1 am too well avenged!-but 'twas my right; Mercy is for the merciful!-If thou Hast been of such, 'twill be accorded now. Thy nights are banish'd from the realms of sleep!- I have had many foes, but none like thee; For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend, But thou in safe implacability Hadst nought to dread-in thine own weakness shielded, And in my love, which hath but too much yielded, On things that were not, and on things that are— Which, but for this cold treason of thy heart, All found a place in thy philosophy, September, 1816. STANZAS. "COULD LOVE FOR EVER.' COULD Love for ever Run like a river, And Time's endeavor Be tried in vain No other pleasure With this could measure; And like a treasure We'd hug the chain. But since our sighing Ends not in dying, And, form'd for flying, In the original manuscript of the first Canto of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage THE THIRD ACT OF MANFRED, were the following lines, for which those to Inez, page 27, were substituted:] IN ITS ORIGINAL SHAPE, AS FIRST SENT TO THR Thou may'st retire. [Exit HERMAN.] Man. (alone.) There is a calm upon me- From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem But it is well to have known it, though but once; Re-enter HERMAN. Her. My lord, the Abbot of St. Maurice craves To greet your presence. Enter the ABBOT OF ST. MAURICE. Abbot. Thy presence honors them, and bless those Abbot. Would it were so, Count! But I would fain confer with thee alone. Man. Herman retire. What would my reverend guest? [Exit HERMAN, Abbot. Thus, without prelude;-Age and zeal, my office, And good intent, must plead my privilege ; May also be my herald. Rumors strange, Abbot. Then, hear and tremble! For the head strong wretch Who in the mail of innate hardihood Would shield himself, and battle for his sins, There is the stake on earth, and beyond earth eternal Man. Charity, most reverend father, Becomes thy lips so much more than this menace, That I would call thee back to it: but say, What wouldst thou with me? Abbot. It may be there are Things that would shake thee-but I keep them back, And give thee till to-morrow to repent. There is a gift for thee within this casket. [MANFRED opens the casket, strikes a lighɩ ̧ an¿1 burns some incense. Ho! Ashtaroth! The DEMON ASHTAROTH appears, singing as folloze The raven sits On the raven stone, And his black wing flits O'er the milk-white bone; To and fro, as the night winds blow, The carcass of the assassin swings; And there alone, on the raven-stone,* The raven flaps his dusky wings. And of unholy nature, are abroad, And busy with thy name-a noble name For centuries; may he who bears it now Transmit it unimpaired! Man. Proceed, I listen. Abbot. 'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things Which are forbidden to the search of man; The fetters creak-and his ebon beak Croaks to the close of the hollow sound And this is the tune by the light of the moon To which the witches dance their round,Merrily, merrily, cheerily, cheerily, ; Merrily, merrily speeds the ball: The dead in their shrouds, and the demons in cloud> Flock to the witches' carnival. Abbot. I fear thee not-hence-hence- Man. And what are they who do avouch these To its extremest peak-watch with him there things? Abbot. My pious brethren-the scared peasantryEven thy own vassals-who do look on thee With most unquiet eyes. Thy life's in peril. Man. Take it. Abbot. From now till sunrise; let him gaze, and know I come to save, and not destroy-Convent and all to bear him company? I would not pry into thy secret soul; But if these things be sooth, there still is time For penitence and pity: reconcile thee Man. No, this will serve for the present. Take him up. Ash. Come, friar! now an exorcism or two, With the true church, and through the church to And we shall fly the lighter. MANFRED alone. One chamber where none enter; I would give Man. Why would this fool break in on me, and The fee of what I have to come these three years, force My art to pranks fantastical ?—no matter, Re-enter HERMAN. "Twere dangerous; Content thyself with what thou know'st already. Her. Ah! Manuel! thou art elderly and wise, And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the castle Of features or of form, but mind and habits: Her. My lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset: A warrior and a reveller; he dwelt not Man. I will look on him. Doth he so? With books and solitude, nor made the night [MANFRED advances to the window of the hall. And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside Glorious orb!* the idol Of early nature, and the vigorous race Who chose thee for his shadow! thou chief star! And hearts of all who walk within thy rays! SCENE II. Her. Come, be friendly; So like it that it might be the same; the wind Look-look-the tower [Exit MANFRED. The tower's on fire. Oh, heavens and earth! what The Mountains.-The Castle of Manfred at some distance.-A Terrace before a Tower.-Time, Twilight. HERMAN, MANUEL, and other Dependants of MANFRED. sound, What dreadful sound is that? [A crash like thunder. Manuel. Help, help, there!-to the rescue of the Count, The Count's in danger,—what ho! there! approach! [The Servants, Vassals, and Peasantry ap proach, stupified with terror. If there be any of you who have heart Her. 'Tis strange enough; night after night, for And love of human kind, and will to aid moved; 'Tis all in vain [HERMAN inclining his head and listening. I hear a word Or two-but indistinctly-what is next? What's to be done? let's bear him to the castle. [MANFRED motions with his hand not to remove him. Manuel. He disapproves-and 'twere of no avail— "Twill soon be over. Her. (within.) Not so-even now methought he He changes rapidly. But it is dark-so bear him gently out- Re-enter MANUEL and HERMAN, bearing MANFRED in their arms. Manuel. Hie to the castle, some of ye, and bring What aid you can. Saddle the barb, and speed For the leech to the city-quick! some water there! Her. His cheek is black-but there is a faint beat Still lingering about the heart. Some water. [They sprinkle MANFRED with water: after a pause, he gives some signs of life To shake my gray hairs over the last chief [MANFRED having said this expires. Iler. His eyes are fix'd and lifeless.-He is gone. Manuel. Close them.-My old hand quivers.He departs Whither? I dread to think-but he is gone! |