With palsied hand shall turn each model o'er, Be all the bruisers cull'd from all St Giles' The room with transient glance appears to skim, Exclaims, These Greeks indeed were proper men!' And envies Laïs all her Attic beaux. When shall a modern maid have swains like these! And last of all, amidst the gaping crew, Some calm spectator, as he takes his view, Link'd with the fool that fired the Ephesian dome, In many a branding page and burning line; "So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, "Look to the East, where Ganges' swarthy race And glares the Nemesis of native dead; Mr West, on seeing the "Elgin Collection" (I suppose we shall hear of the "Abershaw" and "Jack Shephard" collection), declares himself "a mere tyro " in art.-B. † Poor Cribb was sadly puzzled when the marbles were first exhibited at Elgin House: he asked if it was not "a stone shop?"-He was right; it is a shop.-B. He set fire to the temple of Diana, in Ephesus, to immortalize his name. Till Indus rolls a deep purpureal flood, And claims his long arrear of northern blood. "Look on your Spain !-she clasps the hands she hates, Can spare a few to fight, and sometimes fly. "Look last at home-ye love not to look there; No misers tremble when there's nothing left. "Now fare ye well! enjoy your little hour; No more the hirelings, purchased near and far, Rot piecemeal on his own encumber'd shores : Show me the man whose counsels may have weight. †The Deal and Dover traffickers in specie.-B. Vain is each voice where tones could once command; And light with maddening hands the mutual pile. ""Tis done, 'tis past, since Pallas warns in vain ; The Furies seize her abdicated reign: Wide o'er the realm they wave their kindling brands, And Gaul shall weep ere Albion wear her chains. But when the field is fought, the battle won, Though drench'd with gore, his woes are but begun : CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: A ROMAUNT. L'univers est une espèce de livre, dont on n'a lu que la première page quand on n a vu que son pays. J'en ai feuilleté un assez grand nombre, que j'ai trouvé également mauvaises. Cet examen ne m'a point été infructueux. Je haïssais ma patrie. Toutes les impertinences des peuples divers, parmi lesquels j'ai vécu, m'ont reconcilié avec elle. Quand je n'aurais tiré d'autre bénéfice de mes voyages que celui-là, je n'en regretterais ni les frais ni les, fatigues.-LE COSMOPOLITE. PREFACE TO THE FIRST AND SECOND CANTOS. THE following poem was written, for the most part, amidst the scenes which it attempts to describe. It was begun in Albania; and the parts relative to Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries. Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the descriptions. The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acarnania, and Greece. There, for the present, the poem stops: its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East, through Ionia and Phrygia: these two Cantos are merely experimental. A fictitious character is introduced for the sake of giving some connection to the piece; which, however, makes no pretensions to regularity. It has been suggested to me by friends, on whose opinions I set a high value, that in this fictitious character, "Childe Harold," I may incur the suspicion of having intended some real personage: this I beg leave, once for all, to disclaimHarold is the child of imagination, for the purpose I have stated. In some very trivial particulars, and those merely local, there might be grounds for such a notion; but in the main points, I should hope, none whatever. It is almost superfluous to mention that the appellation "Childe," as "Childe Waters," "Childe Childers," &c., is used as more consonant with the old structure of versification which I have adopted. The "Good night," in the beginning of the first canto, was suggested by "Lord Maxwell's Good Night," in the Border Minstrelsy, edited by Mr Scott (Sir Walter). With the different poems which have been published on Spanish subjects, there may be found some slight coincidence in the first part, which treats of the Peninsula, but it can only be casual; as, with the exception of a few concluding stanzas, the whole of this poem was written in the Levant. The stanza of Spenser, according to one of our most successful poets, admits of every variety. Dr Beattie makes the following observation:-" Not long ago, I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which I propose to give full scope to my inclination, and be either droll or pathetic, descriptive or sentimental, tender or satirical, as the humour strikes me; for, if I mistake not, the measure which I have adopted admits equally of all these kinds of composition." [Beattie's Letters.] Strengthened in my opinion by such authority, and by the example of some in the highest order of Italian poets, I shall make no apology for attempts at similar variations in the following composition; satisfied that, if they are unsuccessful, their failure must be in the execution, rather than in the design sanctioned by the practice of Ariosto, Thomson, and Beattie. LONDON, February 1812. ADDITION TO THE PREFACE. I HAVE now waited till almost all our periodical journals have distributed their usual portion of criticism. To the justice of the generality of their criticisms I have nothing to object: it would ill become me to quarrel with their very slight degree of censure, when, perhaps, if they had been less kind, they had been more candid. Returning, therefore, to all and each my best thanks for their liberality, on one point alone shall I venture an observation. Amongst the many objections justly urged to the very indifferent character of the "vagrant Childe" (whom, notwithstanding many hints to the contrary, I │ still maintain to be a fictitious personage), it has been stated, that, besides the anachronism, he is very unknightly, as the times of the Knights were times of Love, Honour, and so forth. Now, it so happens that the good old times, when "l'amour du bon vieux tems, l'amour antique," flourished, were the most profligate of all possible centuries. Those who have any doubts on this subject may consult Sainte-Palaye, passim, and more particularly vol. ii., p. 69. The vows of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatsoever; and the songs of the Troubadours were not more decent, and certainly were much less refined, than those of Ovid. The "Cours d'amour, parlemens d'amour, ou de courtésie et de gentilesse," had much more of love than of courtesy or gentleness. See Roland on the same subject with Sainte-Palaye. Whatever other objection may be urged to that most unamiable personage, Childe Harold, he was so far perfectly knightly in his attributes-" No waiter, but a knight templar." By the by, I fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be, although very poetical personages, and true knights" sans peur," though not The Rovers; or, the Double Arrangement.-B. |