Well, I will tell it thee,
unfeeling
boy!
Byron
]
ON NAPOLEON'S ESCAPE FROM ELBA. [63]
ONCE fairly set out on his party of pleasure,
Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure,
From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,
Making _balls for_ the ladies, and _bows to_ his foes.
_March 27, 1815. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, i. 611. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[63] [It may be taken for granted that the "source" of this epigram was
a paragraph in the _Morning Chronicle_ of March 27, 1815: "In the
_Moniteur_ of Thursday we find the Emperor's own account of his _jaunt_
from the Island of Elba to the palace of the Thuilleries. It seems
certainly more like a jaunt of pleasure than the progress of an invader
through a country to be gained. "]
ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION,
IN THE APRIL OF 1816.
A YEAR ago you swore, fond she!
"To love, to honour," and so forth:
Such was the vow you pledged to me,
And here's exactly what 't is worth.
[First published, _Poetical Works_, 1831, vi. 454. ]
[TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON(? )[64]]
1.
AND, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?
Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy!
'Twas ill report that urged my brain to madness,
'Twas thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy.
2.
The sadness which thou seest is not sorrow;
My wounds are far too deep for simple grief;
The heart thus withered, seeks in vain to borrow
From calm reflection, comfort or relief.
3.
The arrow's flown, and dearly shalt thou rue it;
No mortal hand can rid me of my pain:
My heart is pierced, but thou canst not subdue it--
Revenge is left, and is not left in vain.
? 1816.
[First published, _Nicnac_, March 25, 1823. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[64] ["A short time before Lord Byron quitted England, in 1816, he
addressed these lines to an individual by whom he deemed himself
injured; they are but little known. "--_Nicnac_, March 25, 1823. ]
SONG FOR THE LUDDITES. [65]
1.
AS the Liberty lads o'er the sea
Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood,
So we, boys, we
Will _die_ fighting, or _live_ free,
And down with all kings but King Ludd!
2.
When the web that we weave is complete,
And the shuttle exchanged for the sword,
We will fling the winding sheet
O'er the despot at our feet,
And dye it deep in the gore he has poured.
ON NAPOLEON'S ESCAPE FROM ELBA. [63]
ONCE fairly set out on his party of pleasure,
Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure,
From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,
Making _balls for_ the ladies, and _bows to_ his foes.
_March 27, 1815. _
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, i. 611. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[63] [It may be taken for granted that the "source" of this epigram was
a paragraph in the _Morning Chronicle_ of March 27, 1815: "In the
_Moniteur_ of Thursday we find the Emperor's own account of his _jaunt_
from the Island of Elba to the palace of the Thuilleries. It seems
certainly more like a jaunt of pleasure than the progress of an invader
through a country to be gained. "]
ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION,
IN THE APRIL OF 1816.
A YEAR ago you swore, fond she!
"To love, to honour," and so forth:
Such was the vow you pledged to me,
And here's exactly what 't is worth.
[First published, _Poetical Works_, 1831, vi. 454. ]
[TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON(? )[64]]
1.
AND, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?
Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy!
'Twas ill report that urged my brain to madness,
'Twas thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy.
2.
The sadness which thou seest is not sorrow;
My wounds are far too deep for simple grief;
The heart thus withered, seeks in vain to borrow
From calm reflection, comfort or relief.
3.
The arrow's flown, and dearly shalt thou rue it;
No mortal hand can rid me of my pain:
My heart is pierced, but thou canst not subdue it--
Revenge is left, and is not left in vain.
? 1816.
[First published, _Nicnac_, March 25, 1823. ]
FOOTNOTES:
[64] ["A short time before Lord Byron quitted England, in 1816, he
addressed these lines to an individual by whom he deemed himself
injured; they are but little known. "--_Nicnac_, March 25, 1823. ]
SONG FOR THE LUDDITES. [65]
1.
AS the Liberty lads o'er the sea
Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood,
So we, boys, we
Will _die_ fighting, or _live_ free,
And down with all kings but King Ludd!
2.
When the web that we weave is complete,
And the shuttle exchanged for the sword,
We will fling the winding sheet
O'er the despot at our feet,
And dye it deep in the gore he has poured.
