"Next to seeing a lord at the council board, I would rather see him here." The Devil gat next to Westminster, And he turn'd to "the room" of the Commons; But he heard, as he purposed to enter in there, That "the Lords " had received a summons; And he thought, as a "quondam aristocrat," He might peep at the peers, though to hear them were flat; And he walk'd up the house so like one of our own, That they say that he stood pretty near the throne. He saw the Lord Liverpool seemingly wise, The Lord Westmoreland certainly silly, And Johnny of Norfolk - - a man of some size. In spite of his prayers and his prophecies; And he heard which set Satan himself a staring A certain Chief Justice say something like swearing. And the Devil was shock'd — and quoth he, "I must For I find we have much better manners below: [go, WINDSOR POETICS. Lines composed on the occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent being seen standing between the coffins of Henry VIII. and Charles I., in the royal vault at Windsor. FAMED for contemptuous breach of sacred ties, Charles to his people, Henry to his wife, In him the double tyrant starts to life: Justice and death have mix'd their dust in vain, Each royal vampire wakes to life again. since these disgorge to mould a George. 1 STANZAS FOR MUSIC. 2 I SPEAK not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name, 1 ["I cannot conceive how the Vault has got about; but so it is. It is too farouche; but truth to say, my sallies are not very playful."-Lord Byron to Mr. Moore, March 12. 1814.] 2 ["Thou hast asked me for a song, and I enclose you an experiment, which has cost me something more than trouble, and is, therefore, less likely to be worth your taking any in your proposed setting. Now, if it be so, throw it into the fire without phrase."ard B. to Mr. Moore. May 10. 1814.] Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace, -can their joy or their bitterness Were those hours cease? We repent -we We will part, [chain, abjure · we will break from our we will fly to - unite it again! Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt! But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased, And man shall not break it whatever thou mayst. And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee, This soul, in its bitterest blackness, shall be: And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet, With thee by my side, than with worlds at our feet. One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love, May 1814. ADDRESS INTENDED TO BE RECITED AT THE CALEDONIAN MEETING. WHO hath not glow'd above the page where fame Whose bright claymore and hardihood of hand That race is gone but still their children breathe, And glory crowns them with redoubled wreath : And, England! add their stubborn strength to thine. But give support — the world hath given him fame! -- The humbler ranks, the lowly brave, who bled 'Tis Heaven - not man-must charm away the woe, May, 1814. FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO THOMAS "WHAT Say I?”. MOORE. not a syllable further in prose; I'm your man "of all measures," dear Tom, goes! So, here Here goes, for a swim on the stream of old Time, We are smother'd, at least, in respectable mud, man saw. The papers have told you, no doubt, of the fusses, man, And what dignity decks the flat face of the great man. * 1["The newspapers will tell you all that is to be told of emperors, &c. They have dined, and supped, and shown their flat faces in all thoroughfares, and several saloons. Their uniforms are very becoming, but rather short in the skirts; and their conversation is a catechism, for which, and the answers, I refer you to those who have heard it."- Lord B. to Mr. Moore, Jun |