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Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear;
SINCE our Country, our God—Oh, my Sire!
Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow—-
And the voice of my mourning is o’er,
And of this, oh, my Father! be sure
That the blood of thy child is as pure
As the blessing I beg ere it flow,
And the last thought that soothes me below.’
3 [J ephtha vowed, if he was victorious over the Ammonites, that whatever came forth from his house to meet him should be offered for a burnt offering. His daughter was the first to greet him, and at her own request——aft/er bewailing her childless lot two months upon the mountains—she was sacrificed by her father. This is the version of the Bible history adopted by Lord Byron ; but according to another interpretation, which agrees equally well with the original Hebrew of the vow, and better with the general tenor of the narrative, she was merely devoted to a single life.]
When this blood of thy giving hath gush’d,
And forget not I smiled as I died!
OH! SNATCH’D AWAY IN BEAUTY’S BLOOM.
Ofll snatch’d away in beaut-y’s bloom,
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Away ! we know that tears are vain,
That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain?
Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou—who tell’st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
MY soul is dark-Oh! quickly string ~
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
I SAW THEE WEEP.
I sAw thee weep—the big bright tear
And then methought it did appear
I saw thee smile—the sapphire’s blaze
It could not match the living rays
4 [“ 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.”— N ArrIAN.]
THoU whose spell can raise the dead,
Earth yaWn’d ; he stood the centre of a cloud:
His hand was wither’d, and his veins were dry;
At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke.
“Why is my sleep disquieted?
Is it thou, O King? Behold,
Such shalt thou be, such thy Son.
To thy heart thy hand shall guide :
5 [“Since we have spoken of Witches,” said Lord Byron at Cephalonia, in 1823, “ what think you of the witch of Eudor ‘I 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.”]