WINDSOR POETICS. (1) Lines composed on the occasion of His Royal Highness the FAMED for contemptuous breach of sacred ties, Ah, what can tombs avail!-since these disgorge ODE TO NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. (2) "Expende Annibalem :-quot libras in duce summo Invenies?" Juvenal, Sat. X. (3) "The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul; his moral virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and those who derived any private benefit from his government announced in prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity. By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and an exile, till-——” Gibbon's Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p. 220. (4) "T is done--but yesterday a king! And arm'd with kings to strive— Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive? (5) (I) "I cannot conceive how the Vault has got about--but so it is. It is too farouche; but, truth to say, my sallies are not very playful." Lord B. to Mr. Moore. It "I am accused of ingratitude to a certain personage. is pretended that, after his civilities, I should not have spoken of him disrespectfully. Those epigrams were written long before my introduction to him; which was, after all, entirely accidental, and unsought for on my part. I met him one evening at Colonel J-'s. As the party was a small one, he could not help observing me; and as I made a considerable noise at that time, and was one of the lions of the day, he sent General -- to desire I would be presented to him. I would willingly have declined the honour, but could not with decency. His request was in the nature of a command. He was very polite, for he is the politest man in Europe, and paid me some compliments, that meant nothing. This was all the civility he ever showed me, and it does not burthen my conscience much." Medwin.-P. E. (2) The reader has seen that Lord Byron, when publishing The Corsair, in January, 1814, announced an apparently quite serious resolution to withdraw, for some years at least, from poetry. His letters, of the February and March following, abound in repetitions of the same determination. On the morning of the ninth of April, he writes-"No more rhyme for or rather from me. I have taken my leave of that stage, and henceforth will mountebank it no longer." In the evening, a Gazette Extraordinary announced the abdication of Fontainebleau, and the poet violated his vows next morning, by composing this Ode, which he immediately published, though without his name. His diary says:— "April 10. To-day I have boxed one hour-written an Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte-copied it-eaten six biscuits-drunk fear bottles of soda water, and redde away the rest of my time."-L. E. (3) Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star, Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind To those that worshipp'd thee: Thanks for that lesson-it will teach And vainly preach'd before. That led them to adore The triumph, and the vanity, The rapture of the strife (6)— Wherewith renown was rife All quell'd!-Dark Spirit! what must be The desolator desolate! The victor overthrown! The arbiter of others' fate A suppliant for his own! Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope? "Produce the urn that Hannibal contains, And weigh the mighty dust which yet remains: I know not that this was ever done in the old world; at least, with regard to Hannibal: but, in the Statistical Ac- › count of Scotland, I find that Sir John Paterson had the curiosity to collect, and weigh, the ashes of a person, discovered a few years since in the parish of Eccles; which be was happily enabled to do with great facility, as the inside of the coffin was smooth, and the whole body visible.' i Wonderful to relate, he found the whole did not exceed in weight one ounce and a half! AND IS THIS ALL! Alas! the quot libras itself is a satirical exaggeration." Gifford-L. E. (4) "I send you an additional motto from Gibbon, which you will find singularly appropriate." Lord B. to Mr. M. April 12. 1814.-L. E. (5) "I don't know-but I think I, even I (an insect compared with this creature), have set my life on casts not a millionth part of this man's. But, after all, a crown may not be worth dying for. Yet, to outlive Lodi for this!!! Oh that Juvenal or Johnson could rise from the dead! Expende-quot libras in duce summo invenies?' I knew they were light in the balance of mortality; but I thought their living dust weighed more carats. Alas! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it, and is now hardly fit to stick in a glazier's pencil;-the pen of the historian won't rate it worth a ducat. Psha! something too much of this.' But I won't give him up, even now; though all his admirers have, like the Thanes, fallen from him." B. Diary, April 9. -L. E. (6) "Certaminis gaudia”—the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons, given in Cassiodorus. To die a prince-or live a slave- He who of old would rend the oak (1) Alone-how look'd he round? The Roman, (2) when his burning heart His only glory was that hour The Spaniard, when the lust of sway A bigot's shrine nor despot's throne. (5) But thou-from thy reluctant hand The thunderbolt is wrung Too late thou leav'st the high command All evil spirit as thou art, It is enough to grieve the heart To see thine own unstrung; To think that God's fair world hath been And Earth hath spilt her blood for him, (1) "Out of town six days. On my return, find my poor little pagod, Napoleon, pushed off his pedestal. It is his own fault. Like Milo, he would rend the oak; but it closed again, wedged his hands, and now the beasts-lion, bear, down to the dirtiest jackall-may all tear him. That Muscovite winter wedged his arms;-ever since, he has fought with his feet and teeth. The last may still leave their marks; and I guess now' (as the Yankees say), that he will yet play them a pass." B. Diary, April 8.-L. E. (2) Sylla. -[We find the germ of this stanza in the diary of the evening before it was written:-"Methinks Sylla did better; for he revenged, and resigned in the height of his sway, red with the slaughter of his foes-the finest instance of glorious contempt of the rascals upon record. Dioclesian did well too-Amurath not amiss, had he become aught except a dervise-Charles the Fifth but so so; but Napoleon worst of all." B. Diary, April 9.]-L. E. (3) "Alter potent spell' to 'quickening spell:' the first (as Polonias says) is a vile phrase,' and means nothing, besides being common-place and Rosa-Matildaish. After the resolution of not publishing, though our Ode is a thing of little length and less consequence, it will be better altogether that it is anonymous." Lord B. to Mr. M. April II. -L. E. (4) Charles the Fifth, Emperor of Germany, and King of Spain, resigned, in 1555, his imperial crown to his brother Ferdinand, and the kingdom of Spain to his son Philip, and retired to a monastery in Estremadura, where he conform ed, in his manner of living, to all the rigour of monastic Fair Freedom! we may hold thee dear, If thou hadst died as honour dies, To shame the world again-- Weigh'd in the balance, hero-dust To dazzle and dismay: Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirth Of these, the conquerors of the earth. And she, proud Austria's mournful flower, How bears her breast the torturing hour? Thou throneless homicide? If still she loves thee, hoard that gem, Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle, That Earth is now as free! That Corinth's pedagogue (8) hath now austerity. Not satisfied with this, he dressed himself in "But who would rise in brightest day To set without one parting ray?"-L. E. (7) It is well known that Count Neipperg, a gentleman in the suite of the Emperor of Austria, who was first presented to Maria Louisa within a few days after Napoleon's abdication, became, in the sequel, her chamberlain, and then her husband. He is said to have been a man of re markably plain appearance. The Count died in 1831.-L. B. (8) Dionysius the Younger, esteemed a greater tyrant than his father, on being for the second time banished from Syracuse, retired to Corinth, where he was obliged to turn schoolmaster for a subsistence.-L. E. Thou, Timour! in his captive's cage (1) But one-"The world was mine!" All sense is with thy sceptre gone, Or, like the thief of fire from heaven, (2) His vulture and his rock! There was a day-there was an hour, (5) While earth was Gaul's-Gaul thineWhen that immeasurable power Unsated to resign Had been an act of purer fame Than gathers round Marengo's name, (1) The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane. (2) Prometheus. (3) In the first draught (4) "He suffered for kind acts to men At least of kingly stock; Since he was good, and thou but great, Thou canst not quarrel with thy fate."-L. E. Tolipa wanton, and suppose her chaste."-Shakspeare. [We believe there is no doubt of the anecdote here alluded to-of Napoleon's having found leisure for an unworthy amour, the very evening of his arrival at Fontainebleau. -L. E.] (5) The three last stanzas, which Lord Byron had been solicited by Mr. Murray to write, to avoid the stamp duty then imposed upon publications not exceeding a sheet, were not published with the rest of the poem. "I don't like them at all," says Lord Byron, "and they had better be The fact is, I can't do any thing I am asked to do, however gladly I would; and at the end of a week my interest in a composition goes off."-L. E. left out. The poem originally contained but eleven stanzas; the rest were afterwards added in successive editions.-P. E. (6) In one of Lord Byron's MS. Diaries, begun at Ravenna in May, 1821, we find the following:-"What shall I write? -another Journal? I think not. Any thing that comes uppermost, and call it My Dictionary. Augustus.-I have often been puzzled with his character. Was he a great man? Assuredly. But not one of my great men. I have always looked upon Sylla as the greatest character in history, for laying down his power at the moinent when it was To great to keep or to resign.' and thus despising them all. As to the retention of his power by Augustus, the thing was already settled. If he had given it up-the commonwealth was gone-the republic was long past all resuscitation. Had Brutus and Cassius gained the battle of Philippi, it would not have restored the republic. Its days ended with the Gracchi; the rest was a mere struggle of parties. You might as well cure a consumption, or restore a broken egg, as revive a state so long a prey to every uppermost soldier, as Rome had long been. As for a despotism, if Augustus could have been sure that all his successors would have been like himself-I mean not as Octavius, but Augustus) or Napoleon could have in. sured the world that none of his successors would have been like himself-the ancient or modern world might have | gone on, like the empire of China, in a state of lethargic prosperity. Suppose, for instance, that, instead of Tiberius and Caligula, Augustus had been immediately succeeded by Nerva, Trajan, the Antonines, or even by Titus and his father-what a difference in our estimate of himself!--So far from gaining by the contrast, I think that one half of our dislike arises from his having been heired by Tiberius- and one half of Julius Cæsar's fame, from his having had his empire consolidated by Augustus.- Suppose that there had been no Octavius, and Tiberius had jumped the life' between, and at once succeeded Julius ?-And yet it is difficult to say whether hereditary right or popular choice produce the worser sovereigns. The Roman Consuls make a goodly show; but then they only reigned for a year, and were under a sort of personal obligation to distinguish themselves. It is still more difficult to say which form of government is the worst-all are so bad. As for democracy. it is the worst of the whole; for what is, in fact, democracy? -an aristocracy of blackguards."-L. E. (7) On being reminded by a friend of his recent promise not to write any more for years-"There was," replied Lord Byron, "a mental reservation in my pact with the public, in behalf of anonymes; and, even had there not, the provocation was such as to make it physically impossible to pass over this epoch of triumphant tameness. 'Tis a sad business; and, after all, I shall think higher of rhyme and reason, and very humbly of your heroic people, till-Elba becomes a volcano, and sends him out again. I can't think it is all over yet."-L. E. (8) "Thou hast asked me for a song, and I enclose you an experiment, which has cost me something more than trouble, and is, therefore, less likely to be worth your taking any in your proposed setting. Now, if it be so, throw it into the fire without phrase." Lord B. to Mr. Moore, May 10, 1814.-L. E. "Many of the best poetical pieces of Lord Byron, having the least amatory feeling, have been strangely distorted by his calumniators, as if applicable to the lamented circumstances of his latter life. The foregoing verses were written more than two years previously to his marriage, and to show how averse his lordship was from touching, in the most distant manner, upon the theme which might be deemed to have a personal allusion, he requested me, the morning before he last left London, either to suppress the verses entirely, or to be careful in putting the date when they were originally written." Nathan.-P. E. Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt! May, 1814. ADDRESS INTENDED TO BE RECITED AT WHO hath not glow'd above the page where fame sent away from Carlton House. The affair at the time made much noise in the fashionable world, and formed the sub (1) "The newspapers will tell you all that is to be told of emperors, etc. They have dined and supped, and shown their flat faces in all thoroughfares and several saloons.ject of the condolatory address in question, from Lord Their uniforms are very becoming, but rather short in the skirts; and their conversation is a catechism, for which, and the answers, I refer you to those who have heard it." Lerd B. to Mr. Moore, June 14.-P. E. (2) His late Majesty, George the Fourth, when Prince Regent, formed a collection of miniature portraits of the ladies of his Court, the most celebrated for their beauty. The Countess of Jersey's was necessarily among them, but some pique against that lady subsequently led to its being Byron's pen." Finden's Illustrations.-P. E. "The newspapers have got hold (I know not how) of the Condolatory Address to Lady Jersey on the picture ab duction by our Regent, and have published them-with my name, too, smack-without even asking leave, or inquiring whether or no! D-n their impudence, and d-n every thing. It has put me out of patience, and so I shall say no more about it." B. Letters.-L. E. What most admired each scrutinising eye If thus, fair Jersey! our desiring gaze Long may thy yet meridian lustre shine, With all that Virtue asks of homage thine: The symmetry of youth-the grace of mienThe eye that gladdens-and the brow serene; The glossy darkness of that clustering hair, Which shades, yet shows that forehead more than fair! Each glance that wins us, and the life that throws A spell which will not let our looks repose, But turn to gaze again, and find anew Some charm that well rewards another view. These are not lessen'd, these are still as bright, Albeit too dazzling for a dotard's sight; And these must wait till every charm is gone, To please the paltry heart that pleases none;That dull cold sensualist, whose sickly eye In envious dimness pass'd thy portrait by; Who rack'd his little spirit to combine Its hate of Freedom's loveliness, and thine. TO BELSHAZZAR. Aug. 1814. BELSHAZZAR! from the banquet turn, Nor in thy sensual fulness fall; Behold! while yet before thee burn The graven words, the glowing wall. Many a despot men miscall Crown'd and anointed from on high; But thou, the weakest, worst of allIs it not written, thou must die? Go! dash the roses from thy brow- (1) This gallant officer fell in August, 1814, in his twentyninth year, whilst commanding, on shore, a party belonging to his ship, the Menelaus, and animating them, in storm Where thou hast tarnish'd every gem:- And ever light of word and worth, ELEGIAC STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR THERE is a tear for all that die, O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent: All earth becomes their monument! For them bewail, to them belong. Grows hush'd, their name the only sound; A theme to crowds that knew them not, Who would not share their glorious lot? And, gallant Parker! thus enshrined Thy life, thy fall, thy fame shall be; A model in thy memory. But there are breasts that bleed with thee And shuddering hear of victory, Where one so dear, so dauntless, fell. Where shall they turn to mourn thee less? They cannot choose but weep the more; STANZAS FOR MUSIC. THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: ing the American camp near Baltimore. He was Lord Byron's first-cousin; but they had never met since boy bood. -L. E. |