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The Hon. Augusta Leigh from a drawing by Sir George Hayter.

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And Hope but shed a dying spark
Which more misled my lonely way;
In that deep midnight of the mind,

And that internal strife of heart,
When dreading to be deemed too kind,


The weak despair-the cold depart;
When Fortune changed-and Love fled far,
And Hatred's shafts flew thick and fast,
Thou wert the solitary star L

Which rose and set not to the last..
Oh! blest be thine unbroken light!

That watched me as a Seraph's eye,
And stood between me and the night,
For ever shining sweetly nigh.
And when the cloud upon us came,iv.

Which strove to blacken o'er thy ray-
Then purer spread its gentle flame,vi

And dashed the darkness all away.
Still may thy Spirit dwell on mine,vii.
And teach it what to brave or brook-

i. When Friendship shook -.-[MS. M.]
ii. Thine was the solitary star.—[MS. M.]
iii. Which rose above me to the last.-[MS. M.]
iv. And when the cloud between us came.-[MS. M.]

And when the cloud upon me came.-[Copy C. H.]
v. Which would have close on that last ray.-MS. M.]
vi. Then stiller stood the gentle Flame.-[MS. M.]
vii. Still may thy Spirit sit on mine. - [MS. M.]

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parting tribute to her whose tenderness had been his sole consolation in the crisis of domestic misery-were, we believe, the last verses written by Lord Byron in England. In a note to Mr. Rogers, dated April 16 [1816], he says, "My sister is now with me, and leaves town to-morrow; we shall not meet again for some time at all events-if ever! and under these circumstances I trust to stand excused to you and Mr. Sheridan, for being unable to wait upon him this evening."-Note to Edition of 1832, x. 193.

A fair copy, broken up into stanzas, is endorsed by Murray, "Given to me (and I believe composed by L B.), Friday, April 12, 1816."]


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