text:  See on yon rock a maiden's form Far o'er the wave a white robe flashing Around before the blackening storm On the loud beach the billows dashing; Along the waves now red now pale The lightning-glare incessant gleameth; Whirling and fluttering in the gale The snowy robe incessant streameth; Fair is that sea in blackening storm And fair that sky with lightnings riven But fairer far that maiden form Than wave or flash or stormy heaven! * * * * * We now come to one of the most remarkable lyric productions of our Poet's genius the "General;" and in order that our readers may be enabled to understand and appreciate this exquisite little poem we shall preface it with a few remarks of an explanatory character; as the _details_ at least of the events upon which it is founded may not be so generally known in England as they are in Russia