WHAT made my heart, at Newstead, fullest swell?-- 'Twas not the thought of Byron, of his cry Stormily sweet, his Titan agony; It was the sight of that Lord Arundel Who struck, in heat, the child he loved so well, And the child's reason flickered, and did die. Painted (he will'd it) in the gallery They hang; the picture doth the story tell. Behold the stern, mail'd father, staff in hand! The little fair-hair'd son, with vacant gaze, Where no more lights of sense or knowledge are! Methinks the woe which made that father stand Baring his dumb remorse to future days, Was woe than Byron's woe more tragic far. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEWEY IN MANILA BAY [MAY 1, 1898] by RICHARD VORHEES RISLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD LINES TO HANNAH AND PHOEBE by BERNARD BARTON MY GARDEN by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK THE QUIET WAYS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |