Hadst nought to dread-in thy own weakness shielded, And in my love, which hath but too much yielded, And spared, for thy sake, some I should not spare; And thus upon the world -trust in thy truth, And the wild fame of my ungovern'd youthOn things that were not, and on things that are Even upon such a basis hast thou built And hew'd down, with an unsuspected sword, Equivocations, and the thoughts which dwell Which learns to lie with silence-the pretext The means were worthy, and the end is won- Notes to Domestic Pieces. 1. ["I send you my last night's dream, and request to have fifty copies struck off, for private distribution. I wish Mr Gifford to look at them. They are from life." -Lord B. to Mr Murray, March 30, 1816.] 2. [These beautiful verses, so expressive of the writer's wounded feelings at the moment, were written in July, at the Campagne Diodati, near Geneva. "Be careful, he says, "in printing the stanzas beginning, Though the day of my destiny's,' &c., which I think well of as a composition."] 3. [These stanzas-" than which," says the Quarterly Review, for January 1831, "there is nothing perhaps more mournfully and desolately beautiful in the whole range of Lord Byron's poetry," were also written at Diodati, and sent home to be published if Mrs Leigh should consent. She decided the other way, and the epistle was not printed till 1830.] 4. [Admiral Byron was remarkable for never making a voyage without a tempest. He was known to the sailors by the facetious name of "Foul-weather Jack."] MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN, SPOKEN AT DRURY-LANE THEATRE. ·:0: WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day A holy concord, and a bright regret, A glorious sympathy with suns that set? Even as the tenderness that hour instils |