expiring eye,[305]