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Shall these approach the muse? ah, no! she flies, For me, who, thus unask'd,* have dared to tell
*Even from the tempting ore of Seaton's prize; My country, what her sons should know too well,
Though printers condescend the press to soil ItZeal for her honor bade me here engage
With rhyme by Hoare, and epic blank by Hoyle:f The host of idiots that infest her age;
Not him whose page, if still upheld by whist, No just applause her honor'd name shall lose,
Requires no sacred theme to bid us list. I

As first in freedom, dearest to the muse.
Ye. who in Granta's honors would surpass, Oh! would thy bards but emulate thy fame,
Must mount her Pegasus, a full-grown ass ; And rise more worthy, Albion, of thy name!
A foal well worthy of her ancient dam,

What Athens was in science, Rome in power, Whose Helicon is duller than her Cam.

What Tyre appear'd in her meridian hour,

'Tis thine at once, fair Albion! to have been $ There Clarke, still striving piteously “ to please,” Earth's chief dictatress, ocean's lovely queen. Forgetting doggrel leads not to degrees,

But Rome decay'd, and Athens strew'd the plain, A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,

And Tyre's proud piers lie shatter'd in the main ; A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon,

Like these, thy strength may sink, in ruin hurld, Condemn'd to drudge, the meanest of the mean, And Britain fall, the bulwark of the world. And furbish falsehoods for a magazine,

But let me cease, and dread Cassandra's fate, Devotes to scandal his congenial mind;

With warning ever scoff'd at, till too late; Himself a living libel on mankind.

To themes less lofty still my lay confine, Oh! dark asylum of a Vandal race !

And urge thy bards to gain a name like thine. I At once the boast of learning, and disgrace: **So lost to Phoebus, that nor Hodgson'stt verse Then, hapless Britain ! be thy rulers blest, Can make thee better, or poor Hewson'sit worse. The senate's oracles, the people's jest! But where fair Isis rolls her purer ware,

Still hear thy motley orators dispense The partial muse delighted loves to lave;

The flowers of rhetoric, though not of sense,
On her green banks a greener wreath sheff wove, While Canning's colleagues hate him for his wit,
To crown the bards that haunt her classic grove; And old dame Portlands fills the place of Pitt
Where Richards wakes a genuine poet's fires,
And modern Britons glory in their sires. ||||

Yet once again adieu ! ere this the sail .
That wafts me hence is shivering in the gale;

And Afric's|| coast and Calpe'sI adverse height, * Even from the tempting ore of Seaton's prize. Thus corrected, in 1816, by Lord Byron. In former editions :

And Starnboul's** minarets must greet my sight: “And even spurns the great Seatonian prize."

Thence shall I stray through beauty's native clime,tt

Where Kaff II is clad in rocks, and crown'd with † lhus iu the original manuscript:

snows sublime.
With odes by Smyth, and epic songs by Hoyle ;

But should I back return, no tempting pressss
Hoyle whose learn'd page if still upheld by whist,
Required no sacred theme to bid us list.

Shall drag my journal from the desk's recess : I The “ Games of Hoyle,' well known to the votaries of whist, chess, &c.

Let coxcombs, printing as they come from far, are not to be superseded by the vagaries of his poetical nunesake, whose Snatch his own wreath of ridicule from Carr; poem comprised, as expressly stated in the advertisement, all the “plagues Let Aberdeen and Elgini| still pursue of Egynt."

The shade of fame through regions of vertú; $ There Clarke, still striving, &c. --These eight lines were added in the second edition.

Waste useless thousands on their Phidian freaks, Right enough; this was well deserved, and well laid on.--MS. note by Misshapen monuments and maim'd antiques; Lord Byron. 1816.

This person, who has lately betrayed the most rabiil symptoms of coufirmed authorship, is writer of il poem denominated the “ Art of Pleasing,"

* Unask'd; in the first edition unknown. as." lucus a non lucendo,"containing little pleasantry and less poetry. He

t Zeal for her honor, &c.-In the first edition, this couplet ran, also acts as monthly stipendiary and collector of calumnies for the "Satirist."

" Zeal for her honor, no malignant rage, If this unfortunate young man would exchange the magazines for the

Has bade me spurn the follies of her age.” mathematics, and endeavor to take a recent degree in his imiversity, it might zventually prove more serviceable than his present salary.

And urge thy bards to gain a name like thine. With this verse the satire T "Into Cambridgeshire the Emperor Probus transported a considerable

ended in the original edition. body of Vandals." Gibbon's Decline and Fall, p. 83, vol. ii. There is no

§ A friend of mine being asked why his grace of Portland was likened to reason to doubt the truth of this assertion; the breed is still in high perfeon

an old woman? replied, “he supposed it was because he was past bearing." tion.*

His grace is now gathered to his grandmothers, where he sleeps as sound as These four lines were substituted for the following in the original man

ever; but even his sleep was better than his colleagues' waking. 1811.

| Afric's coast. Saw it, August, 1809.-MS. note by Lord Byron. 1816. uscript: Yet hold-as when by Heaven's supreme behest,

Gibraltar. Saw it, August, 1809.--MS. note by Lord Byron. 1316. If found, ten righteous had preserved the rest,

** Stamboul. Was there the summer of 1810.-MS. note by Lord Byron. In Solom's firted town, for Granta's name

1816. Let Hodgson's genins plead, and save her fame.

ft Georgia.

11 Mount Caucasus. Saw the distant ridge of, 1810, 1811.---MS. note by ** So lost to Phoebus, that, &c.--This couplet, thus altered in the fifth Lord Byron. 1816. edition, was originally printed,

But should I back return, no tempting press

Shall drag, &c. “ So sunk in dullness, and so lost in shame,

These four lines were altered in the fifth edition. They orig Mally stood, That Smyth and Hodgson scarce redeem thy fame."

" But should I back return, no letter'd sage ff This gentleman's name requires no praise ; the man who in transla

Shall drag my common-place took on the stage: tion displays unquestionable genius may well be expected to excel in orig.

Let vain Valencia * rival luckless Carr, inal coinposition, of which it is to be hoped we shall soon see a splendid

And equal him whose work he sought to mar." specirnen.

Lord Elgin would fain persuade us that all the figures, with and without 11 Hewson Clarke, Esq., as it is written.

noses, in his stone-shop, are the work of Phidias ! “Credat Judæus!" SS" 18" in the first edition. 1 The “ Aloriginal Britons," an excellent poem, by Richards.

• Lord Valencia (whose tremendons travels are forthcoming with due

decorations, graphical, topographical, typographical) deposed, on Sir Joho The breed is still in high perfection. In the first eclition, « There is no Carr's unlucky suit, that Dubois's satire prevented his purchase of the reason to doubt the truth of this assertion, as a large stock of the same breed - Stranger in Ireland."-Oh, fie, my lord ? has your lordship no more s to be found there at this clay."

feeling for a fellow-tourist? bul" two of a trade," they say, &c. 59

And make their grand saloons a general mart By Jeffrey's harmless pistol, Hallam's rage
For all the mutilated blocks of art:

Edina's brawny sons and brimstone page.
Of Dardan tours let dilettanti tell,

Our men in buckram shall have blows enough, I leave topography to rapid* Gellt

And feel they too are “ penetrable stuff;" And, quite content, no more shall interpose And though I hope not hence unscathed to go, To stun the public ear--at least with prose. Who conquers me shall find a stubborn foe.

The time hath been, when no harsh sound would fall Thus far I've held my undisturb'd career,

From lips that now may seem imbued with gall, Prepared for rancor, steeld 'gainst selfish fear : Nor fools nor follies tempt me to despise This thing of rhyme I ne'er disdained to own The meanest thing that crawl'd beneath my eyes; Though not obtrusive, yet not quite unknown: But now so callous grown, so changed since youth, My voice was heard again, though not so loud, I've learn'd to think, and sternly speak the truth: My page, though nameless, never disavow'd ; Learn'd to deride the critic's starch decree, And now at once I tear the veil away :

And break him on the wheel he meant for me; Cheer on the pack! the quarry stands at bay, To spurn the rod a scribbler bids me kiss, Unscared by all the din of Melbourne house,* Nor care if courts and crowd's applaud or hiss; By Lambe's resentment, or by Holland's spouse. Nay more, though all my rival rhymsters frown,

I too can hunt a poetaster down; • Rapid. Thus altered in the fifth edition. In all previous editions And, arm'd in proof, the gauntlet cast at once * classic."

To Scotch marauder, and to southern dunce. † "Rapid," indeed! He topographized and typographized King Priam's dominions in three days led called him "classic" before I saw the Troad, Thus much I've dared ; if my incondite lay* but since have learned better than to tack his name with what don't belong to Hath it.--Note to the fifth edition.

This, let the world, which knows not how to spare, MrGell's Topography of Troy" and Ithaca t cannot fail to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of classical taste, as well for the informa.


v dec tion Mr. Gell conveys to the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the respective works display.-Note to all the early editions.. Since seeing the plain of Troy, my opinions are somewhat changed as to

Thus much I've dared; if my incondite lay. the above note. Gell's survey was hasty and superficial.--MS. note by Lord The reading of the fifth edition : originally printed, Byron, 1816. 1 Din.of Melbourne house.-Singular enough, and din enough,

"Thus much I've dared to do; how far my lay." God knows.-MS. note by Lord Byron. 1816.

| † The greater part of this satire I most sincerely wish had never been written—not only on account of the injustice of much of the critical, and

some of the personal part of it--but the tone and temper are such as I can • Troy. Visited both in 1910 and 1811.-MS. note by Lord Byron. 1816. not approve.-Byron. July 14, 1816. Ithica. Passed first in 1809.-MS. note by Lord Byron. 1816.

Diodata, Geneva.




the poet corsidereth times past and their poesy--maketh a sudden transition to times present-is incensed against book-inakers-revileth W. Scout for wpidity and ballad-mongering, with notable remarks on Master Southey-complaineth that Master Southey hath inflicted three poems epic and otherwise on the pubiic-inveigheth against Wm. Wordsworth ; buta laudeth Mr. Coleridge and his elegy on a young ass-is disposed to vituperato Mr. Lewis and greatly rebuketh Thomas Little (the late), and the Lord Strangford-recommendeth Mr. Haley to turn his attention to prose and exhorteth the Moravians to glorify Mr. Grahame-sympathizeth with the Rev. Bowles and deploreth the melancholy fate of Montgomery

breaketh out into invective against the Edinburgh Reviewers-calleth them hard names, harpies, and the like apostrophiseth Jeffrey and prophesieth-Episode of Jeffrey and Moore, their jeopardy and deliverance; portents on the morn of combat; the Tweed, Tolbooth, Frith or Fortha severally shocked ; descent of a goddess to save Jeffrey; incorporation of the bullets with his sinciput and occiput-Edinburgh Reviewers en main -Lord Aberdeen, Herbert, Scori, Hallam, Pillaus, Lambe, Sydney Smith, Brougham, &c.— The Lord Holland applauded for dinners and transla tions.--The Drama; Skeffington, Hook, Reynolds, Kenney, Cherry, &c.--Sheridan, Colman, and Cumberland called upon to write-retum to poesy--scribblers of all sorts Lordsometimes rhyme; much better not-Hafiz, Rosa Matilda, and X. Y. Z.--Rogers, Campbell, Gifford, dina true poets-translators of the Greek Anthology-CrabbeDarwin's style-Cambridge-Seatonian Prize-Smyth-Hodgson--Oxford-Richards Poole baquitur conclusion.



| HAVE been informed, since the presnet edition (cartels; but, alas, “the age of chivalry is ote," went to press, that my trusty and well-beloved or, in the vulgar tongue, there is no spirit nowcousins, the Edinburgh Reviewers, are preparing a days. most vehement critique on my poor, gentle, un-! There is a youth ycleped Hewson Clarke (Subaudi resisting Muse, whom they have already so be- esquire), a sizer of Emmanuel College, and, I believe, devilled with their ungodly ribaldry:

la denizen of Berwick-upon-Tweed, whom I have

introduced in these pages to much better company 66 Tantæne animis cælestibus iræ !"

than he has been accustomed to meet; he is, notI suppose I must say of Jeffrey as Sir Andrew Ague- withstanding, a very sad dog, and for no reason cheek saith, “ an' I had known he was so cunning that I can discover, except a personal quarrel with of fence, I had seen him damned ere I had fought a bear, kept by me at Cambridge to sit for a fellow him.” What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the ship, and whom the jealousy of his Trinity conteniBosphorus before the next number has passed the poraries prevented from success, has been abusing Tweed! But I yet hope to light my pipe with it in me, and what is worse, the defenceless innocent Persia.

above mentioned, in “The Satirist” for one year My northern friends have accused me, with justice, and some months. I am utterly unconscious of of personality towards their great literary anthro- having given him any provocation ; indeed, I am pophagus, Jeffrey; but what else was to be done with guiltless of having heard his name till coupled witł him and his dirty pack, who feed by “ lying and "The Satirist.” He has therefore no reason tu slandering," and slake their thirst by "evil speak- complain, and I dare say that, like Sir Fretful Pla ing?" I have adduced facts already well known, giary, he is rather pleased than otherwise. I have and of Jeffrey's mind I have stated my free opinion, now mentioned all who have done me the honor tu nor has he thence sustained any injury ;-what notice me and mine, that is, my bear and my book scavenger was ever soiled by being pelted with except the editor of The Satirist,” who, it seems mud? It may be said that I quit England because is a gentleman-God wot! I wish he could impart a I have censured there 6 persons of honor and wit little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers. about town." but I am coming back again, and I hear that Mr. Jerningham is about to take up the their vengeance will keep hot till my return, Those cudgels for his Mæcenas, Lord Carlisle : I hope who know me can testify that my motives for not: he was one of the few, who, in the very shor leaving England are very different from fears, intercourse I had with him, treated me with kind literary or personal: those who do not, may one ness when a boy, and whatever he may say ci do day be convinced. Since the publication of this “pour on, I will endure." I have nothing furthes thing, my name has not been concealed; I have to add, save a general note of thanksgiving to been mostly in London, ready to answer for my readers, purchasers, and publisner's, and, in the transgressions, and in daily expectation of sundry words of Scott, I wish

" To all and each a faii good nighing • Added to the moond edition.

And rosy dreams and slumbun licebant."

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66 _ Ergo fungar vice cotis, acutum
Reddere quæ ferrum valet, exsors ipsa secandi."

HOR. De Arte Poet.
** Rhymes are difficult things they are stubborn things, sir."


Athens, Capuchin Convent, March 12, 1811. A labor'd, long exordium, sometimes tends Who would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace |(Like patriot speeches) but to paltry ends; His costly canvass with each flatter'd face,

And nonsense in a lofty note goes down, Abused his art, till Nature, with a blush,

As pertness passes with a legal gown: Saw cits grow centaurs underneath his brush? Thus many a bard describes in pompous strain Or, should some limner join, for show or sale, The clear brook babbling through the goodly plain A maid of honor to a mermaid's tail ?

The groves of Granta, and her gothic halls,
Or low* Dugost (as once the world has seen) King's Coll., Cam's stream, stain'd windows, and
Degrade God's creatures in his graphic spleen ?

old walls :
Not all that forced politeness, which defends Or in advent'rous numbers, neatly aims
Fools in their faults, could gag his grinning friends. To paint a rainbow or the river Thames.*
Believe me, Moschus, like that picture seems
The book which, sillier than a sick man's dreams,

You sketch a tree, and so perhaps may shine-
Displays a crowd of figures incomplete,

But daub a shipwreck like an alehouse sign; Poetic nightmares, without head or feet.

You plan a vase-it dwindles to a pot;

Then glide down Grub-street--fasting and forgot : Poets and painters, as all artists know,

Laugh'd into Lethe by some quaint review,
May shoot a little with a lengthen’d bow;

Whose wit is never troublesome till true.
We claim this mutual mercy for our task,
And grant in turn the pardon which we ask ;
But make not monsters spring from gentle dams- In fine, to whatsoever you aspire,
Birds breed not vipers, tigers nurse not lambs. Let it at least be simple and entire.

Humano capiti cervicem pictor equinam
Jungere si velit, et varias inducere plumas,
Undique collatis membris, ut turpiter atrum
Desinat in piscem mulier formosa superne;
Spectatum admissi rişum teneatis, amici ?
Credite, Pisones, iste tabulæ fore librum
Persimilem, cujus, velut ægri somnia, vanæ
Fingentur species, ut nec pes, nec caput'uni
Reddatur formæ. Pictoribus atque poetis
Quidlibet audendi semper fuit æqua potestas
Scimus, et hanc veniam petimusque damusque

Sed non ut placidis coëant immitia; non ut
Serpentes avibus geminentur, tigribus agni.

Incoeptis gravibus plerumque et magna professi
Purpureus, late qui splendeat, unus et alter
Assuitur pannus; cum lucus et ara Dianæ,
Et properantis aquæ per amenos ambitus agros,
Aufflumen Rhenum, aut pluvius describitur arcus.
Sed nunc non erat his locus : et fortasse cupressum
Scis simulare: quid hoc, si fractis enatat exspes
Navibus, ære dato qui pingitur? amphora cæpit
Institui: currente rotâ cur urceus exit ?
Denique sit quod vis, simplex duntaxat et unum

Maxima pars vatum, pater, etjuvenes patre digni,
Decipimur specie recti. Brevis esse laboro,
Obscurus fio: sectantem levia, nervi
Deficiunt animique: professus grandia, turget:
Serpit humi tutus nimium timidusque procellæ
Qui variare cupit rem prodigialiter unam,
Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.

• In an English newspaper, which finds its way abroad wherever there are Englishınen, I read an account of this dirty dauber's caricature of Mr. H , and the consequent action, &c. The subject is probably too well konwn to require further comment.

• “Where pure description held the place of sense.”- Pope.

The greater portion of the rhyming tribe

New words find credit in these latter days, (Give tar, my friend, for thou hast been a scribe) If neatly grafted on a Gallic phrase. Are led astray by some peculiar lure.

What Chaucer, Spencer did, we scarce refuse I labor to be brief-become obscure;

To Dryden's or to Pope's maturer muse. One falls while following elegance too fast; If you can add a little, say why not, Another soars, inflated with bombast;

As well as William Pitt and Walter Scott ? Too low a third crawls on, afraid to fly,

Since they, by force of rhyme and force of lungs, He spins his subject to satiety;

Enrich'd our island's ill-united tongues; Absurdly varying, he at last engraves

'Tis then-and shall be-lawful to present Fish in the woods, and boars beneath the waves ! Reform in writing, as in parliament.

Unless your care's exact, your judgment nice As forests shed their foliage by degrees,
The flight from folly leads but into vice;

So fade expressions which in season please.
None are complete, all wanting in some part, And we and ours, alas! are due to fate,
Like certain tailors, limited in art.

And works and words but dwindle to a date. For galligaskins Slowshears is your man,

Though as a monarch nods, and commerce calls, But coats must claim another artizan. *

Impetuous rivers stagnate in canals; Now this to me, I own, seems much the same Though swamps subdued, and marshes drain'de As Vulcan's feet to bear Apollo's frame;

sustain Or, with a fair complexion, to expose

The heavy ploughshare and the yellow grain, Black eyes, black ringlets, but-a bottle nose ! And rising ports along the busy shore

Protect the vessel from old ocean's roar, Dear authors ! suit your topics to your strength, All, Il must perish; but, surviving last, And ponder well your subject, and its length; The love of letters half preserves the past. Nor lift your load, before you're quite aware True, some decay, yet not a few revive; * What weight your shoulders will, or will not, bear. Though those shall sink, which now appear to thrive, But lucid Order, and Wit's siren voice,

As custom arbitrates, whose shifting sway Await the poet skilful in his choice;

Our life and language must alike obey. With native eloquence he soars along, Grace in his thoughts, and music in his song. The immortal wars which gods and angels wage,

Are they not shown in Milton's sacred page ? Let judgment teach him wisely to combine

His strain will teach what numbers best belong With future parts the now omitted line;

To themes celestial told in epic song.
This shall the author choose, or that reject,
Precise in style, and cautious to select.

The slow, sad stanza will correctly paint
Nor slight applause will candid pens afford

The lover's anguish or the friend's complaint. To him who furnishes a wanting word.

But which deserves the laurel, rhyme or blank? Then fear not if ’tis needful to produce

Which holds on Helicon the higher rank! Some term unknown, or obsolete in use,

Let squabbling critics by themselves dispute (As Pittt has furnish'd us a word or two,

This point, as puzzling as a Chancery suit.
Which lexicographers declined to do;)
So you indeed, with care,—(but be content Satiric rhyme first sprang from selfish spleen.
To take this licence rarely)---may invent.

You doubt-see Dryden, Pope, St. Patrick's dean.t

In vitium ducit culpæ fuga, si caret arte. Græco fonte cadant, parce detorta. Quid autem Æmilium circa ludum faber imus et ungues

Cæcilio Plautoque dabit Romanus, ademptum Exprimet, et molles imitabitur ære capillos; Virgilio Varioque? ego cur, acquirere pauca Infelix operis summa, quia ponere totum

Si possum, invideor, cum lingua Catanis et Enni Nesciet. Hunc ego me, si quid componere curem, Sermonem patrium ditaverit, et nova rerum Non magis esse velim, quam pravo vivere naso, Nomina protulerit ? Licuit, semperque licebit, Spectandum nigris oculis nigroque capillo.

Signatum præsente nota producere nomen. Sumite materiem vestris, qui scribitis, æquam Ut silvæ foliis pronos mutantur in annos; Viribus; et versate diu quid ferre recusent,

Prima cadunt: ita verborum vetus interit ætas, Quid valeant humeri. Cui lecta potenter erit res, Et juvenum ritu florent modo nata, vigentque Nec facundia duxeret hunc, nec lucidus ordo. Debemur morti nos nostraque: sire receptus

Ordinis hæc virtus erit et venus, aut ego fallor, Terra Neptunus classes aquilonibus arcet, Ut jam nunc dicat, jam nunc debentia dici

Regis opus; sterilisve diu palus, aptaque remis, Pleraque differat, et præsens in tempus omittat; Vicinas urbes alit, et grave sentit aratrum: Hoc amet, hoc spernat promissi carminis auctor. Seu cursum mutavit iniquum frugibus aninis,

In verbis etiam tenuis caustusques serendis ; Doctus iter melius; mortalia facta peribunt; Dixeris egregie, notum si callida verbum

Nedum sermonum stet honos, et gratia vivax. Reddiderit junctura novum. Si forte necesse est Multa renascentur, quæ jam cecidere; cadentque Indiciis monstrare recentibus abdita rerum,

Quæ nunc sunt in honore vocabula, si volet usus, Fingere cinctutis non exaudita Cethegis

Quem penes arbitrium est et jus et norma loquendi. Continget; dabiturque licentia sumpta pudenter, Res gestæ regumque ducumque et tristia bella, Et nova actaque nuper habebunt verba fidem, si

• Old ballads, old plays, and old women's stories, are at present in as much • Mere common mortals were commonly content with one tailor and with request as old wine or new speeches. In fact this is the millenium of black one bill, but the more particular gentlemen found it impossible to confide letter: thanks to our Hebers, Webers, and Scotts ! their lower garments to the makers of their body clothes. I speak of the + Mac Flecknoe, the Dunciad, and all Swift's lampooning ballade, beginning of 1809; what reform may have since taken place I neither know Whatever their others works may be, these originated in personal feelinghe aor desire to know.

and angry retort on unworthy rivals; and though the ability of these satiros † Mr. Pitt was liberal in his additions to our parliamentary tongue, as may elevates the poetical, their poignancy detracts from the personal character of De veen in many publications, particularly the Edinburgh Review.

the writers.

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