No More Learning

"Year after year they voted cent. per cent. ,
Blood, sweat, and tear-wrung millions--why? for rent?
They roared, they dined, they drank, they swore they meant
To die for England--why then live? --for rent! "

It is easier to divine the "Sources" and the inspiration of _The Age of
Bronze_ than to place the reader _au courant_ with the literary and
political _causerie_ of the day. Byron wrote with O'Meara's book at his
elbow, and with batches of _Galignani's Messenger_, the _Morning
Chronicle_, and _Cobbett's Weekly Register_ within his reach. He was
under the impression that his lines would appear as an anonymous
contribution to _The Liberal_, and, in any case, he felt that he could
speak out, unchecked and uncriticized by friend or publisher. He was, so
to speak, unmuzzled.

With regard to the style and quality of his new satire, Byron was under
an amiable delusion. His couplets, he imagined, were in his "early
_English Bards_ style," but "more stilted. " He did not realize that,
whatever the intervening years had taken away, they had "left behind"
experience and passion, and that he had learned to think and to feel.
The fault of the poem is that too much matter is packed into too small a
compass, and that, in parts, every line implies a minute acquaintance
with contemporary events, and requires an explanatory note. But, even
so, in _The Age of Bronze_ Byron has wedded "a striking passage of
history" to striking and imperishable verse.
_The Age of Bronze_ was reviewed in the _Scots Magazine_, April, 1823,
N. S. , vol. xii. pp. 483-488; the _Monthly Review_, April, 1823, E. S. ,
vol. 100, pp. 430-433; the _Monthly Magazine_, May, 1823, vol. 55, pp.
322-325; the _Examiner_, March 30, 1823; the _Literary Chronicle_, April
5, 1823; and the _Literary Gazette_, April 5, 1823.




THE AGE OF BRONZE.


I.

The "good old times"--all times when old are good--
Are gone; the present might be if they would;
Great things have been, and are, and greater still
Want little of mere mortals but their will:[dw]
A wider space, a greener field, is given
To those who play their "tricks before high heaven. "[254]
I know not if the angels weep, but men
Have wept enough--for what?