]
Bowles replied to Campbell's Introductory Essay to his _Specimens of the
English Poets_, 7 vols.
Bowles replied to Campbell's Introductory Essay to his _Specimens of the
English Poets_, 7 vols.
Byron
]
To the Editor of the _Morning Post_.
Sir,--A copy of verses, to the tune of '_My boy Tammy_,' are repeated
in literary circles, and said to be written by a Noble Lord of the
highest poetical fame, upon his quondam friend and annotator. My memory
does not enable me to repeat more than the first two verses quite
accurately, but the humourous spirit of the Song may be gathered from
these:--
1.
Why were you put in Lob's pond,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
For telling folks to pull the House
By the ears into the Lobby O!
2.
Who are your grand Reformers now,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
There's me and BURDETT,--gentlemen,
And Blackguards HUNT and COBBY O!
3.
Have you no other friends but these,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
Yes, Southwark's Knight,[*] the County BYNG,
And in the City, BOBBY O!
[*] "Southwark's Knight" was General Sir Robert Thomas Wilson
(1777-1849), who was returned for Southwark in 1818, and again in 1820;
"County Byng" was George Byng, M. P. for Middlesex; and "Bobby" was Sir
Robert Waithman (1764-1833), who represented the City of London in 1818,
but lost his seat to Sir William Curtis in 1820. All these were advanced
Liberals, and, as such, Parliamentary friends of Hobhouse.
4.
How do you recreate yourselves,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
We spout with tavern Radicals,
And drink with them hob-nobby O!
5.
What purpose can such folly work,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
It gives our partisans a chance
Watches to twitch from fob-by O!
6.
Have they no higher game in view,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
Oh yes; to stir the people up,
And then to head the mob-by O.
7.
But sure they'll at their ruin pause,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
No! they'd see King and Parliament
Both d--d without a sob-by O!
8.
But, if they fail, they'll be hanged up,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
Why, then, they'll swing, like better men,
And that will end the job-by O!
PHILO-RADICLE.
April 15, 1820. "
LINES
ADDRESSED BY LORD BYRON TO MR. HOBHOUSE
ON HIS ELECTION FOR WESTMINSTER. [114]
WOULD you go to the house by the true gate,
Much faster than ever Whig Charley went;
Let Parliament send you to Newgate,
And Newgate will send you to Parliament.
_April 9, 1820_.
[First published, _Miscellaneous Poems_, printed for
J. Bumpus, 1824. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[114] ["I send you 'a Song of Triumph,' by W. Botherby, Esq^re^ price
sixpence, on the election of J. C. H. , Esqre. , for Westminster (_not_ for
publication). "--Letter to Murray, April 9, 1820, _Letters_, 1901, v. 6. ]
A VOLUME OF NONSENSE.
DEAR MURRAY,--
You ask for a "_Volume of Nonsense_,"
Have all of your authors exhausted their store?
I thought you had published a good deal not long since.
And doubtless the Squadron are ready with more.
But on looking again, I perceive that the Species
Of "Nonsense" you want must be purely "_facetious_;"
And, as that is the case, you had best put to press
Mr. Sotheby's tragedies now in M. S. ,
Some Syrian Sally
From common-place Gally,
Or, if you prefer the bookmaking of women,
Take a spick and span "Sketch" of your feminine _He-Man_. [115]
_Sept. 28, 1820. _
[First published, _Letters_, 1900, v. 83. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[115] [For Felicia Dorothea Browne (1793-1835), married in 1812 to
Captain Hemans, see _Letters_, iii. 368, _note_ 2. In the letter which
contains these verses he writes, "I do not despise Mrs. Heman; but if
she knit blue stockings instead of wearing them it would be better. "
Elsewhere he does despise her: "No more _modern_ poesy, I pray, neither
Mrs. Hewoman's nor any female or male Tadpole of poet
Wordsworth's. "--_Ibid. _, v. 64. ]
STANZAS. [116]
WHEN a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,
Let him combat for that of his neighbours;
Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,
And get knocked on the head for his labours.
To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan,
And is always as nobly requited;
Then battle for Freedom wherever you can,
And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.
_November 5, 1820_.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 377. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[116] [The lines were sent in a letter to Moore (November 5, 1820) by
way of _Autoepitaphium_, "if 'honour should come unlooked for' to any of
your acquaintance;" i. e. if Byron should fall in the cause of Italian
revolution, and Moore should not think him worthy of commemoration, here
was a threnody "ready at hand. "]
TO PENELOPE. [117]
JANUARY 2, 1821.
THIS day, of all our days, has done
The worst for me and you:--
'T is just _six_ years since we were _one_,
And _five_ since we were _two_.
_November 5, 1820. _
[First published, Medwin's _Conversations_, 1824, p. 106. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[117] ["For the anniversary of January 2, 1821, I have a small grateful
anticipation, which, in case of accident, I add. "--Letter to Moore,
November 5, 1820, _Letters_, 1891, v. 112. ]
THE CHARITY BALL. [118]
WHAT matter the pangs of a husband and father,
If his sorrows in exile be great or be small,
So the Pharisee's glories around her she gather,
And the saint patronises her "Charity Ball! "
What matters--a heart which, though faulty, was feeling,
Be driven to excesses which once could appal--
That the Sinner should suffer is only fair dealing,
As the Saint keeps her charity back for "the Ball! "
_December 10, 1820. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 540. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[118] [Written on seeing the following paragraph in a newspaper: "Lady
Byron is this year the lady patroness at the annual Charity Ball, given
at the Town Hall, at Hinckley, Leicestershire. . . . "--_Life_, p. 535.
Moore adds that "these verses [of which he only prints two stanzas] are
full of strong and indignant feeling,--every stanza concluding pointedly
with the words 'Charity Ball. '"]
EPIGRAM
ON THE BRAZIERS' ADDRESS TO BE PRESENTED
IN _ARMOUR_ BY THE COMPANY TO QUEEN CAROLINE. [119]
IT seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass
An Address and to bear it themselves all in brass;
A superfluous pageant, for by the Lord Harry!
They'll _find_, where they're going, much more than they carry.
Or--
THE Braziers, it seems, are determined to pass
An Address, and present it themselves all in brass:--
A superfluous {pageant/trouble} for, by the Lord Harry!
They'll find, where they're going, much more than they carry.
_January 6, 1821. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 442. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[119] [The allusion is explained in Rivington's _Annual Register_,
October 30, 1820 (vol. lxii. pp. 114, 115)--
"ADDRESSES TO THE QUEEN.
" . . . The most splendid exhibition of the day was that of the
brass-founders and braziers. The procession was headed by a man dressed
in a suit of burnished plate armour of brass, and mounted on a handsome
black horse, the reins being held by pages . . . wearing brass helmets. . . .
A man in a complete suite of brass armour . . . was followed by two
persons, bearing on a cushion a most magnificent imitation of the
imperial Crown of England. A small number of the deputation of
brass-founders were admitted to the presence of her Majesty, and one of
the persons in armour advanced to the throne, and bending on one knee,
presented the address, which was enclosed in a brass case of excellent
workmanship. "--See _Letters_, 1901, v. 219, 220, _note_ 2.
In a postscript to a letter to Murray, dated January 19, 1821, he
writes, "I sent you a line or two on the Braziers' Company last week,
_not_ for publication. The lines were even worthy
'Of ----dsworth the great metaquizzical poet,
A man of great merit amongst those who know it,
Of whose works, as I told Moore last autumn at _Mestri_
I owe all I know to my passion for _Pastry_. '"
He adds, in a footnote, "_Mestri_ and _Fusina_ are the ferry trajects to
Venice: I believe, however, that it was at Fusina that Moore and I
embarked in 1819, when Thomas came to Venice, like Coleridge's Spring,
'slowly up this way. '"
Again, in a letter to Moore, dated January 22, 1821, he encloses
slightly different versions of both epigrams, and it is worth noting
that the first line of the pendant epigram has been bowdlerized, and
runs thus--
"Of Wordsworth the grand metaquizzical poet. "
--_Letters_, 1901, v. 226, 230. ]
ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY.
JANUARY 22, 1821. [120]
THROUGH Life's dull road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragged to three-and-thirty.
What have these years left to me?
Nothing--except thirty-three.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 414. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[120] ["To-morrow is my birthday--that is to say, at twelve o' the
clock, midnight; _i. e. _ in twelve minutes I shall have completed thirty
and three years of age! ! ! and I go to my bed with a heaviness of heart
at having lived so long, and to so little purpose. * * * It is three
minutes past twelve--''Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,' and
I am now thirty-three! --
'Eheu, fugaces, Posthume, Posthume,
Labuntur anni;'--
but I don't regret them so much for what I have done, as for what I
might have done. "--Extracts from a Diary, January 21, 1821, _Letters_,
1901, v. 182.
In a letter to Moore, dated January 22, 1821, he gives another version--
"Through Life's road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragged to three-and-thirty.
What _have_ these years left to me?
Nothing--except thirty-three. "
_Ibid. _, p. 229. ]
MARTIAL, LIB. I. EPIG. I.
"Hic est, quem legis, ille, quem requiris,
Toto notus in orbe Martialis," etc.
HE, unto whom thou art so partial,
Oh, reader! is the well-known Martial,
The Epigrammatist: while living,
Give him the fame thou would'st be giving;
So shall he hear, and feel, and know it--
Post-obits rarely reach a poet.
[N. D. ? 1821. ]
[First published, _Lord Byron's Works_, 1833, xvii. 245]
BOWLES AND CAMPBELL.
cTo the air of "How now, Madam Flirt," in the _Beggar's Opera_. [121]
BOWLES.
"WHY, how now, saucy Tom?
If you thus must ramble,
I will publish some
Remarks on Mister Campbell.
Saucy Tom! "
CAMPBELL.
"WHY, how now, Billy Bowles?
Sure the priest is maudlin!
(_To the public_) How can you, d--n your souls!
Listen to his twaddling?
_Billy Bowles_! "
_February 22, 1821. _
[First published, _The Liberal_, 1823, No. II. p. 398. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[121] [Compare the Beggar's Opera, act ii. sc. 2--
Air, "Good morrow, Gossip Joan. "
"Polly. _Why, how now, Madam Flirt?
If you thus must chatter,
And are for flinging dirt,
Let's try who best can spatter,
Madam Flirt_!
"Lucy. _Why, how now, saucy jade?
Sure the wench is tipsy!
How can you see me made
The scoff of such a gipsy_? [To him. ]
_Saucy jade_! " [To her.
]
Bowles replied to Campbell's Introductory Essay to his _Specimens of the
English Poets_, 7 vols. , 1819, by _The Invariable Principles of Poetry_,
in a letter addressed to Thomas Campbell. For Byron's two essays, the
"Letter to. . . . [John Murray]" and "Observations upon Observations," see
_Letters_, 1901, v. Appendix III. pp. 536-592. ]
ELEGY.
BEHOLD the blessings of a lucky lot!
My play is _damned_, and Lady Noel _not_.
_May 25, 1821. _
[First published, Medwin's _Conversations_, 1824, p. 121. ]
JOHN KEATS. [122]
WHO killed John Keats?
"I," says the Quarterly,
So savage and Tartarly;
"'T was one of my feats. "
Who shot the arrow?
"The poet-priest Milman
(So ready to kill man)
"Or Southey, or Barrow. "
_July 30, 1821. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 506. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[122] [For Croker's "article" on Keats's _Endymion_ (_Quarterly Review_,
April, 1818, vol. xix. pp. 204-208), see _Don Juan_, Canto XI. stanza
lx. line 1, _Poetical Works_, 1902, vi. 445, _note_ 4. ]
FROM THE FRENCH.
AEGLE, beauty and poet, has two little crimes;
She makes her own face, and does not make her rhymes.
_Aug. 2, 1821. _
[First published, _The Liberal_, 1823, No. II. p. 396. ]
TO MR. MURRAY.
1.
FOR Orford[123] and for Waldegrave[124]
You give much more than me you _gave_;
Which is not fairly to behave,
My Murray!
2.
Because if a live dog, 't is said,
Be worth a lion fairly sped,
A live lord must be worth _two_ dead,
My Murray!
3.
And if, as the opinion goes,
Verse hath a better sale than prose,--
Certes, I should have more than those,
My Murray!
4.
But now this sheet is nearly crammed,
So, if _you will_, _I_ shan't be shammed,
And if you _won't_,--_you_ may be damned,
My Murray! [125]
_August 23, 1821. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 517. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[123] [Horace Walpole's _Memoirs of the Last Nine Years of the Reign of
George II. _ ]
[124] [_Memoirs_ by James Earl Waldegrave, Governor of George III. when
Prince of Wales. ]
[125] ["Can't accept your courteous offer [_i. e. _ ? 2000 for three cantos
of _Don Juan, Sardanapalus_, and _The Two Foscari_. ] These matters must
be arranged with Mr. Douglas Kinnaird. He is my trustee, and a man of
honour. To him you can state all your mercantile reasons, which you
might not like to state to me personally, such as 'heavy season'--'flat
public'--'don't go off'--'lordship writes too much'--'won't take
advice'--'declining popularity'--'deductions for the trade'--'make very
little'--'generally lose by him'--'pirated edition'--'foreign
edition'--'severe criticisms,' etc. , with other hints and howls for an
oration, which I leave Douglas, who is an orator, to answer. "--Letter to
Murray, August 23, 1821, _Letters_, 1901, v. 348. ]
[NAPOLEON'S SNUFF-BOX. ][126]
LADY, accept the box a hero wore,
In spite of all this elegiac stuff:
Let not seven stanzas written by a bore,
Prevent your Ladyship from taking snuff!
1821.
[First published, _Conversations of Lord Byron_, 1824, p. 235. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[126] [Napoleon bequeathed to Lady Holland a snuff-box which had been
given to him by the Pope for his clemency in sparing Rome. Lord Carlisle
wrote eight (not seven) stanzas, urging her, as Byron told Medwin, to
decline the gift, "for fear that horror and murder should jump out of
the lid every time it is opened. "--_Conversations_, 1824, p. 362. The
first stanza of Lord Carlyle's verses, which _teste_ Medwin, Byron
parodied, runs thus--
"Lady, reject the gift! 'tis tinged with gore!
Those crimson spots a dreadful tale relate;
It has been grasp'd by an infernal Power;
And by that hand which seal'd young Enghien's fate. "
The snuff-box is now in the jewel-room in the British Museum. ]
THE NEW VICAR OF BRAY.
1.
DO you know Doctor Nott? [127]
With "a crook in his lot,"
Who seven years since tried to dish up
A neat Codi_cil_
To the Princess's Will,[128]
Which made Dr. Nott _not_ a bishop.
2.
So the Doctor being found
A little unsound
In his doctrine, at least as a teacher,
And kicked from one stool
As a knave or a fool,
He mounted another as preacher.
3.
In that Gown (like the Skin
With no Lion within)
He still for the Bench would be driving;
And roareth away,
A new Vicar of _Bray_,
Except that _his bray_ lost his living.
4.
"Gainst Freethinkers," he roars,
"You should all block your doors
Or be named in the Devil's indentures:"
And here I agree,
For who e'er would be
A Guest where old Simony enters?
5.
Let the Priest, who beguiled
His own Sovereign's child
To his own dirty views of promotion,
Wear his Sheep's cloathing still
Among flocks to his will,
And dishonour the Cause of devotion.
6.
The Altar and Throne
Are in danger alone
From such as himself, who would render
The Altar itself
But a step up to Pelf,
And pray God to pay his defender.
7.
But, Doctor, one word
Which perhaps you have heard
"He should never throw stones who has windows
Of Glass to be broken,
And by this same token
As a sinner, you can't care what Sin does.
8.
But perhaps you do well:
Your own windows, they tell,
Have long ago suffered censure;
Not a fragment remains
Of your character's panes,
Since the Regent refused you a glazier.
9.
Though your visions of lawn
Have all been withdrawn,
And you missed your bold stroke for a mitre;
In a very snug way
You may still preach and pray,
And from bishop sink into backbiter! "
[First published, _Works_ (Galignani), 1831, p. 116. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[127] [George Frederick Nott (1767-1841), critic and divine, was Rector
of Harrietsham and Woodchurch, a Prebendary of Winchester and of
Salisbury. He was Bampton Lecturer in 1802, and, soon afterwards, was
appointed sub-preceptor to the Princess Charlotte of Wales. He was a
connoisseur of architecture and painting, and passed much of his time in
Italy and at Rome. When he was at Pisa he preached in a private room in
the basement story of the house in Pisa where Shelley was living, and
fell under Byron's displeasure for attacking the Satanic school, and
denouncing _Cain_ as a blasphemous production. "The parsons," he told
Moore (letter, February 20, 1820), "preached at it [_Cain_] from Kentish
Town to Pisa. " Hence the apostrophe to Dr. Nott. (See _Records of
Shelley, Byron, and the Author_, by E. T. Trelawny, 1887, pp. 302, 303. )]
[128] [According to Lady Anne Hamilton (_Secret History of the Court of
England_, 1832, i. 198-207), the Princess Charlotte incurred the
suspicion and displeasure of her uncles and her grandmother, the Queen,
by displaying an ardent and undue interest in her sub-preceptor. On
being reproved by the Queen for "condescending to favour persons in low
life with confidence or particular respect, persons likely to take
advantage of your simplicity and innocence," and having learnt that
"persons" meant Mr. Nott, she replied by threatening to sign a will in
favour of her sub-preceptor, and by actually making over to him by a
deed her library, jewels, and all other private property. Lady Anne
Hamilton is not an accurate or trustworthy authority, but her extremely
circumstantial narrative was, no doubt, an expansion of the contemporary
scandal to which Byron's lampoon gave currency. ]
LUCIETTA. A FRAGMENT.
LUCIETTA, my deary,
That fairest of faces!
Is made up of kisses;
But, in love, oft the case is
Even stranger than this is--
There's another, that's slyer,
Who touches me nigher,--
A Witch, an intriguer,
Whose manner and figure
Now piques me, excites me,
Torments and delights me--
_Caetera desunt_.
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,
now for the first time printed. ]
EPIGRAMS.
OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so did'st thou:
He perished rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cut'st thy throat that Britain may be saved!
* * * * *
So Castlereagh has cut his throat! --The worst
Of this is,--that his own was not the first.
* * * * *
So _He_ has cut his throat at last! --He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.
_? August, 1822. _
[First published, _The Liberal_, No. I. October 18, 1822, p. 164. ]
THE CONQUEST. [129]
THE Son of Love and Lord of War I sing;
Him who bade England bow to Normandy,
And left the name of Conqueror more than King
To his unconquerable dynasty.
Not fanned alone by Victory's fleeting wing,
He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high;
The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast,
And Britain's bravest Victor was the last.
_March 8-9, 1823. _
[First published, _Lord Byron's Works_, 1833, xvii. 246. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[129] [This fragment was found amongst Lord Byron's papers, after his
departure from Genoa for Greece. ]
IMPROMPTU. [130]
BENEATH Blessington's eyes
The reclaimed Paradise
Should be free as the former from evil;
But if the new Eve
For an Apple should grieve,
What mortal would not play the Devil?
_April, 1823. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 635. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[130] [With the view of inducing these friends [Lord and Lady
Blessington] to prolong their stay at Genoa, he suggested their taking a
pretty villa, called "Il Paradiso," in the neighbourhood of his own, and
accompanied them to look at it. Upon that occasion it was that, on the
lady expressing some intention of residing there, he produced the
following impromptu. --_Life_, 577. ]
JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA.
THE dead have been awakened--shall I sleep?
The World's at war with tyrants--shall I crouch?
The harvest's ripe--and shall I pause to reap?
I slumber not; the thorn is in my Couch;
Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear,
Its echo in my heart----
_June 19, 1823. _
[First published, _Letters_, 1901, vi. 238. ]
SONG TO THE SULIOTES.
1.
UP to battle! Sons of Suli
Up, and do your duty duly!
There the wall--and there the Moat is:
Bouwah! [131] Bouwah! Suliotes!
There is booty--there is Beauty,
Up my boys and do your duty.
2.
By the sally and the rally
Which defied the arms of Ali;
By your own dear native Highlands,
By your children in the islands,
Up and charge, my Stratiotes,
Bouwah! --Bouwah! --Suliotes!
3.
As our ploughshare is the Sabre:
Here's the harvest of our labour;
For behind those battered breaches
Are our foes with all their riches:
There is Glory--there is plunder--
Then away despite of thunder!
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,
now for the first time printed. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[131] "Bouwah! " is their war-cry.
[LOVE AND DEATH. ]
1.
I WATCHED thee when the foe was at our side,
Ready to strike at him--or thee and me.
Were safety hopeless--rather than divide
Aught with one loved save love and liberty.
2.
I watched thee on the breakers, when the rock
Received our prow and all was storm and fear,
And bade thee cling to me through every shock;
This arm would be thy bark, or breast thy bier.
3.
I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes,
Yielding my couch and stretched me on the ground,
When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise
From thence if thou an early grave hadst found.
4.
The earthquake came, and rocked the quivering wall,
And men and nature reeled as if with wine.
Whom did I seek around the tottering hall?
For thee. Whose safety first provide for? Thine.
5.
And when convulsive throes denied my breath
The faintest utterance to my fading thought,
To thee--to thee--e'en in the gasp of death
My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought.
6.
Thus much and more; and yet thou lov'st me not,
And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will.
To the Editor of the _Morning Post_.
Sir,--A copy of verses, to the tune of '_My boy Tammy_,' are repeated
in literary circles, and said to be written by a Noble Lord of the
highest poetical fame, upon his quondam friend and annotator. My memory
does not enable me to repeat more than the first two verses quite
accurately, but the humourous spirit of the Song may be gathered from
these:--
1.
Why were you put in Lob's pond,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
For telling folks to pull the House
By the ears into the Lobby O!
2.
Who are your grand Reformers now,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
There's me and BURDETT,--gentlemen,
And Blackguards HUNT and COBBY O!
3.
Have you no other friends but these,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
Yes, Southwark's Knight,[*] the County BYNG,
And in the City, BOBBY O!
[*] "Southwark's Knight" was General Sir Robert Thomas Wilson
(1777-1849), who was returned for Southwark in 1818, and again in 1820;
"County Byng" was George Byng, M. P. for Middlesex; and "Bobby" was Sir
Robert Waithman (1764-1833), who represented the City of London in 1818,
but lost his seat to Sir William Curtis in 1820. All these were advanced
Liberals, and, as such, Parliamentary friends of Hobhouse.
4.
How do you recreate yourselves,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
We spout with tavern Radicals,
And drink with them hob-nobby O!
5.
What purpose can such folly work,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
It gives our partisans a chance
Watches to twitch from fob-by O!
6.
Have they no higher game in view,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
Oh yes; to stir the people up,
And then to head the mob-by O.
7.
But sure they'll at their ruin pause,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
No! they'd see King and Parliament
Both d--d without a sob-by O!
8.
But, if they fail, they'll be hanged up,
My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)
Why, then, they'll swing, like better men,
And that will end the job-by O!
PHILO-RADICLE.
April 15, 1820. "
LINES
ADDRESSED BY LORD BYRON TO MR. HOBHOUSE
ON HIS ELECTION FOR WESTMINSTER. [114]
WOULD you go to the house by the true gate,
Much faster than ever Whig Charley went;
Let Parliament send you to Newgate,
And Newgate will send you to Parliament.
_April 9, 1820_.
[First published, _Miscellaneous Poems_, printed for
J. Bumpus, 1824. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[114] ["I send you 'a Song of Triumph,' by W. Botherby, Esq^re^ price
sixpence, on the election of J. C. H. , Esqre. , for Westminster (_not_ for
publication). "--Letter to Murray, April 9, 1820, _Letters_, 1901, v. 6. ]
A VOLUME OF NONSENSE.
DEAR MURRAY,--
You ask for a "_Volume of Nonsense_,"
Have all of your authors exhausted their store?
I thought you had published a good deal not long since.
And doubtless the Squadron are ready with more.
But on looking again, I perceive that the Species
Of "Nonsense" you want must be purely "_facetious_;"
And, as that is the case, you had best put to press
Mr. Sotheby's tragedies now in M. S. ,
Some Syrian Sally
From common-place Gally,
Or, if you prefer the bookmaking of women,
Take a spick and span "Sketch" of your feminine _He-Man_. [115]
_Sept. 28, 1820. _
[First published, _Letters_, 1900, v. 83. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[115] [For Felicia Dorothea Browne (1793-1835), married in 1812 to
Captain Hemans, see _Letters_, iii. 368, _note_ 2. In the letter which
contains these verses he writes, "I do not despise Mrs. Heman; but if
she knit blue stockings instead of wearing them it would be better. "
Elsewhere he does despise her: "No more _modern_ poesy, I pray, neither
Mrs. Hewoman's nor any female or male Tadpole of poet
Wordsworth's. "--_Ibid. _, v. 64. ]
STANZAS. [116]
WHEN a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,
Let him combat for that of his neighbours;
Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,
And get knocked on the head for his labours.
To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan,
And is always as nobly requited;
Then battle for Freedom wherever you can,
And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.
_November 5, 1820_.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 377. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[116] [The lines were sent in a letter to Moore (November 5, 1820) by
way of _Autoepitaphium_, "if 'honour should come unlooked for' to any of
your acquaintance;" i. e. if Byron should fall in the cause of Italian
revolution, and Moore should not think him worthy of commemoration, here
was a threnody "ready at hand. "]
TO PENELOPE. [117]
JANUARY 2, 1821.
THIS day, of all our days, has done
The worst for me and you:--
'T is just _six_ years since we were _one_,
And _five_ since we were _two_.
_November 5, 1820. _
[First published, Medwin's _Conversations_, 1824, p. 106. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[117] ["For the anniversary of January 2, 1821, I have a small grateful
anticipation, which, in case of accident, I add. "--Letter to Moore,
November 5, 1820, _Letters_, 1891, v. 112. ]
THE CHARITY BALL. [118]
WHAT matter the pangs of a husband and father,
If his sorrows in exile be great or be small,
So the Pharisee's glories around her she gather,
And the saint patronises her "Charity Ball! "
What matters--a heart which, though faulty, was feeling,
Be driven to excesses which once could appal--
That the Sinner should suffer is only fair dealing,
As the Saint keeps her charity back for "the Ball! "
_December 10, 1820. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 540. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[118] [Written on seeing the following paragraph in a newspaper: "Lady
Byron is this year the lady patroness at the annual Charity Ball, given
at the Town Hall, at Hinckley, Leicestershire. . . . "--_Life_, p. 535.
Moore adds that "these verses [of which he only prints two stanzas] are
full of strong and indignant feeling,--every stanza concluding pointedly
with the words 'Charity Ball. '"]
EPIGRAM
ON THE BRAZIERS' ADDRESS TO BE PRESENTED
IN _ARMOUR_ BY THE COMPANY TO QUEEN CAROLINE. [119]
IT seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass
An Address and to bear it themselves all in brass;
A superfluous pageant, for by the Lord Harry!
They'll _find_, where they're going, much more than they carry.
Or--
THE Braziers, it seems, are determined to pass
An Address, and present it themselves all in brass:--
A superfluous {pageant/trouble} for, by the Lord Harry!
They'll find, where they're going, much more than they carry.
_January 6, 1821. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 442. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[119] [The allusion is explained in Rivington's _Annual Register_,
October 30, 1820 (vol. lxii. pp. 114, 115)--
"ADDRESSES TO THE QUEEN.
" . . . The most splendid exhibition of the day was that of the
brass-founders and braziers. The procession was headed by a man dressed
in a suit of burnished plate armour of brass, and mounted on a handsome
black horse, the reins being held by pages . . . wearing brass helmets. . . .
A man in a complete suite of brass armour . . . was followed by two
persons, bearing on a cushion a most magnificent imitation of the
imperial Crown of England. A small number of the deputation of
brass-founders were admitted to the presence of her Majesty, and one of
the persons in armour advanced to the throne, and bending on one knee,
presented the address, which was enclosed in a brass case of excellent
workmanship. "--See _Letters_, 1901, v. 219, 220, _note_ 2.
In a postscript to a letter to Murray, dated January 19, 1821, he
writes, "I sent you a line or two on the Braziers' Company last week,
_not_ for publication. The lines were even worthy
'Of ----dsworth the great metaquizzical poet,
A man of great merit amongst those who know it,
Of whose works, as I told Moore last autumn at _Mestri_
I owe all I know to my passion for _Pastry_. '"
He adds, in a footnote, "_Mestri_ and _Fusina_ are the ferry trajects to
Venice: I believe, however, that it was at Fusina that Moore and I
embarked in 1819, when Thomas came to Venice, like Coleridge's Spring,
'slowly up this way. '"
Again, in a letter to Moore, dated January 22, 1821, he encloses
slightly different versions of both epigrams, and it is worth noting
that the first line of the pendant epigram has been bowdlerized, and
runs thus--
"Of Wordsworth the grand metaquizzical poet. "
--_Letters_, 1901, v. 226, 230. ]
ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY.
JANUARY 22, 1821. [120]
THROUGH Life's dull road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragged to three-and-thirty.
What have these years left to me?
Nothing--except thirty-three.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 414. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[120] ["To-morrow is my birthday--that is to say, at twelve o' the
clock, midnight; _i. e. _ in twelve minutes I shall have completed thirty
and three years of age! ! ! and I go to my bed with a heaviness of heart
at having lived so long, and to so little purpose. * * * It is three
minutes past twelve--''Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,' and
I am now thirty-three! --
'Eheu, fugaces, Posthume, Posthume,
Labuntur anni;'--
but I don't regret them so much for what I have done, as for what I
might have done. "--Extracts from a Diary, January 21, 1821, _Letters_,
1901, v. 182.
In a letter to Moore, dated January 22, 1821, he gives another version--
"Through Life's road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragged to three-and-thirty.
What _have_ these years left to me?
Nothing--except thirty-three. "
_Ibid. _, p. 229. ]
MARTIAL, LIB. I. EPIG. I.
"Hic est, quem legis, ille, quem requiris,
Toto notus in orbe Martialis," etc.
HE, unto whom thou art so partial,
Oh, reader! is the well-known Martial,
The Epigrammatist: while living,
Give him the fame thou would'st be giving;
So shall he hear, and feel, and know it--
Post-obits rarely reach a poet.
[N. D. ? 1821. ]
[First published, _Lord Byron's Works_, 1833, xvii. 245]
BOWLES AND CAMPBELL.
cTo the air of "How now, Madam Flirt," in the _Beggar's Opera_. [121]
BOWLES.
"WHY, how now, saucy Tom?
If you thus must ramble,
I will publish some
Remarks on Mister Campbell.
Saucy Tom! "
CAMPBELL.
"WHY, how now, Billy Bowles?
Sure the priest is maudlin!
(_To the public_) How can you, d--n your souls!
Listen to his twaddling?
_Billy Bowles_! "
_February 22, 1821. _
[First published, _The Liberal_, 1823, No. II. p. 398. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[121] [Compare the Beggar's Opera, act ii. sc. 2--
Air, "Good morrow, Gossip Joan. "
"Polly. _Why, how now, Madam Flirt?
If you thus must chatter,
And are for flinging dirt,
Let's try who best can spatter,
Madam Flirt_!
"Lucy. _Why, how now, saucy jade?
Sure the wench is tipsy!
How can you see me made
The scoff of such a gipsy_? [To him. ]
_Saucy jade_! " [To her.
]
Bowles replied to Campbell's Introductory Essay to his _Specimens of the
English Poets_, 7 vols. , 1819, by _The Invariable Principles of Poetry_,
in a letter addressed to Thomas Campbell. For Byron's two essays, the
"Letter to. . . . [John Murray]" and "Observations upon Observations," see
_Letters_, 1901, v. Appendix III. pp. 536-592. ]
ELEGY.
BEHOLD the blessings of a lucky lot!
My play is _damned_, and Lady Noel _not_.
_May 25, 1821. _
[First published, Medwin's _Conversations_, 1824, p. 121. ]
JOHN KEATS. [122]
WHO killed John Keats?
"I," says the Quarterly,
So savage and Tartarly;
"'T was one of my feats. "
Who shot the arrow?
"The poet-priest Milman
(So ready to kill man)
"Or Southey, or Barrow. "
_July 30, 1821. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 506. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[122] [For Croker's "article" on Keats's _Endymion_ (_Quarterly Review_,
April, 1818, vol. xix. pp. 204-208), see _Don Juan_, Canto XI. stanza
lx. line 1, _Poetical Works_, 1902, vi. 445, _note_ 4. ]
FROM THE FRENCH.
AEGLE, beauty and poet, has two little crimes;
She makes her own face, and does not make her rhymes.
_Aug. 2, 1821. _
[First published, _The Liberal_, 1823, No. II. p. 396. ]
TO MR. MURRAY.
1.
FOR Orford[123] and for Waldegrave[124]
You give much more than me you _gave_;
Which is not fairly to behave,
My Murray!
2.
Because if a live dog, 't is said,
Be worth a lion fairly sped,
A live lord must be worth _two_ dead,
My Murray!
3.
And if, as the opinion goes,
Verse hath a better sale than prose,--
Certes, I should have more than those,
My Murray!
4.
But now this sheet is nearly crammed,
So, if _you will_, _I_ shan't be shammed,
And if you _won't_,--_you_ may be damned,
My Murray! [125]
_August 23, 1821. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 517. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[123] [Horace Walpole's _Memoirs of the Last Nine Years of the Reign of
George II. _ ]
[124] [_Memoirs_ by James Earl Waldegrave, Governor of George III. when
Prince of Wales. ]
[125] ["Can't accept your courteous offer [_i. e. _ ? 2000 for three cantos
of _Don Juan, Sardanapalus_, and _The Two Foscari_. ] These matters must
be arranged with Mr. Douglas Kinnaird. He is my trustee, and a man of
honour. To him you can state all your mercantile reasons, which you
might not like to state to me personally, such as 'heavy season'--'flat
public'--'don't go off'--'lordship writes too much'--'won't take
advice'--'declining popularity'--'deductions for the trade'--'make very
little'--'generally lose by him'--'pirated edition'--'foreign
edition'--'severe criticisms,' etc. , with other hints and howls for an
oration, which I leave Douglas, who is an orator, to answer. "--Letter to
Murray, August 23, 1821, _Letters_, 1901, v. 348. ]
[NAPOLEON'S SNUFF-BOX. ][126]
LADY, accept the box a hero wore,
In spite of all this elegiac stuff:
Let not seven stanzas written by a bore,
Prevent your Ladyship from taking snuff!
1821.
[First published, _Conversations of Lord Byron_, 1824, p. 235. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[126] [Napoleon bequeathed to Lady Holland a snuff-box which had been
given to him by the Pope for his clemency in sparing Rome. Lord Carlisle
wrote eight (not seven) stanzas, urging her, as Byron told Medwin, to
decline the gift, "for fear that horror and murder should jump out of
the lid every time it is opened. "--_Conversations_, 1824, p. 362. The
first stanza of Lord Carlyle's verses, which _teste_ Medwin, Byron
parodied, runs thus--
"Lady, reject the gift! 'tis tinged with gore!
Those crimson spots a dreadful tale relate;
It has been grasp'd by an infernal Power;
And by that hand which seal'd young Enghien's fate. "
The snuff-box is now in the jewel-room in the British Museum. ]
THE NEW VICAR OF BRAY.
1.
DO you know Doctor Nott? [127]
With "a crook in his lot,"
Who seven years since tried to dish up
A neat Codi_cil_
To the Princess's Will,[128]
Which made Dr. Nott _not_ a bishop.
2.
So the Doctor being found
A little unsound
In his doctrine, at least as a teacher,
And kicked from one stool
As a knave or a fool,
He mounted another as preacher.
3.
In that Gown (like the Skin
With no Lion within)
He still for the Bench would be driving;
And roareth away,
A new Vicar of _Bray_,
Except that _his bray_ lost his living.
4.
"Gainst Freethinkers," he roars,
"You should all block your doors
Or be named in the Devil's indentures:"
And here I agree,
For who e'er would be
A Guest where old Simony enters?
5.
Let the Priest, who beguiled
His own Sovereign's child
To his own dirty views of promotion,
Wear his Sheep's cloathing still
Among flocks to his will,
And dishonour the Cause of devotion.
6.
The Altar and Throne
Are in danger alone
From such as himself, who would render
The Altar itself
But a step up to Pelf,
And pray God to pay his defender.
7.
But, Doctor, one word
Which perhaps you have heard
"He should never throw stones who has windows
Of Glass to be broken,
And by this same token
As a sinner, you can't care what Sin does.
8.
But perhaps you do well:
Your own windows, they tell,
Have long ago suffered censure;
Not a fragment remains
Of your character's panes,
Since the Regent refused you a glazier.
9.
Though your visions of lawn
Have all been withdrawn,
And you missed your bold stroke for a mitre;
In a very snug way
You may still preach and pray,
And from bishop sink into backbiter! "
[First published, _Works_ (Galignani), 1831, p. 116. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[127] [George Frederick Nott (1767-1841), critic and divine, was Rector
of Harrietsham and Woodchurch, a Prebendary of Winchester and of
Salisbury. He was Bampton Lecturer in 1802, and, soon afterwards, was
appointed sub-preceptor to the Princess Charlotte of Wales. He was a
connoisseur of architecture and painting, and passed much of his time in
Italy and at Rome. When he was at Pisa he preached in a private room in
the basement story of the house in Pisa where Shelley was living, and
fell under Byron's displeasure for attacking the Satanic school, and
denouncing _Cain_ as a blasphemous production. "The parsons," he told
Moore (letter, February 20, 1820), "preached at it [_Cain_] from Kentish
Town to Pisa. " Hence the apostrophe to Dr. Nott. (See _Records of
Shelley, Byron, and the Author_, by E. T. Trelawny, 1887, pp. 302, 303. )]
[128] [According to Lady Anne Hamilton (_Secret History of the Court of
England_, 1832, i. 198-207), the Princess Charlotte incurred the
suspicion and displeasure of her uncles and her grandmother, the Queen,
by displaying an ardent and undue interest in her sub-preceptor. On
being reproved by the Queen for "condescending to favour persons in low
life with confidence or particular respect, persons likely to take
advantage of your simplicity and innocence," and having learnt that
"persons" meant Mr. Nott, she replied by threatening to sign a will in
favour of her sub-preceptor, and by actually making over to him by a
deed her library, jewels, and all other private property. Lady Anne
Hamilton is not an accurate or trustworthy authority, but her extremely
circumstantial narrative was, no doubt, an expansion of the contemporary
scandal to which Byron's lampoon gave currency. ]
LUCIETTA. A FRAGMENT.
LUCIETTA, my deary,
That fairest of faces!
Is made up of kisses;
But, in love, oft the case is
Even stranger than this is--
There's another, that's slyer,
Who touches me nigher,--
A Witch, an intriguer,
Whose manner and figure
Now piques me, excites me,
Torments and delights me--
_Caetera desunt_.
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,
now for the first time printed. ]
EPIGRAMS.
OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so did'st thou:
He perished rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cut'st thy throat that Britain may be saved!
* * * * *
So Castlereagh has cut his throat! --The worst
Of this is,--that his own was not the first.
* * * * *
So _He_ has cut his throat at last! --He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.
_? August, 1822. _
[First published, _The Liberal_, No. I. October 18, 1822, p. 164. ]
THE CONQUEST. [129]
THE Son of Love and Lord of War I sing;
Him who bade England bow to Normandy,
And left the name of Conqueror more than King
To his unconquerable dynasty.
Not fanned alone by Victory's fleeting wing,
He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high;
The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast,
And Britain's bravest Victor was the last.
_March 8-9, 1823. _
[First published, _Lord Byron's Works_, 1833, xvii. 246. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[129] [This fragment was found amongst Lord Byron's papers, after his
departure from Genoa for Greece. ]
IMPROMPTU. [130]
BENEATH Blessington's eyes
The reclaimed Paradise
Should be free as the former from evil;
But if the new Eve
For an Apple should grieve,
What mortal would not play the Devil?
_April, 1823. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 635. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[130] [With the view of inducing these friends [Lord and Lady
Blessington] to prolong their stay at Genoa, he suggested their taking a
pretty villa, called "Il Paradiso," in the neighbourhood of his own, and
accompanied them to look at it. Upon that occasion it was that, on the
lady expressing some intention of residing there, he produced the
following impromptu. --_Life_, 577. ]
JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA.
THE dead have been awakened--shall I sleep?
The World's at war with tyrants--shall I crouch?
The harvest's ripe--and shall I pause to reap?
I slumber not; the thorn is in my Couch;
Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear,
Its echo in my heart----
_June 19, 1823. _
[First published, _Letters_, 1901, vi. 238. ]
SONG TO THE SULIOTES.
1.
UP to battle! Sons of Suli
Up, and do your duty duly!
There the wall--and there the Moat is:
Bouwah! [131] Bouwah! Suliotes!
There is booty--there is Beauty,
Up my boys and do your duty.
2.
By the sally and the rally
Which defied the arms of Ali;
By your own dear native Highlands,
By your children in the islands,
Up and charge, my Stratiotes,
Bouwah! --Bouwah! --Suliotes!
3.
As our ploughshare is the Sabre:
Here's the harvest of our labour;
For behind those battered breaches
Are our foes with all their riches:
There is Glory--there is plunder--
Then away despite of thunder!
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,
now for the first time printed. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[131] "Bouwah! " is their war-cry.
[LOVE AND DEATH. ]
1.
I WATCHED thee when the foe was at our side,
Ready to strike at him--or thee and me.
Were safety hopeless--rather than divide
Aught with one loved save love and liberty.
2.
I watched thee on the breakers, when the rock
Received our prow and all was storm and fear,
And bade thee cling to me through every shock;
This arm would be thy bark, or breast thy bier.
3.
I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes,
Yielding my couch and stretched me on the ground,
When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise
From thence if thou an early grave hadst found.
4.
The earthquake came, and rocked the quivering wall,
And men and nature reeled as if with wine.
Whom did I seek around the tottering hall?
For thee. Whose safety first provide for? Thine.
5.
And when convulsive throes denied my breath
The faintest utterance to my fading thought,
To thee--to thee--e'en in the gasp of death
My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought.
6.
Thus much and more; and yet thou lov'st me not,
And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will.
