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And nightly smiles, and daily dinners,"
And now I've got to Mrs. Fraser,
And now, O Malta ! since thou'st got us,
1. [“ We have had balls and fêtes given us by all classes here, and it is impossible to convey to you the sensation our success has given rise to."- Memoirs and Letters of Sir W. Hoste, ii. 82.)
2. (Mrs. (Susan) Fraser published, in 1809, “ Camilla de Florian (the scene is laid in Valetta) and Other Poems. By an Officer's Wife." Byron was, no doubt, struck by her admiration for Macpherson's Ossian, and had read with interest her version of “The Address to the Sun,” in Carthon, p. 31 (see Poetical Works, 1898, i. 229). He may, too, have regarded with favour some stanzas in honour of the Bolero (p. 82), which begin, “When, my Love, supinely laying.")
Or take my physic while I'm able
May 26, 1811.' (First published, 1816.)
Let the Sunbeam be bright for the younger of days :
1. [Byron left Malta for England June 13, 1811. (See Letter to H. Drury, July 17, 1811, Letters, 1898, i. 318.)]
5. And theirs was the wealth and the fulness of Fame, And mine to inherit too haughty a name; And theirs were the times and the triumphs of yore, And mine to regret, but renew them no more.
6. And Ruin is fixed on my tower and my wall, Too hoary to fade, and too massy to fall; It tells not of Time's or the tempest's decay," But the wreck of the line that have held it in sway.
August 26, 1811. [First published in Memoir of Rev. F. Hodgson, 1878, i. 187.)
EPISTLE TO A FRIEND,
IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES EXHORTING THE AUTHOR
TO BE CHEERFUL, AND TO BANISH CARE."
“Oh! banish care ”—such ever be
i. And mine was the pride and the worth of a name.-[MS. M.] ii. It tells not of time :-(MS. M.]
1. [Francis Hodgson.]
Whose every thought-but let them pass--
'Twere long to tell, and vain to hear, The tale of one who scorns a tear; And there is little in that tale Which better bosoms would bewail. But mine has suffered more than well 'Twould suit philosophy to tell. I've seen my bride another's bride, Have seen her seated by his side,Have seen the infant, which she bore, Wear the sweet smile the mother wore, When she and I in youth have smiled, As fond and faultless as her child ;Have seen her eyes, in cold disdain, Ask if I felt no secret pain ; And I have acted well my part, And made my cheek belie my heart, Returned the freezing glance she gave, Yet felt the while that woman's slave ; -Have kissed, as if without design, The babe which ought to have been mine, And showed, alas ! in each caress Time had not made me love the less.
But let this pass—I'll whine no more, Nor seek again an eastern shore;
The world befits a busy brain,-
Newstead Abbey, Oct. 11, 1811.
(First published, Life, 1830.
TO THYRZA.. 2
WITHOUT a stone to mark the spot,3
And say, what Truth might well have said,"
i. On the death of Thyrza.-[S.]
ii. And soothe if such could soothe thy shade.- (MS. erased.] 1. (Hodgson stipulated that the last twelve lines should be omitted, but Moore disregarded his wishes, and included the poem as it stands in his Life. A marginal note ran thus : “ N.B. The poor dear soul meant nothing of this. F.H.”--Memoir of Rev. Francis Hodgson, 1878, i. 212.]
2. [The following note on the identity of Thyrza has been communicated to the Editor :
“The identity of Thyrza and the question whether the person addressed under this name really existed, or was an imaginary being, have given rise to much speculation and discussion of a more or less futile kind.
“This difficulty is now incapable of definite and authoritative