4. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, And when, alas! our brains are gone, What nobler substitute than wine? 5. Quaff while thou canst : another race, May rescue thee from earth's embrace, 6. Why not? since through life's little day Newstead Abbey, 1808. [First published in the seventh edition of Childe Harold.] WELL! THOU ART HAPPY. 1 I. WELL! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; i. To Mrs. [erased]-[MS. L.] Το --[Imit. and Transl. Hobhouse, 1809.] 1. [These lines were written after dining at Annesley with Mr. and Mrs. Chaworth Musters. Their daughter, born 1806, and now Mrs. Hamond, of Westacre, Norfolk, is still (January, 1898) living.] |