He must move on- Love brooks not a degraded throne. IV. Wait not, fond lover! Till years are over, And then recover, As from a dream. All passion blight: Love's reign is finish'd Then part in friendship,-and bid good-night.(1) V. So shall Affection To recollection The dear connection Bring back with joy : You had not waited Till, tired or hated, Your passions sated (1) [V. L." One last embrace, then, and bid good-night."] Your last embraces Of your sweet errors Reflect but rapture-not least though last. VI. True, separations Ask more than patience; From such have risen! But yet remaining, What is 't but chaining Hearts which, once waning, Beat 'gainst their prison? Time can but cloy love, Though sharper, shorter, To wean, and not wear out your joys. THE CHARITY BALL. WHAT matter the pangs of a husband and father, What matters feeling, a heart which, though faulty, was Be driven to excesses which once could appalThat the sinner should suffer is only fair dealing, As the saint keeps her charity back for "the ball!" (1) EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING-DAY. TO PENELOPE. THIS day, of all our days, has done January 2. 1821. ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTH-DAY. JANUARY 22. 1821. (2) THROUGH life's dull road, so dim and dirty, (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. (2) [In Lord Byron's MS. Diary of the preceding day, we find the following entry: - "January 21. 1821. Dined-visited-came homeread. Remarked on an anecdote in Grimm's Correspondence, which says, that 'Regnard et la plupart des poëtes comiques étaient gens bilieux et EPIGRAM, ON THE BRASIERS' COMPANY HAVING RESOLVED TO PRESENT THE brasiers, it seems, are preparing to pass mélancoliques; et que M. de Voltaire, qui est très-gai, n'a jamais fait 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 Brasiers to Brandenburgh House was one of the most absurd fooleries of the time of the late Queen's trial. —E] (2) ["There is an epigram for you, is it not?-worthy Of Wordsworth, the grand metaquizzical poet, B. Letters, January 22, 1821.] TO MR. MURRAY. FOR Orford (1) and for Waldegrave (2) My Murray. Because if a live dog, 'tis said, A live lord must be worth two dead, My Murray. And if, as the opinion goes, Verse hath a better sale than prose- But now this sheet is nearly cramm'd, (1) [Horace Walpole's Memoirs of the last nine Years of the Reign of George II.] (2) [Memoirs by James Earl Waldegrave, Governor of George III. when Prince of Wales.] (3) ["Can't accept your courteous offer. These matters must be arranged with Mr. Douglas Kinnaird. He is my trustee, and a man of honour. To him you can state all your mercantile reasons, which you might not like to state to me personally, such as 'heavy season '— Y 2 |