ADVERTISEMENT.

THIS Edition is reprinted from the second English one, as the latter contains several Poems not comprised in the first. To it is subjoined the critique of the Edinburgh Review, which which gave rise to his Lordship's Poem, entitled « English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. »

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

FREDERICK, EARL OF CARLISLE,

KNIGHT OF THE GARTER, etc. etc.

THESE POEMS ARE INSCRIBED,

BY HIS OBLIGED WARD,

AND AFFECTIONATE KINSMAN,

THE AUTHOR.

ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY.

Why dost thou build the hall? Son of the winged days! Thou lookest from thy tower to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court.

I.

OSSIAN.

THRO'thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle;

Thou, the hall of my Fathers, art gone to decay; In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle Have chok'd up the rose, which late bloom'd in the way.

2.

Of the mail-cover'd Barons, who, proudly, to battle, Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain, The escutcheon and shield, which with every blast rattle, Are the only sad vestiges now that remain.

3.

No more doth old Robert, with harp-stringing numbers, Raise a flame in the breast, for the war-laurelled wreath; Near Askalon's towers, John of Horistan (1) slumbers; Unnerv'd is the hand of his minstrel, by death.

4.

Paul and Hubert too sleep in the valley of Cressy;
For the safety of Edward and England they fell;
My Fathers! the tears of your country redress ye;

How you fought, how you died, still her annals can tell.

(1) Horistan Castle, in Derbyshire, an ancient seat of the Byron Family.

5.

On Marston (1), with Rupert (2) 'gainst traitors contending,
Four brothers enriched with their blood the bleak field;
For the rights of a monarch, their country defending,
Till death their attachment to royalty seal'd.

6.

Shades of heroes, farewell! your descendant departing
From the seat of his ancestors bids you adieu!
Abroad, or at home, your remembrance imparting
New courage, he'll think upon glory and you.

7.

Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation,
'Tis nature, not fear, that excites his regret:
Far distant he goes, with the same emulation:
The fame of his Fathers he ne'er can forget.

8.

That fame, and that memory, still will he cherish,
He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown;
you will he live, or like you will he perish;
When decay'd, may he mingle his dust with your own.

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1803.

(1) The battle of Marston Moor, where the adherents of Charles I were defeated.

(2) Son of the Elector Palatine, and related to Charles I. He afterwards commanded the fleet, in the reign of Charles II.