Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
Stanzas on the Death of Lord Byron
“ That generous heart where genius thrill'd divine, Hath spent its last most glorious throb for thee— Then sank amid the storm that made thy children free! Britannia's Poet! Graecia's hero, sleeps! And Freedom, bending o'er the breathless clay, Lifts up her voice, and in her anguish weeps! For us, a night hath clouded o'er our day, And hush'd the lips that breath'd our fairest lay. ”
