FOOTNOTES:
"Their praise is hymn'd by loftier hearts than mine,
Yet one I would select from that proud throng,
Partly because they blend me with his line,
And partly that I did his sire some wrong."
[90] See Medwin.
"In the shade of her bower, I remember the hour
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
By another possest, may she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere;
With a sigh I resign what I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear."
"The Tear" (October, 1806).
[92] She had been obliged to separate from her husband, who returned her sacrifices by bad and even brutal treatment.
"Oh! she was changed
As by the sickness of the soul; her mind
Had wandered from its dwelling, and her eyes
They had not their own lustre, but the look
Which is not of the earth; she was become
The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts
Were combinations of disjointed things;
And forms impalpable and unperceived
Of others' sight familiar were to hers.
And this the world calls frenzy."
[94] "Childe Harold," canto iv.
[95] Ibid.
[96] See his "Life in Italy."
[97] M. Janet.