STANZAS. WHEN a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, If thou art bent to know the primal root How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no The story of Francesca and Paolo is a great favourite with the Italians. It is noticed by all the historians of Ravenna. Petrarch introduces it, in his Trionfi d' Amore, among his examples of calamitous passion; and Tassoni, in his Secchia Rapita, represents Paolo Malatesta as leading the troops of Rimini, and describes him, when mounted on his charger, as contemplating a golden sword-chain, presented to him by Francesca : "Rimini vien con la bandiera sesta, At parting-time, from which his sword was hung; The more he sought to fly the luscious bane, The firmer he was bound, the deeper stung."] Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, To do good to mankind is the chivalrous plan, Then battle for freedom wherever you can, And, if not shot or hang'd, you'll get knighted. November, 1820. EPIGRAM. THE world is a bundle of hay, Each tugs it a different way, And the greatest of all is John Bull. THE CHARITY BALL. WHAT matter the pangs of a husband and father, 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!" 1 [These lines were written on reading in the newspapers, that Lady Byron had been patroness of a ball in aid of some charity at Hinckley.] EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING.DAY. TO PENELOPE. THIS day, of all our days, has done 'Tis just six years since we were one, And five since we were two. January 2, 1821. ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTH-DAY. JANUARY 22. 1821. 1 THROUGH life's dull road, so dim and dirty, 1 [In Lord Byron's MS. Diary of the preceding day, we find the following entry: January 21. 1821. Dined visitedcame home-read. Remarked on an anecdote in Grimm's Correspondence, which says, that Regnard et la plupart des poëtes comiques étaient gens bilieux et mélancoliques; et que M. de Voltaire, qui est très-gai, n'a jamais fait que des tragédies et que la comédie gaie est le seul genre où il n'ait point réussi. C'est que celui qui rit et celui qui fait rire sont deux hommes fort différens!' At this moment I feel as bilious as the best comic writer of them all (even as Regnard himself, the next to Molière, who has written some of the best comedies in any language, and who is supposed to have committed suicide), and am not in spirits to contínue my proposed tragedy. To-morrow is my birth-daythat 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 hree minutes past twelve-Tis the middle of night by the stle-clock,' and I am now thirty-three! EPIGRAM. ON THE BRAZIERS' COMPANY HAVING RESOLVED TO THE braziers, it seems, are preparing to pass MARTIAL, LIB. I. EPIG. I. "Hic est, quem legis, ille, quem requiris, HE, unto whom thou art so partial, "Eheu, fugaces, Posthume, Posthume, but I don't regret them so much for what I have done, as for what I might have done."] 1 [The procession of the Braziers to Brandenburgh House was one of the most absurd fooleries of the time of Queen Caroline's trial.] 2 ["There is an epigram for you, is it not?— worthy Byron Letters, January 22. 1821.] BOWLES AND CAMPBELL. To the tune of "Why, how now, saucy jade ?" WHY, how now, saucy Tom? If you thus must ramble, I will publish some Remarks on Mister Campbell. ANSWER. WHY, how now, Billy Bowles? Sure the priest is maudlin! (To the public) How can you, d-n your souls! Listen to his twaddling? February 22. 1821.1 EPIGRAMS. OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now; Thou cutt'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? 1["Excuse haste,I write with my spurs putting on."d Byrm to Mr. Moore, Feb. 22. 1821.] |