Was banish'd from each lip and ear, Like dust beneath the coffin lid: And won to heaven her dreary road, For that dark love she dared to feel; She died by tortures less remote, Like him she saw upon the block, With heart that shared the headsman's shock, In quicken'd brokenness that came, In pity o'er her shatter'd frame, None knew-and none can ever know: But whatsoe'er its end below, Her life began and closed in woe! XX. And Azo found another bride, But never tear his cheek descended, And never smile his brow unbended; And o'er that fair broad brow were wrought The intersected lines of thought; Those furrows which the burning share Of Sorrow ploughs untimely there ; Scars of the lacerating mind Which the Soul's war doth leave behind. If lopp'd with care, a strength may give, By which the rest shall bloom and live All greenly fresh and wildly free: But if the lightning, in its wrath, The waving boughs with fury scathe, And never more a leaf reveals." 6 [In Parisina there is no tumult or stir. It is all sadness, and pity, and terror. There is too much of horror, perhaps, in the circumstances; but the writing is beautiful throughout, and the whole wrapped in a rich and redundant veil of poetry, where every thing breathes the pure essence of genius and sensibility.-JEFFREY. |