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Antonio, his slave, a native of Java, who had accompanied Camoens to Europe, after having rescued him from the waves, when shipwrecked at the mouth of the Mecon. This faithful attendant was wont to seek alms throughout Lisbon, and at night shared the prodice of the day with his poor and broken-hearted master. But his friendship was employed in vain. Camoëns sank beneath the pressure of penury and disease, and died in an alms-house early in the year 1579.STRANGFORD.]
[In March, 1805, Dr. Drury retired from his situation of head-master at Harrow, and was succeeded by Dr. Butler.]
2 [" Dr. Drury, whom I plagued sufficiently, was the best, the kindest (and yet strict, too) friend I ever had; and I look upon him still as a father.". - Byron Diary.]
3["At Harrow I was a most unpopular boy, but led latterly, and have retained many of my school friendships, and all my dislikes except to Dr. Butler, whom I treated rebelliously, and have been sorry ever since." - Byron Diary. The reconciliation which took place between him and Dr. Butler, before his departure for Greece, in 1809, is, says Mr. Moore, one of those instances of placability and pliableness with which his life abounded. Not content with this private atonement to the Doctor, it was his intention, had he published another edition of the Hours of Idleness, to substitute, for the offensive verses against that gentleman.
As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,
TO THE DUKE OF DORSET. +
DORSET 5! whose early steps with mine have stray'd,
a frank avowal of the wrong he had been guilty of in giving vent to them."]
In looking over my papers to select a few additional poems for this second edition, I found the above lines, which I had totally forgotten, composed in the summer of 1805, a short time previous to my departure from Harrow. They were addressed to a young schoolfellow of high rank, who had been my frequent companion in some rambles through the neighbouring country: however, he never saw the lines, and most probably never will. As, on a re-perusal, I found them not worse than some other pieces in the collection, I have now published them, for the first time, after a slight revision.
[George-John-Frederick, fourth Duke of Dorset, born November 15. 1793. This amiable nobleman was killed by a fall from his horse, while hunting near Dublin, February 22. 1815, being on a visit at the time to his mother, the duchessdowager, and her second husband, Charles Earl of Whitworth, then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.]
6 At every public school the junior boys are completely subservient to the upper forms till they attain a seat in the higher classes. From this state of probation, very properly, no rank is exempt; but after a certain period, they command in turn those who succeed.
7 Allow me to disclaim any personal allusions, even the most distant: I merely mention generally what is too often the weakness of preceptors.
Turn to the few in Ida's early throng,
Yes! I have mark'd thee many a passing day,
'Tis not enough, with other sons of power, To gleam the lambent meteor of an hour; To swell some peerage page in feeble pride, With long-drawn names that grace no page beside; Then share with titled crowds the common lotIn life just gazed at, in the grave forgot; While nought divides thee from the vulgar dead, Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head, The mouldering 'scutcheon, or the herald's roll, That well-emblazon'd but neglected scroll, Where lords, unhonour'd, in the tomb may find One spot, to leave a worthless name behind. There sleep, unnoticed as the gloomy vaults That veil their dust, their follies, and their faults, A race, with old armorial lists o'erspread, In records destined never to be read. Fain would I view thee, with prophetic eyes, Exalted more among the good and wise, A glorious and a long career pursue, As first in rank, the first in talent too: Spurn every vice, each little meanness shun; Not Fortune's minion, but her noblest son.
Turn to the annals of a former day; Bright are the deeds thine earlier sires display. One, though a courtier, lived a man of worth, And call'd, proud boast! the British drama forth. 1 Another view, not less renown'd for wit; Alike for courts, and camps, or senates fit; Bold in the field, and favour'd by the Nine; In every splendid part ordain'd to shine; Far, far distinguish'd from the glittering throng, The pride of princes, and the boast of song. Such were thy fathers; thus preserve their name; Not heir to titles only, but to fame. The hour draws nigh, a few brief days will close To me, this little scene of joys and woes;
1[" Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst, was born in 1527. While a student of the Inner Temple, he wrote his tragedy of Gorboduc, which was played before Queen Elizabeth at Whitehall, in 1561. His tragedy, and his contribution of the Induction and legend of the Duke of Buckingham to the "Mirror for Magistrates," compose the poetical history of Sackville. The rest of it was political. In 1604, he was created Earl of Dorset by James I. He died suddenly at the council table, in consequence of a dropsy on the brain."— CAMPBELL.]
2 [Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset, was born in 1637, and died in 1706. He was esteemed the most accomplished man of his day, and alike distinguished in the voluptuous court of Charles II. and the gloomy one of William III. He behaved with considerable gallantry in the sea-fight with the Dutch in 1665; on the day previous to which he is said to have composed his celebrated song, To all you Ladies now at Land. His character has been drawn in the highest colours by Dryden, Pope, Prior, and Congreve.]
"["I have just been, or rather ought to be, very much
Each knell of Time now warns me to resign
Hope, that could vary like the rainbow's hue,
For me, in future, neither friend nor foe,
No more, as once, in social hours rejoice,
To veil those feelings which perchance it ought,
WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS
HILLS of Annesley! bleak and barren,
Where my thoughtless childhood stray'd, How the northern tempests, warring,
Howl above thy tufted shade !
Now no more, the hours beguiling, Former favourite haunts I see; Now no more my Mary smiling Makes ye seem a heaven to me. 4
shocked by the death of the Duke of Dorset. We were at school together, and there I was passionately attached to him. Since, we have never met, but once, I think, since 1805 and it would be a paltry affectation to pretend that I had any feeling for him worth the name. But there was a time in my life when this event would have broken my heart; and all I can say for it now is that it is not worth breaking. The recollection of what I once felt, and ought to have felt now, but could not, set me pondering, and finally into the train of thought which you have in your hands. Byron Letters, 1815. The Verses referred to were those melancholy ones, beginning,-" There's not a joy the world can give, like those it takes away."]
GRANTA. A MEDLEY. *Αργυρίαις λόγχαισι μάχου καὶ πάντα Κρατήσαις. OH! Could Le Sage's1 demon's gift
Be realised at my desire,
This night my trembling form he'd lift
Then would, unroof'd, old Granta's halls
Pedantic inmates full display; Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls, The price of venal votes to pay.
Then would I view each rival wight,
Petty and Palmerston survey;
Who canvass there with all their might,
Lo! candidates and voters lie 3
All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number :
A race renown'd for piety,
Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber.
Lord H4, indeed, may not demur;
But very seldom,—now and then.
They know the Chancellor has got
Now from the soporific scene
I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later, To view, unheeded and unseen,
The studious sons of Alma Mater.
There, in apartments small and damp
He surely well deserves to gain them,
Who sacrifices hours of rest
To scan precisely metres attic; Or agitates his anxious breast
In solving problems mathematic:
(1804) that the young poet seems to have drunk deepest of that fascination whose effects were to be so lasting six short weeks which he passed in her company being sufficient to lay the foundation of a feeling for all life. With the summer holidays ended this dream of his youth. He saw Miss Chaworth once more in the succceding year, and took his last farewell of her on that hill near Annesley, which, in his poem of The Dream,' he describes so happily as crowned with a peculiar diadem.'" In August, 1805, she was married to John Musters, Esq.; and died at Wiverton Hall, in February, 1832, in consequence, it is believed, of the alarm and danger to which she had been exposed during the sack of Colwick Hall by a party of rioters from Nottingham. The unfortunate lady had been in a feeble state of health for several years, and she and her daughter were obliged to take shelter from the violence of the mob in a shrubbery, where, partly from cold, partly from terror, her constitution sustained a shock which it wanted vigour to resist.]
1 The Diable Boiteux of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the demon, places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for inspection.
2 [On the death of Mr. Pitt, in January, 1806, Lord Henry
Who reads false quantities in Seale, 5
Renouncing every pleasing page
The square of the hypothenuse. 7
Still, harmless are these occupations,
Which bring together the imprudent;
Whose daring revels shock the sight, When vice and infamy combine, When drunkenness and dice invite, As every sense is steep'd in wine.
Not so the methodistic crew,
Who plans of reformation lay: In humble attitude they sue,
And for the sins of others pray :
Forgetting that their pride of spirit, Their exultation in their trial, Detracts most largely from the merit Of all their boasted self-denial.
'Tis morn: from these I turn my sight.
Loud rings in air the chapel bell;
'Tis hush'd: what sounds are these I hear? The organ's soft celestial swell
Rolls deeply on the list'ning ear.
To this is join'd the sacred song,
The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain; Though he who hears the music long Will never wish to hear again.
Our choir would scarcely be excused, Even as a band of raw beginners; All mercy now must be refused
To such a set of croaking sinners.
Petty and Lord Palmerston were candidates to represent the University of Cambridge in parliament.]
3 [In the private volume, the fourth and fifth stanzas ran thus:
"One on his power and place depends,
The other on-the Lord knows what!
Fellows are sage reflecting men," &c.] [Edward-Harvey Hawke, third Lord Hawke. His lordship died in 1824.]
Seale's publication on Greek Metres displays considerable talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is not remarkable for accuracy.
The Latin of the schools is of the canine species, and not very intelligible.
7 The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right-angled triangle.
On a saint's day, the students wear surplices in chapel.
["My school-friendships were with me passions (for I was always violent); but I do not know that there is one which has endured (to be sure some have been cut short by death) till now.”—Byron Diary, 1821.]
2 ["At Harrow I fought my way very fairly. I think I lost but one battle out of seven."-Ibid.]
3 [They show a tomb in the churchyard at Harrow, commanding a view over Windsor, which was so well known to be his favourite resting-place, that the boys called it "Byron's Tomb;" and here, they say, he used to sit for hours, wrapt up in thought.]
[For the display of his declamatory powers, on the speech-days, he selected always the most vehement passages; such as the speech of Zanga over the body of Alonzo, and Lear's address to the storm.]
Oa! did those eyes, instead of fire,
Love, more than mortal, would be thine. For thou art form'd so heavenly fair,
Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,
When Nature stamp'd thy beauteous birth,
She fear'd that, too divine for earth,
Therefore, to guard her dearest work,
Within those once celestial eyes.
These might the boldest sylph appal,
But who can dare thine ardent gaze? 'Tis said that Berenice's hair
In stars adorns the vault of heaven; But they would ne'er permit thee there, Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven.
Mossop, a cotemporary of Garrick, famous for his performance of Zanga.
6 ["My grand patron, Dr. Drury, had a great notion that I should turn out an orator, from my fluency, my turbulence, my voice, my copiousness of declamation, and my action.". Byron Diary.]
7[In the private volume the two last stanzas ran"I thought this poor brain, fever'd even to madness, Of tears, as of reason, for ever was drain'd; But the drops which now flow down this bosom of sadness, Convince me the springs have some moisture retain'd. "Sweet scenes of my childhood! your blest recollection Has wrung from these eyelids, to weeping long dead, In torrents the tears of my warmest affection, The last and the fondest I ever shall shed."]
When join'd with hope, when still possessing;
"Woman, thy vows are traced in sand." 2
TO M. S. G.
WHEN I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
For in visions alone your affection can live, —
Then, Morpheus! envelope my faculties fast,
Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last,
They tell us that slumber, the sister of death, Mortality's emblem is given ;
To fate how I long to resign my frail breath, If this be a foretaste of heaven!
Ah! frown not, sweet lady, unbend your soft brow,
If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now,
Though in vision's sweet lady, perhaps you may smile,
"Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
To twinkle in their spheres till they return."-SHAKS.
2 The last line is almost a literal translation from a Spanish proverb.
3 [Of this "Mary," who is not to be confounded with the heiress of Annesley, or "Mary" of Aberdeen, all that has been ascertained is, that she was of an humble, if not equi