The Poetry Corner

A Picture At Newstead

By Matthew Arnold

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 the childs reason flickered, and did die. Painted (he willd it) in the gallery They hang; the picture doth the story tell. Behold the stern, maild father, staff in hand! The little fair-haird 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 Byrons woe more tragic far.