1817 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Lord Byron

Harriet, "Sonnet, written after reading the third Canto of Lord Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" American Beacon [Norfolk VA] (21 February 1817).



Byron! thy very soul is poetry,
And as I read thy burning lines, I feel
My heart within my throbbing bosom reel,
And fast tears bathe my cheeks and fill mine eye.
Byron! thine eye "in a fine phrenzy" rolls,
But 'tis a jaundic'd eye, and yellow seem
All objects to its joy-withering beam,
Yet has it magic power o'er kindred souls.
Byron! thou canst not die, while song shall live;
The flower must wither, and the sun must set,
But man must woman, woman man forget:
Nor can a feeling heart on earth survive,
E're man or woman, can refuse thy lays,
The soothing breath of sympathy and praise.
[From the New-York Evening Post]