efractory Janizaries.

[358] This tuft, or long lock, is left from a superstition that Mahomet
will draw them into Paradise by it.

[pm] {469} _Deep in the tide of their lost blood lying_.--[MS. G.
Copy.]

[359] ["Than the mangled corpse in its own blood lying."--Gifford.]

[pn] _Than the rotting dead_----.--[MS. G. erased.]

[360] [Strike out--

"Scorch'd with the death-thirst, and writhing in vain,
Than the perishing dead who are past all pain."

What is a "perishing dead"?--Gifford.]

[361] [Lines 487, 488 are inserted in the copy in Byron's handwriting.]

[po] _And when all_----.--[MS. G.]

[362] ["O'er the weltering _limbs_ of the tombless dead."--Gifford.]

[pp]
_All that liveth on man will prey_,
_All rejoicing in his decay,_
or,
_Nature rejoicing in his decay_.
_All that can kindle dismay and disgust_
_Follow his frame from the bier to the dust._--[MS. G. erased.]

[pq] {470}
----_it hath left no more_
_Of the mightiest things that have gone before_.--[MS. G. erased.]

[363] [Omit this couplet.--Gifford.]

[pr] After this follows in the MS. erased--

_Monuments that the coming age_
_Leaves to the spoil of the season's rage_--
_Till Ruin makes the relics scarce_,
_Then Learning acts her solemn farce_,
_And, roaming through the marble waste_,
_Prates of beauty, art, and taste_.

XIX.

_That Temple was more in the midst of the plain_--
or,
_What of that shrine did yet remain_
_Lay to his left more in midst of the plain_.--[MS. G.]

[364] [From this all is beautiful to--"He saw not--he knew not--but
nothing is there."--Gifford. For "pillar's base," compare _Childe
Harold_, Canto II. stanza x. line 2, _Poetical Works_, 1899, ii. 105.]

[ps] {471} _Is it the wind that through the stone._ or,----_o'er the
heavy stone_.--[MS. G. erased.]

[365] I must here acknowledge a close, though unintentional, resemblance
in these twelve lines to a passage in an unpublished poem of Mr.
Coleridge, called "Christabel." It was not till after these lines were
written that I heard that wild and singularly original and beautiful
poem recited; and the MS. of that production I never saw till very
recently, by the kindness of Mr. Coleridge himself, who, I hope, is
convinced that I have not been a wilful plagiarist. The original idea
undoubtedly pertains to Mr. Coleridge, whose poem has been