THE modest bard, like many a bard unknown, (1) [At Orchomenus, where stood the Temple of the Graces, I w tempted to exclaim, 'Whither have the Graces fled?' Little did I expect find them here; yet here comes one of them with golden cups and coffee, a another with a book. The book is a register of names, some of which a far sounded by the voice of fame. Among them is Lord Byron's, co nected with some lines which I here send you.-H. W. WILLIAMS.] Malta, May 16. 1811 September 14. 1811. ( (1) [Some notice of this poetaster has been given, antè, Vol. VII. p. 26 He died in 1810, and his works have followed him.-E.] (2) [The farce in question was called "M. P.; or, the Blue Stocking and came out at the Lyceum Theatre, on the 9th of September.-E.] EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, (1) IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES EXHORTING THE AUTHOR TO BE CHEERFUL, AND TO "BANISH CARE." "OH! banish care -such ever be The motto of thy revelry! Perchance of mine, when wassail nights 'Twere long to tell, and vain to hear, (1) [i. e. Mr. Francis Hodgson (not then the Reverend). See Vol. VII. p. 305.-E.] Have seen the infant, which she bore, And made my cheek belie my heart, The babe which ought to have been mine, Time had not made me love the less. (1) But let this pass-I'll whine no more, Nor seek again an eastern shore; I'll hie me to its haunts again. When Britain's "May is in the sere," Thou hear'st of one, whose deepening crime Suit with the sablest of the times, Of one, whom love nor pity sways, (1) [These lines will show with what gloomy fidelity, even while un the pressure of recent sorrow, the poet reverted to the disappointmen his early affection, as the chief source of all his sufferings and er present and to come. — MOORE.] |