POETRY.

STANZAS-BY BYRON,
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-sS STANZAS-BY BYRON. Addressed to his Sister eouing Engnnd for Greece Though the rock ofmy last home is slliver'd,

 And iis fragments are sunk in the wave, Though feel that my soul is deliver'd

 To pain-it shall not be its slave. There is many pang to pursue me;

 They may crush, but they shall not contemn, They may torture, but shall not suI,due me,

 'Tis oi THEE that rbink-not of them. Though human, thou didst not deceive me,

 Though woman, tiiou tidst not foreake; 1h""sh loved, thou forbores: to grieve me,

 Though slandercd. thou never couldst shake. Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me.

 Though parted, t was not 10 fly; Though watchful, 'twas not 10 defame me,

 Nor mute, that the world might belle. From the wreck of the past which hath perisd, Thus much I at least may recall, 1t has taught me that what I most chersh'd

 Deserved to be dearest of alI:- In the desert a fountain is sprinsing,

 In the wild waste there still is a tree- And bird in the solitude singing, =. Which speaks to my spirit Of thee. .