↑ A bard (horresco referens) defied his reviewer to mortal combatIf this example becomes prevalent, our periodical censors must be dip Bose stanzas were first published in the second edition of Hours of ped in the river Styx; for what else can secure then from the numerous host of their enraged assailanta ? 17. And though some trifling share of praise, To me were doubly dear; ANSWER TO SOME ELEGANT VERSES SENT BY A FRIEND TO THE AUTHOR, COMPLAINING THAT ONE OF HIS DESCRIPTIONS WAS RATHER TOO WARMLY DRAWN.* "But if any old lady, knight, priest, or physician, Should condemn me for printing a second edition; CANDOUR Compels me, BECHER ! to commend The wise sometimes from Wisdom's ways depart; November 26, 1806. These dnes were printed in the private volume, and in the fret adition of Hours of Idleness, but afterwards omitted. ↑ Imprudent. In the private volume, unworthy. Wild. Private volume, sole. GRANT A. A MEDLEY. «'Αργυρέαις λόγχαισι μάχου καὶ πάντα Κρατήσεις. 1. OH! Could LE SAGE'st demon's gift 2. Then would, unroof'd, old Granta's halls 3. Then would I view each rival wight, Petty and Palmerston survey; Who canvass there with all their might, Against the next elective day. 4. Lo! candidates and voters liet All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number! A race renown'd for piety, Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber. 5. Lord H, indeed, may not demur, 6. They know the chancellor has got Some pretty livings in disposal: Each hopes that one may be his lot, And therefore smiles on his proposal. 7. Now from the soporific scene§ I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later To view unheeded and unseen The studious sons of Alma Mater. There, in apartments small and damp, 9. He surely well deserves to gain them, Who sacrifices hours of rest In solving problems mathematic: • The motto was not given in the private volume. The Diable Boiteux of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the demon, places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for inspection. Lo! candidates and voters lie, &c. The fourth and fifth stangas, which are given here as they were printed in the Hours of Idleness, ras as follows in the private volume : "One on his power and place depends, The other on the Lord knows what; Though neither will convince by that, From the soporific scene. In the private volume, From corruption's shameless scene. 11. Who reads false quantities in Sele,* In barbarous Latinf doom'd to wrangle: 12. Renouncing every pleasing page From authors of historic use; Preferring to the letter'd sage The square of the hypothenuse. 13. Still, harmless are these occupations, That hurt none but the hapless student, Compared with other recreations, Which bring together the imprudent; Whose daring revels shock the sight, Not so the methodistic crew, Who plans of reformation lay; And for the sins of others pray : Forgetting that their pride of spirit, 17. "T is morn: from these I turn my sight. What scene is this which meets the eye? A numerous crowd, array'd in white,§ Across the green in numbers fly. 18. Loud rings in air the chapel bell; 'T is hush'd:-what sounds are these I hear? The organ's soft celestial swell Rolls deeply on the list'ning ear. 19. To this is join'd the sacred song, 20. Our choir would scarcely be excused, All mercy now must be refused To such a set of croaking sinners. 21. If David, when his toils were ended, Had heard these blockheads sing before him, To us his Psalms had ne'er descended, In furious mood he would have tore 'em. 22. The luckless Israelites, when taken By some inhuman tyrant's order, Were asked to sing, by joy forsaken, On Babylonian river's border. Sele's publication on Greek metres displays considerable talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is not remarkable for accuracy. In the private volume, "Sele's publication on Greek metres is not remarkable for its accuracy." †The Latin of the schools is of the canine species, and not very intelligible. In the private volume, "Every Cambridge man will assent to this. The Latin of the schools is almost unintelligible." The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hypothen use is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right-angled triangle. On a saint's day, the students wear surplices in chapel. Lachin y. Gair, or, as it is pronounced in the Erse, Lock w Garr, towers proudly pre-eminent in the Northern Highlands, near lover. cauld. One of our modern tourists mentions it as the highes: mountain, perhaps, in Great Britain. Be this as it may, it is certainly one of the most sublime and pictures que among our Caledonian Alps." Its appearance is of a dusky hue, but the summit is the seal of eternal snows. Near Lachin 7. Gair I spent some of the early part of my life, the recollection of which has given birth to the foflowing stanzas. "Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale. Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers, Winter presides in his cold icy car: Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers; They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr. 4. "Ill starr'd, though brave, did no visions foreboding If I scribble longer. In the private volume, If I write much longe † First published in Hours of Idleness. ation (according to the Scotch) is known by the orthography. This word is erronoously pronounced plad: the proper pronunci of whom fought for the unfortunate Prince Charles, better known by the SI allude here to my maternal ancestors, "the Gordons," many as attachment, to the Stuarts. George, the second earl of Huntley name of the Pretender. This branch was nearly allied by blood, as well married the Princess Annabella Stuart, daughter of James the First of Scotland. By her he left four sons: the third, Sir William Gordon, I have the honour to claim as one of my progenitors. but, as many fell in the insurrection, I have used the name of the prin Whether any perished in the battle of Culloden, I am not certain; cipal action," pars pro toto," Still were you happy in death's earthy slumber, 5. Years have roll'd on Loch na Garr, since I left you, To one who has roved on the mountains afar. Mar TO ROMANCE. 1. PARENT of golden dreams, Romance! Thy votive train of girls and boys; But leave thy realms for those of Truth. 2. And yet 't is hard to quit the dreams Which haunt the unsuspicious soul, And even woman's smiles are true. And must we own thee but a name, A Pylades in every friend? And friends have feeling for-themselves? With shame I own I've felt thy sway; No more on fancied pinions soar. And melt beneath a wanton's tear. Romance! disgusted with deceit, Far from thy motley court I fly, To steep in dew thy gaudy shrine A tract of the Highlands so called. There is also a Castle of Brae Now join with sable Sympathy, To mourn a swain for ever gone, 7. Ye genial nymphs, whose ready tears 8. Adieu, fond race! a long adieu! The hour of fate is hovering nigh; Convulsed by gales you cannot weather; Where you, and eke your gentle queen, Alas! must perish altogether. ELEGY ON NEWSTEAD ABBEY.* "It is the voice of years that are gone! they roll before me with al their deeds."-Ossian. 1. NEWSTEAD! fast-falling, once resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! repentant HENRY's pride! Of warriors, monks, and dames the cloister'd tomb, Whose pensive shades around thy ruins glide, 2. Hail to thy pile! more honour'd in thy fall Than modern mansions in their pillar'd state; Proudly majestic frowns thy vaulted hall, Scowling defiance on the blasts of fate. 3. No mail-clad serfs,§ obedient to their lord, Their chief's retainers, an immortal band: Else might inspiring Fancy's magic eye 5. But not from thee, dark pile! departs the chief; 6. Yes, in thy gloomy cells and shades profound As one poem on this subject is printed in the beginning, the author had, originally, no intention of inserting the following: it is now added at the particular request of some friends. See p. 383 of this edition. 1 The motto was not given in the private volume. Henry II. founded Newstead soon after the murder of Thomas à Becket. 5 This word is used by Walter Scott in his poem, "The Wild II inteman:" synonymous with vassal. The red cross was the badge of the crusader. 7. A monarch bade thee from that wild arise, 8. Where now the grass exhales a murky dew, The humid pall of life-extinguish'd clay, In sainted fame the sacred fathers grew, Nor raised their pious voices but to pray. 9. Where now the bats their wavering wings extend 10. Years roll on years; to ages, ages yield; Abbots to abbots, in a line, succeed: Religion's charter their protecting shield Till royal sacrilege their doom decreed. 11. One holy HENRY§ reared the Gothic walls, And bade the pious inmates rest in peace; Another HENRY the kind gift recalls, And bids devotion's hallow'd echoes cease. 12. Vain is each threat or supplicating prayer; 13. Hark how the hall, resounding to the strain, Of changing sentinels the distant hum, The mirth of feasts, the clang of burnish'd arms, The braying trumpet and the hoarser drum, Unite in concert with increased alarms. 15. An abbey once, a regal fortress|| now, 16. Ah vain defence! the hostile traitor's siege, The blood of traitors smears the purple plain: 18. Still in that hour the warrior wish'd to strew The monarch's friend, the monarch's hope, to save. As" gloaming," the Scottish word for twilight, is far more poetical, and has been recommended by many eminent literary men, particularly by Dr. Moore in his Letters to Burns, I have ventured to use it on account of its harmony. + Gloaming spreads her waning shade. In the private volume, TwiAight winds a waning shade. The priory was dedicated to the Virgin. 19. Trembling, she snatch'd him* from th' unequal strife In other fields the torrent to repel; For nobler combats, here, reserved his life, From thee, poor pile! to lawless plunder given, 21. There many a pale and ruthless robber's corse, 22. Graves, long with rank and sighing weeds o'erspread, 23. Hush'd is the harp, unstrung the warlike lyre, The minstrel's palsied hand reclines in death; No more he strikes the quivering chords with fire Or sings the glories of the martial wreath. 24. At length the sated murderers, gorged with prey 25. Here Desolation holds her dreary court; What satellites declare her dismal reign. Shrieking their dirge, ill-omen'd birds resort, To flit their vigils in the hoary fane. 26. Soon a new morn's restoring beams dispel With storms she welcomes his expiring groan 28. The legal ruler now resumes the helm, He guides through gentle seas the prow of state; The gloomy tenants, Newstead! of thy cells, Enjoy'd, from absence, with enraptur'd zest. • Lord Byron and his brother: Sir William held high command in the royal army the former was general in chief in Ireland, lieutenant of the Tower, and governor to James, Duke of York, afterwards the unhappy James 11.; the latter had a principal share in many actions.-Vide Clarendon, Hume, &c. Lucius Cary, Lord Viscount Falkland, the most accomplished man of his age, was killed at the battle of Newberry,charging in the ranks of Lord Byron's regiment of cavalry. 1 Martial. The private volume reads laurell'd. Sable Horror. In the private volume. Horror stalking. This is an historical fact. A violent tempest occurred immediately subsequent to the death or interment of Cromwell, which occasioned many disputes between his partisans and the cavaliere: both interpreted At the dissolution of the monasteries, Henry VIII. bestowed New-the circumstance into divine interposition; but whether as approbation stead Abbey on Sir John Byron. or condemnation, we leave to the causists of that age to decide. I have Newstead sustained a considerable siege in the war between Charles made such use of the occurrence as suited the subject of my poem. and his parliament. Charles II. |