Note 37 — LIFE OF LORD BYRON. (continued 2)
Reading edition
Among the unpublished verses of his in my possession, I find the following fragment, written not long after this period:—
"Hills of Annesley, bleak and barren, Where my thoughtless childhood stray'd, How the northern tempests, warring, Howl above thy tufted shade!
"Now no more, the hours beguiling, Former favourite haunts I see; Now no more my Mary smiling, Makes ye seem a heaven to me."