At last He fell, and sorrow wreath'd his form, Wm. Mac Laurin, London. "So stars that shoot along the sky Seem brightest when they fall from high." 1828, Aug. 30. Sept. 12. Miss Pearson, Sheffield. Sept. 14. BYRON. Mr. Fred. Walker, Nottingham. Geo. Dakeyne. Geo. Dakeyne, jun. 63, Lincoln's Inn Fields, London. Henry Mitchell, London. Elizabeth Dakeyne. Sir Frans. S. Darwin and party. Edwin W. Field, London. Mr. Chas. Fellows, London. Robt. Hancock, Basford. Richd. Foster, Nottingham. ALBUM. 1828, Sept. 2. Jno. Savage. William Cant, London. 123 Lines composed by William Cant, who was born in the Village of Annesley Woodhouse, 1777, now residing at No. 5, Crawford St. Marylebone, London. From darkness rose a hollow sound How sad our looks, we gazed around, Thick darkness now had veil'd our mind, Did sov'reign grace with shining rays Did love's fond raptures turn to blaze, Did faith advance, while love drew near, We now can say, here Byron lay, In thoughts we view his charms, The bud's now clos'd, what sweet repose, In love's unblemish'd arms. That dust shall wake when mountains break, And sea gives up her dead, Wide open to view the fiery lake, And then the Lamb that bled Whose charms invite the Poet's flight To sing eternal lays, Darkness no more obscures the light, Transforming glory's blaze. No more thy heart provoke thy tongue, Thy lips no more sweet tunes prolong, Our languid footsteps slowly mov'd, A monument in England's pride. Go search the tombs where monarchs lay, To Golgotha thought flies away, To view the marble shores. Thought wings her way from lonesome night, From where the Poet slept, Wide o'er the sea, bright stars gave light, The widow's tears for reasons flow In deeper caverns' greater woes, Ye Grecians! naked and forlorn, Shall thy name by us be slighted? Rejoice ye hills, ye springs spread wide, Awake, kind Freedom, spread thy power, Mahomet, Prince of darkness, dead. 1828, Sept. 21. Joseph Carr, Engraver, Hound's-gate Nottingham, visited this place for the first time to witness the funeral of Lady Byron (nother of the much lamented late Lord Byron), August 9th, 1811, whose coffin plate I engraved, and now I once more revisit the spot to drop a tear, as a tribute of unfeigned respect to the mortal remains of that noble British Bard 'Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear.' Oct. 16. John Moore, Grosvenor-street West, Byron! to tread where thou hast trod-to see My destiny-and also is a bliss Which shall not from my memory pass away. And now I come to gaze upon thy grave And shrine my soul within my written name, To bend a viewless statue over thee Henry Moore, London. Henry Sayer, Surveyor, Rickmansworth, Herts. Joseph Frith, Sheffield. "All Greece shall be his monument, when the fane from which he is now excluded shall be itself a ruin and a tomb." "Sydney." 1828, Nov. 21. Dec. 1. Dec. 7. Lieut.-Colonel D'Aguilar. Eliza D'Aguilar. Lt. Colonel James Hughes, of Llysdulles. 126 ALBUM. 1829, Jan. 20. John Wilson, Manchester. "I stood beside the grave of him who blazed Pause, gentle reader, here, and weave thy wreath With earliest violets and the laughing vine: Within this consecrated wall lies one Who once was England's wildest-wayward son ; His death was sudden, and his life a waste, Those are all written in the books on high, If 'twas his dearest hope, his living line And with Britannia join her BYRON's name! W. J. Butler, Feb. 1829. |