17.12.2012, 13:07
THE AUTHOR OF " CHILDE HAROLD."
Some names there are, like nature's beauty ne'er
Will age with time, for still her lustrous brow
Resplendent is whatever tempests blow,
And again in loveliness will appear ;
E'en such an one is that of Byron, —
who Will think it e'er can pall upon the mind,
A charm possessing, as if were enshrin'd
Mysteries like those beneath heaven's hue ?
Howe'er detracting clouds may gather round
Genius, potent as the transcendant sun,
Freely disperses, that no envious one
Interposes, darkly the view to bound ;
Nor is this fancy, reality will spring,
And bind with unadorned truth her agile wing.
Some names there are, like nature's beauty ne'er
Will age with time, for still her lustrous brow
Resplendent is whatever tempests blow,
And again in loveliness will appear ;
E'en such an one is that of Byron, —
who Will think it e'er can pall upon the mind,
A charm possessing, as if were enshrin'd
Mysteries like those beneath heaven's hue ?
Howe'er detracting clouds may gather round
Genius, potent as the transcendant sun,
Freely disperses, that no envious one
Interposes, darkly the view to bound ;
Nor is this fancy, reality will spring,
And bind with unadorned truth her agile wing.