CONTENTS OF VOL. IX.

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OCCASIONAL PIECES: WRITTEN IN 1811-13.

Lines written beneath a Picture

Substitute for an Epitaph

Translation of the famous Greek War Song (AFÛTE

παϊδες, &c.]

Translation of the Romaic Song [Μπενω μες πέρι-

βόλι, &c.]

Lines in the Travellers' Book at Orchomenus

On Parting

Epitaph for Joseph Blackett, late Poet and Shoe-

maker

On Moore's last Operatic Farce, or Farcical Opera

Epistle to a Friend, in answer to some Lines exhort-

ing the Author to be cheerful, and to “ banish

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Stanzas [“ If sometimes,” &c.]

On a Cornelian Heart which was broken

Lines to a Lady weeping

“ The Chain I gave,” &c. From the Turkish

Lines written on a Blank Leaf of " The Pleasures

of Memory”

Address, spoken at the opening of Drury Lane

Theatre, Saturday, October 10. 1812

To Time

Translation of a Romaic Love Song

Stanzas [“ Thou art not false,” &c.]

On being asked what was the “ Origin of Love"

Stanzas [“ Remember Him,” &c.]

On Lord Thurlow's Poems

To Lord Thurlow

To Thomas Moore. Written the Evening before

his Visit to Mr. Leigh Hunt in Cold Bath Fields

Prison

Impromptu [“ When from the Heart where Sorrow

sits ”]

Sonnet, to Genevra

Sonnet, to the Same

From the Portuguese [“ Tu mi chamas ”]

Another Version

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Remarks on the Romaic, or Modern Greek Lan-

guage; with Specimens and Translations

The opposite engraving presents a fac-simile of Stanza xcii. of the third canto of “ Childe Harold," as dashed off by Lord Byron, in June, 1816, during one of his evening excursions on the Lake of Geneva. The reader will find Sir Walter's Scott's opinion of this Stanza at p. 174. Vol. VIII.

The sky is changed !- and such a change! Oh night,
And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among
Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud,
But every mountain now hath found a tongue,

And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,
Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud !