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I would speak with less vehemence in reference to those poems which are generally supposed to be permeated with defiance, scorn, and misanthropy. In "Manfred" and "Cain," it was with Byron a work of art to describe the utterances of impious spirits against the sovereign rule of God.
Byron's later volumes, Manfred and Cain, the one a curious, and perhaps unconscious, parody of Faust, the other of Paradise Lost, are his two best known dramatic works. Aside from the question of their poetic value, they are interesting as voicing Byron's excessive individualism and his rebellion against society.
Harold, Lara, Manfred, and a crowd of other characters, were universally considered merely as loose incognitos of Byron; and there is every reason to believe that he meant them to be so considered.
"Father!" said he to Jerome, whom he now ceased to treat as Count of Falconara, "what mean these portents? If I have offended " the plumes were shaken with greater violence than before. "Unhappy Prince that I am," cried Manfred. "Holy Father! will you not assist me with your prayers?" "My Lord," replied Jerome, "heaven is no doubt displeased with your mockery of its servants.
And Cecil the last man in the world to turn mentor would light a cheroot, as he did to-night, and forget all about it. The boy would be right enough when he had had his swing, he thought. Bertie's philosophy was the essence of laissez-faire. He would have defied a Manfred, or an Aylmer of Aylmer's Field, to be long pursued by remorse or care if he drank the right cru and lived in the right set.
Nobody could give him the least information. At length, however, a young peasant from a neighbouring village observed that the miraculous helmet was exactly like that on the figure in black marble of Alfonso the Good, one of their former Princes, in the Church of St. Nicholas. "Villain!" cried Manfred in a tempest of rage, "how darest thou utter such treason!"
For it was amid the same obscure ravines, pine-tufted precipices and falling waters of the Alps, that he afterward placed the outcast Manfred an additional corroboration of the justness of the remarks which I ventured to offer, in adverting to his ruminations in contemplating, while yet a boy, the Malvern hills, as if they were the scenes of his impassioned childhood.
The description he has given of Manfred in his youth was of himself. My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes; The thirst of their ambition was not mine; The aim of their existence was not mine. My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger. Though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh.
My Lord, my Lord, your conscience, your guilt accuses you, and would throw the suspicion on me; but keep your daughter, and think no more of Isabella. The judgments already fallen on your house forbid me matching into it." Manfred, alarmed at the resolute tone in which Frederic delivered these words, endeavoured to pacify him.
Concluding in his jealousy that the lady was Isabella, he hastened secretly to the church. The first sounds he could distinguish in the darkness were, "Does it, alas! depend on me? Manfred will never permit our union " "No, this shall prevent it!" cried the tyrant, plunging his dagger into the bosom of the woman that spoke. "Inhuman monster!" cried Theodore, rushing on him.
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