The war, that for a space did fail, A light o'er Marmion's visage spread, With dying hand, above his head, And shouted " Victory! Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on !" Tradition, legend, tune and song, Where shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, 1806. GEORGE GORDON BYRON. Lord Byron, of variel poetic excellence, had been the unchallenged Prince of modern Poets. But that the world endorsed th' officials doom- The isle is now all desolate and bare, Its dwellings down, its tenants passed away, None but their own and father's grave is there, A portion of thy tempest and of thee, Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth. |