.# toimt mujmMXONS 'D]MJ1LDE EIAIROILBo A 1 If n "J D II G> F 1L (D M © © M e v. fS, J> t /.< DUKE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Treasure %)om Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Duke University Libraries http://archive.org/details/thirtyillustrati01artu <^. 7 -f*^ THIRTY ILLUSTRATIONS OF CHILDE HAROLD. THE ORIGINAL DRAWINGS PRODUCED EXPRESSLY FOR THE ART-UNION OF LONDON. 1855. Mex in tjje Sllustrntinns. NO. CANTO. STANZA. ARTIST. ENGRAVER. I. I. 7 . R W. HULME . J. L. WILLIAMS. 11. 9 . JAMES GODWIN DALZIEL. 111. 12 C. W. COPE, R.A. J. THOMPSON. IV. 13 T. FAED W J. LINTON. V. 16 J. HOLLAND W. MEASOM. VI. 20 J. GILBERT H. D. LINTON. VII. 48 R. ANSDELL W. T. GREEN. VIIL 07 G. DODGSON H. D. LINTON. IX. "2 H. C. SELOUS . F. J. SMYTH. X. 76 LAKE PRICE W. MEASOM. XI. 88 R. ANSDELL DALZIEL. XII. II. 17 E DUNCAN W. J. LINTON. XIV. 52 P. GOODALL, A.R.A. W. T. GREEN. XV. III. 24 C. W. COPE, R.A. J. THOMPSON. XVI. 27 G. DODGSON M. JACKSON. XVII. 28 J. TENNIEL DALZIEL. XVIII. 46 F. W. HULME . W. T. GREEN. XIX. 43 H. C. SELOUS F. J. SMYTH. XX. 49 J. TENNIEL DALZIEL. XXI. 55 E. H. CORBOULD DALZIEL. XXII. 96 W. L. LEITCH . W. MEASOM. xxni. IV. 1 LAKE PRICE J. L. WILLIAMS. XXIV. 4 J. HOLLAND W. MEASOM. XXV. 12 S. A. HART, R.A. H. D. LINTON. XXVI. 36 E. H. WEHNERT W. J. LINTON. XXVII. 54 S. A. HART, R.A. H. D. LINTON. XXVIII. , 114 JAMES GODWIN DALZIEL. XXIX. 118 T. FAED W. J. LINTON. XXIX*. 174 W L. LEITCH . W. MEASOM. XXX. 1 . „ 179, 180 E. DUNCAN W. J. LINTON A change of one oj the subjects, at the desire of the Artist, lias deranged the order of the Cuts- No. xm. is omitted, and xxix*. introduced. LONDON : PRINTED BY G. BARCLAY, CASTLE ST. LEICESTER £ / Tv- R , 37 C. I. St. 7. The Childe departed from his father's hall : It was a vast and venerable pile ; So old, it seemed only not to fall, Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle. C. T. St. 9. Yea ! none did love him — not his lemans dear — But pomp and power alone are woman's care, And where these are light Eros finds a feere ; Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair. C. I. St. 12. The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew, As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view, And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then, it may be, of his wish to roam Repented he, but in his bosom slept The silent thought, nor from his lips did come One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept, And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept. C. I. St. 13, 4. Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and one above." C. I. St. 16. What beauties doth Lisboa first unfold ! Her image floating on that noble tide, Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold, But now whereon a thousand keels did ride Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied, And to the Lusians did her aid afford : A nation swoln with ignorance and pride, Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord. C. I. St. 20. And rest ye at " Our Lady's house of woe," Where frugal monks their little relics show. C. I. St. 48. How carols now the lusty muleteer ? Of love, romance, devotion is his lay, As whilome he was wont the leagues to cheer, His quick hells wildly jingling on the way ? R. ANSDKLL. \V. T. GREEX. C. I. St. 67. From morn till night, from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the revel's laughing crew, The song is heard, the rosy garland worn ; Devices quaint, and frolics ever new, Tread on each other's kibes. A long adieu He bids to sober joy that here sojourns. C. I. St. 72. Here dons, grandees, but chiefly dames abound, Skill'd in the ogle of a roguish eye, Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound ; None through their cold disdain are doom'd to die, As moon-struck bards complain, by Love's sad archery. H. C. 3EL0US. C. I. St. 76. Sudden he stops ; his eye is fixed : away, Away, thou heedless boy ! prepare the spear : Now is thy time, to perish, or display The skill that yet may check his mad career. With well-timed croupe the nimble coursers veer ; On foams the bull, but not unscathed he goes ; Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear : He flies, he wheels, distracted with his throes ; Dart follows dart ; lance, lance ; loud bellowings speak his woes. ___ C. I. St. 88. Then to the dogs resign the unhuried slain, Then to the vulture let each corse remain. 7WWI¥W'' C. II. St. 17. He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight ; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sail set, the gallant frigate tight ; Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right, The glorious mam expanding o'er the bow, The convoy spread like wild swans in then' flight, The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow. C. II. St. 52. Ne city's towers pollute tlie lovely view ; Unseen is Yanina, though not remote, Veil'd hy the screen of hills : here men are few, Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot : But, peering down each precipice, the goat Browseth ; and, pensive o'er his scatter'd flock, The little shepherd in his white capote Doth lean his boyish form along the rock, Or in his cave awaits the tempest's short-lived shock. C. HI. St. 24. Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Wbich ne'er might be repeated ; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ! J. THOMPSON. C. III. St. 27. And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. C. III. St. 28. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently-stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay, AVhich her own clay shall cover, heap'd and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial bleut ! C. III. St. 46. Away with these ! true Wisdom's world will be Within its own creation, or in thine, Maternal Nature ! for who teems like thee, Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells. r. \T. irt'LSIF.. . T. GHEKN. C. HI. St. 48. Beneath these battlements, within those walls, Power dwelt amidst her passions ; in proud state Each robber chief upheld his armed halls, Doing his evil will, nor less elate Than mightier heroes of a longer date. ISL.'Hn 3B5S, V r i : i r H. C. SELOUS. F.J. SMYTH. C. III. St. 49. In their baronial feuds and single fields, What deeds of prowess unrecorded died ! And Love, which lent a blazon to their shields, With emblems well devised by amorous pride, Through all the mail of iron hearts would glide ; But still their flame was fierceness, and drew on Keen contest and destruction near allied, And many a tower for some fair mischief won, Saw the discolour'd Ehine beneath its ruin run. J. TfcNNIEL. C. III. St. 55, 2. And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine ! C. III. St. 96. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? C. IV. St. 1. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles ! I, L. WILLIAMS. C. IV. St. 4. But unto us she bath a spell beyond Her name in story, and her long array Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway ; Ours is a trophy which will not decay With the Rialto ; Shylock and the Moor, And Pierre, can not be swept or worn away — The keystones of the arch ! though all were o'er, For us repeopled were the solitary shore. C. IV. St. 12. Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo ! Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe. C. IV. St. 36. And Tasso is their glory and their shame. Hark to his strain ! and then survey his cell ! And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame, And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell. C. IV. St. 54. In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie Ashes which make it holier, dust which is Even in itself an imniortality, Though there were nothing save the past, and this, The particle of those sublimities Which have relapsed to chaos : — here repose Angelo's, Alfieri's bones, and his, The starry Galileo, with his woes ; Here Machiavelli's earth return'd to whence it rose. U. D. LINTON C. IV. St. 114. Then turn we to her latest tribune's name, From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee, Kedeemer of dark centuries of shame — The friend of Petrarch — hope of Italy — Rienzi ! last of Romans ! While the tree Of freedom's wither'd tnmk puts forth a leaf, Even for thy tomb a garland let it be — The forum's champion, and the people's chief — Her new-born Numa thou — with reign, alas ! too brief. C. IV. St. 118. Here didst thou dwell, in this enchanted cover, Egeria ! thy all-heavenly bosom beating For the far footsteps of thy mortal lover ; The purple Midnight veil'd that mystic meeting With her most starry canopy, and seating Thyself by thine adorer, what befell? This cave was surely shaped out for the greeting Of an enamour'd Goddess, and the cell Haunted by holy Love — the earliest oracle! C. IV. St. 174. And near Albano's scarce divided waves Sliiue from a sister valley ; — and afar The Tiber 'winds, and the broad ocean laves The Latian coast, where sprang the Epic war, " Arms and the Man," whose re-ascending star Rose o'er an empire : — -but beneath thy right Tully reposed from Rome ; — and where yon bar Of girdling mountains intercepts the sight The Sabine farm was till'd, the weary bard's delight. C. IV. St. 179. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. 180. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him aa;ain to earth :