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What made my heart, at Newstead, fullest swell? --
'Twas not the thought of Byron, of his cry / Stormily sweet, his Titan agony; / It was the sight of that Lord Arundel / Who struck, in heat, the child he loved so well, / And his child's reason flicker'd, and did die.
Painted (he will'd it) in the gallery / They hang; the picture doth the story tell.
Behold the stern, mail'd father, staff in hand!
The little fair-hair'd son, with vacant gaze, / Where no more lights of sense or knowledge are!
Methinks the woe, which made that father stand / Baring his dumb remorse to future days, / Was woe than Byron's woe more tragic far.