Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear, 1802. TO E-3 LET Folly smile, to view the names To love, than rank with vice combined. And though unequal is thy fate, Thine is the pride of modest worth. Our souls at least congenial meet, Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace; Our intercourse is not less sweet, Since worth of rank supplies the place. November, 1802. ["My first dash into poetry was as early as 1800. It was the ebullition of a passion for my first cousin, Margaret Parker (daughter and grand-daughter of the two Admirals Parker), one of the most beautiful of evanescent beings. I have long forgotten the verse; but it would be difficult for me to forget her-her dark eyes- her long eye-lashes-her completely Greek cast of face and figure! I was then about twelve-she rather older, perhaps a year. She died about a year or two afterwards, in consequence of a fall, which injured her spine, and induced consumption. Her sister Augusta (by some thought still more beautiful), died of the same malady; and it was, indeed, in attending her, that Margaret met with the accident which occasioned her death. My sister told me, that when she went to see her, shortly before her death, upon accidentally mentioning my name, Margaret coloured, throughout the paleness of mortality, to the eyes, to the great astonishment of my sister, who knew nothing of our attachment, nor could conceive why my name should affect her at such a time. I knew nothing of her illness, being at Harrow and in the country till she was gone. Some years after, I made an attempt at an elegy-a very dull one. I do not recollect scarcely anything equal to the transparent beauty of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow-all beauty and peace."-Byron Diary, 1821.] 3 [This little poem, and some others in the collection, refer to a boy of Lord Byron's own age, son of one of his tenants at Newstead, for whom he had formed a romantic attachment, previous to any of his school intimacies.] TO D. In thee, I fondly hoped to clasp A friend, whom death alone could sever; Detach'd thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forced thee from my breast, And, when the grave restores her dead, On thy dear breast I'll lay my head Without thee, where would be my heaven? February, 1803 EPITAPH ON A FRIEND. “Αστὴρ πρὶν μὲν ἔλαμπες ἐνὶ ζωοῖσιν ἑφος.”—LAERTIUS. Он, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear! '[From this point the lines in the private edition were entirely different: 66 Though low thy lot, since in a cottage born, No titles did thy humble name adorn, To me, far dearer was thy artless love, Than all the joys wealth, fame, and friends could prove: Oh God! if impious, this rash word forgive! If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh 1803. A FRAGMENT. WHEN, to their airy hall, my fathers' voice This life resign'd, without one parting sigh, Together share the fate to mortals given; The epitaph is supposed to commemorate the youth who is the subject of the verses "To E- The latter piece was omitted in the published volume, which, coupled with the obliteration of every allusion to his humble origin in the epitaph, led Mr. Moore to infer that growing pride of rank made Lord Byron ashamed of the plebeian friendship.] 5 [By his will, drawn up in 1811, Lord Byron directed, that "no inscription, save his name and age, should be written on his tomb;" and, in 1819, he wrote thus to Mr. Murray:"Some of the epitaphs at the Certosa cemetery, at Ferrara, pleased me more than the more splendid monuments at Bologna; for instance "Martini Luigi If that with honour fail to crown my clay, 1803. ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY." "Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy tower to-day yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes, it howls in thy empty court."-OSSIAN. THROUGH thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle: way. Of the mail-cover'd Barons, who proudly to battle No more doth old Robert, with harp-stringing numbers, Paul and Hubert, too, sleep in the valley of Cressy;" Can anything be more full of pathos? I hope whoever may survive me will see those two words, and no more, put over me."] 6 [The priory of Newstead, or de Novo Loco, in Sherwood, was founded about the year 1170, by Henry II. On the dissolution of the monasteries it was granted by Henry VIII. to "Sir John Byron the Little, with the great beard." His portrait is still preserved at Newstead.] 7 [There is no record of the Byrons having assisted in the Holy Wars, and Mr. Moore conjectures that the only authority for the notion was some groups of heads, which appear to represent Christian soldiers and Saracens, on the old panel-work at Newstead, and which were probably put up before the Abbey came into the possession of the family.] 8 ["In the park of Horseley," says Thoroton, "there was a castle, some of the ruins of which are yet visible, called Horistan Castle, which was the chief mansion of Ralph de Burun's successors."] 9 [Two of the family of Byron are enumerated as serving with distinction in the siege of Calais, under Edward III., and as among the knights who fell on the glorious field of Cressy.] : On Marston,' with Rupert,' 'gainst traitors contending, Shades of heroes, farewell! your descendant departing Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation, That fame, and that memory, still will he cherish; 1803. LINES WRITTEN IN LETTERS OF AN ITALIAN NUN AND AN ENGLISH GENTLEMAN : "AWAY, away, your flattering arts ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING, ADDRESSED TO MISS Dear, simple girl, those flattering arts, From which thou'dst guard frail female hearts, 1 The battle of Marston Moor, where the adherents of Charles I. were defeated. 2 Son of the Elector Palatine, and nephew to Charles I. He afterwards commanded the fleet in the reign of Charles II. 3 [On the monument of Richard, the second Lord Byron, who lies buried in the chancel of Hucknal-Tokard church, there is the following inscription :-" Beneath, in a vault, is interred the body of Richard Lord Byron, who, with the rest of his family, being seven brothers, faithfully served King Charles the First in the civil wars, who suffered much for their loyalty, and lost all their present fortunes: yet it pleased God so to bless the humble endeavours of the said Richard Lord Byron, that he re-purchased part of their ancient inheritance, which he left to his posterity, with a laudable memory for his great piety and charity." The first Lord, ennobled by Charles I. in 1643, was the eldest brother of this Richard.] |