Who saves the intended suicide receives Small thanks from him who loathes the life he leaves; Nor is it certain that some sorts of verse And hence is haunted with a rhyming rage- Fatal at once to simpleton or wit. But him, unhappy! whom he seizes, - him Probes to the quick where'er he makes his breach, Invitum qui servat, idem facit occidenti. known. Don't let him go to the devil, where he is known.'"- See Croker's Boswell, vol. ii. pp. 229. 290.-E.] (1) If "dosed with," &c. be censured as low, I beg leave to refer to the original for something still lower; and if any reader will translate "Minxerit in patrios cineres," &c. into a decent couplet, I will insert said couplet in lieu of the present. THE CURSE OF MINERVA. "Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas Immolat, et pœnam scelerato ex sanguine sumit." Eneid, lib. xii. [This fierce philippic on Lord Elgin, whose collection of Athenian marbles was ultimately purchased for the nation, in 1816, at the cost of thirty-five thousand pounds, was written at Athens, in March, 1811, and prepared for publication along with the "Hints from Horace;" but, like that satire, suppressed by Lord Byron, from motives which the reader will easily understand. It was first given to the world in 1828. Few can wonder that Lord Byron's feelings should have been powerfully excited by the spectacle of the despoiled Parthenon; but it is only due to Lord Elgin to keep in mind, that, had those precious marbles remained, they must, in all likelihood, have perished for ever amidst the miserable scenes of violence which Athens has since witnessed; and that their presence in England has already, by universal admission, been of the most essential advantage to the fine arts of our own country. The political allusions in this poem are not such as require much explanation. It contains many lines, which, it is hoped, the author, on mature reflection, disapproved of- but is too vigorous a specimen of his iambics to be omitted in any collective edition of his works.-E.] THE CURSE OF MINERVA, Athens, Capuchin Convent, March 17. 1811. SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, (1) Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, (1) [The splendid lines with which this satire opens, down to " As thus, within the walls of Pallas' fane," first appeared at the commencement of the third canto of the Corsair, the author having, at that time, abandoned all notion of publishing the piece of which they originally made part.-E.] |