Teach me too early taught by thee! It fain would form my hope in heaven! -- LINES WRITTEN BY LORD BYRON IN GREECE-BEING THE LAST HE EVER COMPOSED. Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824. On this day I complete my thirty-sixth year. 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it has ceased to move; My days are in the yellow leaf, The flowers and fruits of love are gone, The fire that in my bosom preys, The hopes, the fears, the jealous care, But 'tis not here-it is not here Such thoughts should shake my soul; nor now- The sword, the banner, and the field, Awake! not Greece!-she is awake!- I tread reviving passions down, If thou regret thy youth-why live!- Seek out-less often sought than found, Answer to verses sent by a friend to the Author.. 141 Calmar and Örla, The Death of. Granta, a Medley. Harrow on the Hill, On the distant View of Lines written beneath an Elm I would I were a Careless Child Horace, Translation from 162 80, 81, 82 74 149 129 85 180 . 171 136 78 69 131 . 132 69, 89 179 89 93 183 75 175 Lesbia, To Lines written in Letters of an Italian Nun Lines addressed to the Rev. J. T. Becher 167 97- 71 161 84 Love's last Adieu. 99 On a change of Masters at a Great Public School . . 85 Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq.. 134 Romance, To 139 Translation of the Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus. . Translation from the Medea of Euripides When I roved a young Highlander. 73 124 177 Woman, To. 95 |