And the rings of chestnut hair XVII. The parting prayers are said and over Shall ne'er approach his haughty eye. Those eyes which would not brook such blind; 46 'No-yours my forfeit blood and breath— These hands are chain'd-but let me die At least with an unshackled eye- Without display, without parade; His heart was wean'd from earthly feeling; No thought but heaven-no word but prayer- XVIII. Still as the lips that closed in death, But no more thrilling noise rose there So madly shrill, so passing wild? XIX. Hugo is fallen; and, from that hour, Her name as if she ne'er had been- At least the knight's who died that day, Like dust beneath the coffin lid: And won to heaven her dreary road, By blighted and remorseful years Of scourge, and fast, and sleepless tears; For that dark love she dared to feel; Or if, upon the moment smote, She died by tortures less remote ; Like him she saw upon the block, With heart that shared the headsman's shock, In quicken'd brokenness that came, In pity, o'er her shatter'd frame, None knew-and none can ever know: But whatsoe'er its end below, Her life began and closed in wo! 3 XX. And Azo found another bride, And never smile his brow unbended, And o'er that fair broad brow were wrought The intersected lines of thought; Which the Soul's war doth leave behind. A heart which shunn'd itself-and yet And cherish'd most where least reveal'd. That they had wrought their doom of ill; If lopp'd with care a strength may give, And never more a leaf reveals. NOTES TO PARISINA. I. As twilight melts beneath the moon away. Page 176, line 14. The lines contained in Section I. were printed as set to music some time since; but belonged to the poem where they now appear, the greater part of which was composed prior to "Lara," and other compositions since published. 2. That should have won as haught a crest. Ja beautiful and ingenious youth. Parisina Malates ta, second wife of Niccolo, like the generality of step-mothers, treated him with little kindness, to the infinite regret of the Marquis, who regarded him with fond partiality. One day she asked leave of her husband to undertake a certain journey, to which he consented, but upon condition that Ugo should bear her company; for he hoped by these means to induce her, in the end, to lay aside the obstinate aversion which she had conceived against him. And indeed his intent was accomplished but too well, since, during the journey, she not only divested herself of all her hatred, but fell into the opposite extreme. After their return, the Marquis had no longer any occasion to renew his former reproofs. It happened one day that a servant of the Marquis, named Zoese, or, as some call him, Giorgio, passing before the apartments of Parisina, saw going out from them one of her chambermaids, all terrified and in tears. Asking the reason, she told Her life began and closed in wo. him that her mistress, for some slight offence, had Page 180, line 109. been beating her; and, giving vent to her rage, she "This turned out a calamitous year for the people added, that she could easily be revenged, if she of Ferrara, for there occurred a very tragical event chose to make known the criminal familiarity which in the court of their sovereign. Our annals, both subsisted between Parisina and her step-son. The printed and in manuscript, with the exception of servant took note of the words, and related them to the unpolished and negligent work of Sardi, and his master. He was astounded thereat, but scarceone other, have given the following relation of it, ly believing his ears, he assured himself of the from which, however, are rejected many details, and fact, alas! too clearly, on the 18th of May, by especially the narrative of Bandelli, who wrote a looking through a hole made in the ceiling of his century afterwards, and who does not accord with wife's chamber. Instantly he broke into a furious the contemporary historians. rage, and arrested both of them, together with Aldobrandino Rangoni, of Modena, her gentleman, and also, as some say, two of the women of her 3. "By the above-mentioned Stella dell' Assassino, the Marquis, in the year 1405, had a son called Ugo, chamber, as abettors of this sinful act. He ordered "The Marquis kept watch the whole of that them to be brought to a hasty trial, desiring the dreadful night, and, as he was walking backwards judges to pronounce sentence, in the accustomed and forwards, inquired of the captain of the castle forms, upon the culprits. This sentence was death. if Ugo was dead yet? who answered him, Yes. He Some there were that bestirred themselves in favor then gave himself up to the most desperate lamenof the delinquents, and, among others, Ugoccion tations, exclaiming, Oh! that I too were dead, Contrario, who was all powerful with Niccolo, and since I have been hurried on to resolve thus against also his aged and much deserving minister, Alberto my own Ugo!' And then, gnawing with his teeth dal Sale. Both of these, their tears flowing down a cane which he had in his hand, he passed the rest their cheeks, and upon their knees, implored him of the night in sighs and in tears, calling frequently for mercy adducing whatever reasons they could upon his own dear Ugo. On the following day, suggest for sparing the offenders, besides those mo- calling to mind that it would be necessary to make tives of honor and decency which might persuade public his justification, seeing that the transaction him to conceal from the public so scandalous a deed. could not be kept secret, he ordered the narrative But his rage made him inflexible, and, on the in- to be drawn out upon paper, and sent it to all the stant, he commanded that the sentence should be courts of Italy. put in execution. "On receiving this advice, the Doge of Venice, "It was, then, in the prisons of the castle, and Francesco Foscari, gave orders, but without pubexactly in those frightful dungeons which are seen lishing his reasons, that stop should be put to the at this day beneath the chamber called the Aurora, preparations for a tournament, which, under the at the foot of the Lion's tower, at the top of the auspices of the Marquis, and at the expense of the street Giovecca, that on the night of the 21st of city of Padua, was about to take place, in the May were beheaded, first Ugo, and afterwards Pari-square of St. Mark, in order to celebrate his adsina. Zoese, he that accused her, conducted the vancement to the ducal chair. latter under his arm to the place of punishment. "The Marquis, in addition to what he had already She, all along, fancied that she was to be thrown done, from some unaccountable burst of vengeance, into a pit, and asked at every step, whether commanded that as many of the married women as she was yet come to the spot? She was told were well known to him to be faithless, like his that her punishment was the axe. She inquired Parisina, should, like her, be beheaded. Amongst what was become of Ugo, and received for answer, others, Barberina, or, as some call her, Laodamia that he was already dead; at the which, sighing Romei, wife of the court judge, underwent this sengrievously, she exclaimed, Now, then, I wish not tence, at the usual place of execution, that is to myself to live; and, being come to the block, she say, in the quarter of St. Giacomo, opposite the stripped herself with her own hands of all her orna- present fortress, beyond St. Paul's. It cannot be ments, and wrapping a cloth around her head, sub- told how strange appeared this proceeding in a mitted to the fatal stroke, which terminated the prince, who, considering his own disposition, should, cruel scene. The same was done with Rangoni, as it seemed, have been in such cases most indulwho, together with the others, according to two gent. Some, however, there were, who did not fail calendars in the library of St. Francesco, was buried to commend him." * in the cemetery of that convent. Nothing else is known respecting the women. Frizzi-History of Ferrara. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON ; A FABLE. SONNET ON CHILLON. ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind! To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar-for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! -May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. I. My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,2 As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those Proud of Persecution's rage; Of whom this wreck is left the last. II. There are seven pillars of gothic mould, A sunbeam which hath lost its way, For in these limbs its teeth remain, III. They chain'd us each to a column stone, But even these at length grew cold. A grating sound-not full and free IV. I was the eldest of the three, And to uphold and cheer the rest I ought to do and did my bestAnd each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him-with eyes as blue as heaven, For him my soul was sorely moved; And truly might it be distrest To see such bird in such a nest; For he was beautiful as day (When day was beautiful to me As to young eagles, being free)— A polar day, which will not see A sunset till its summer's gone, Its sleepless summer of long light, The snow-clad offspring of the sun; And thus he was as pure and bright, And in his natural spirit gay, With tears for nought but others' ills, V. The other was as pure of mind, With joy :-but not in chains to pine: And so perchance in sooth did mine; Had follow'd there the deer and wolf; VI. Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls; A thousand feet in depth below Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd; And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high, And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake, unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see VII. I said my nearer brother pined, For we were used to hunter's fare, I might have spared my idle prayer- VIII. But he, the favorite and the flower, So tearless, yet so tender-kind, An eye of most transparent light, |