LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, AT MALTA."1 I. As o'er the cold sepulchral stone i. Written in an Album.-[Editions 1812-1831.] Written in Mrs. Spencer S.'s -.--[MS. M. erased.] Written at the request of a lady in her memorandum book.— [MS. B. M. "Mrs. S. S.'s request."—Erased. MS. B. M.] 1. [The possessor of the album was, doubtless, Mrs. Spencer Smith, the "Lady" of the lines To Florence, "the sweet Florence of the Stanzas composed during a Thunderstorm, and of the Stanzas written in passing through the Ambracian Gulf, and, finally, when "The Spell is broke, the Charm is flown," the fair Florence" of stanzas xxxii., xxxiii. of the Second Canto of Childe Harold. In a letter to his mother, dated September 15, 1809, Byron writes, "This letter is committed to the charge of a very extraordinary woman, whom you have doubtless heard of, Mrs. Spencer Smith, of whose escape the Marquis de Salvo published a narrative a few years ago (Travels in the Year 1806, from Italy to England through the Tyrol, etc., containing the particulars of the liberation of Mrs. Spencer Smith from the hands of the French Police. London: 12mo, 1807). She has since been shipwrecked, and her life has been from its commencement so fertile in remarkable incidents, that in a romance they would appear improbable. She was born at Constantinople [circ. 1785], where her father, Baron Herbert, was Austrian Ambassador; married unhappily, yet has never been impeached in point of character; excited the vengeance of Buonaparte by a part in some conspiracy; several times risked her life; and is not yet twentyfive." John Spencer Smith, the "Lady's" husband, was a younger brother of Admiral Sir Sidney Smith, the hero of the siege of Acre. He began life as a Page of Honour to Queen Charlotte, was, afterwards, attached to the Turkish Embassy, and (May 4, 1798) appointed Minister Plenipotentiary. On January 5, 1799, he concluded the treaty of defensive alliance with the Porte; and, October 30, 1799, obtained the freedom of the Black Sea for the English flag (see Remains of the late John Tweddell. London: 1815. See, too, for Mrs. Spencer Smith, Letters, 1898, i. 244, 245, note 1).] 2. And when by thee that name is read, And think my Heart is buried here. Malta, September 14, 1809 [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).] TO FLORENCE. I. OH Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth, 2. Yet here, amidst this barren isle, Where panting Nature droops the head, 3. Though far from Albin's craggy shore, 4. But wheresoe'er I now may roam, 5. On thee, in whom at once conspire All charms which heedless hearts can move, Whom but to see is to admire, And, oh! forgive the word-to love. 6. Forgive the word, in one who ne'er 7. And who so cold as look on thee, Nor be, what man should ever be, 8. Ah! who would think that form had past Through Danger's most destructive path," Had braved the death-winged tempest's blast, And 'scaped a Tyrant's fiercer wrath? 9. Lady! when I shall view the walls The Turkish tyrants now enclose; i. Through giant Danger's rugged path.-[MS. M.] IO. Though mightiest in the lists of fame, That glorious city still shall be; On me 'twill hold a dearer claim, II. And though I bid thee now farewell, Since where thou art I may not dwell "Twill soothe to be where thou hast been. September, 1809. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4:0) STANZAS COMPOSED DURING A THUNDER STORM. 1 I. CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast, i. Stanzas. [1812.] 1. Composed Oct. 11, 1809, during the night in a thunderstorm, when the guides had lost the road to Zitza, near the range of mountains formerly called Pindus, in Albania. [Editions 1812-1831.] [This thunderstorm occurred during the night of the 11th October, 1809, when Lord Byron's guides had lost the road to Zitza, near the range of mountains formerly called Pindus, in Albania. Hobhouse, who had ridden on before the rest of the party, and arrived at Zitza just as the evening set in, describes the thunder as rolling "without intermission-the echoes of one peal had not ceased to roll in the mountains, before another tremendous crash burst over our heads, whilst the plains and the distant hills, visible through the cracks in the cabin, appeared in a perpetual blaze. The tempest was altogether terrific, and worthy of the Grecian Jove. Lord Byron, with the priest and the servants, did not enter our hut before three (in the morning). I now learnt from him that they had lost their way, . . . And angry clouds are pouring fast 2. Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, But show where rocks our path have crost, Is 3. yon a cot I saw, though low? When lightning broke the gloom How welcome were its shade !—ah, no ! "Tis but a Turkish tomb. 4. Through sounds of foaming waterfalls, I hear a voice exclaim My way-worn countryman, who calls 5. A shot is fired-by foe or friend? The mountain-peasants to descend, 6. Oh! who in such a night will dare To tempt the wilderness? and that after wandering up and down in total ignorance of their position, had, at last, stopped near some Turkish tombstones and a torrent, which they saw by the flashes of lightning. They had been thus exposed for nine hours. . It was long before we ceased to talk of the thunderstorm in the plain of Zitza."-Travels in Albania, 1858, i. 70, 72; Childe Harold, Canto II. stanza xlviii., Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 129, note 1.] |