Selected Poetry.

Cromwell Argus, Volume I, Issue 7, 22 December 1869, Page 7

Selected Poetry.

A WORD FOIt BYRON. On* word in charity: this hideous charge, Were-the lie truth,-should never,.-have beea uttered; ' > ... < ;' For Death had set Life's prisoners* a* large, And Time forgot whafjealousy had muttered. And English hearts and hearths must not ondurt The poison-fumes of a sensation story j Nor an unproyen tale, confuted, impure, Defraud na of our Byron's olassic glory. A.nd fifty years had passed -.'ahdiiU.who knew— Sinners, and" sinned against, lojqg since d«- • .-■; ...parted;, .. : ",*■• <r '' Andnothing could be sura, sB-false.or tru», About the guilty and the broken-hearted. But, to traduce tlio dead who may not speak, Through worn»ed>ont confidences of the dyings And, haply, on the innocent to wreak ' A wife's revenge, through author-craft ia lying, Demurely, wantonly, to brand with crime One whose' brief course, though not'exemptfrom error,. , , ; Has left a fame illustrious for ajl timo," > • And whose bright pages were his soul's fcro« mirror, ; ... ~• To blacken Ha "sweet sister," long in bliss, By calumhios incrediblaand hateful—• ( Oh treacherous "friend" of that false " wife"- -■ is this A deed for which to thee the world Is grs» teful No ! we denounce thee : by that widow's bed Thou satest meanly, pruriently prying ; Then—whispering low ; now—fee'd to stab thedead, And blab the slanderous secrets of the dying, MaStix P. Tcppsis.