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ON A VIEW OF HARROW – A COLLEGE EXAMINATION
Where science first dawn'd on the powers
of reflection, And friendships were form’d, too
romantic to last; '
6. Or, as Lear, I pour'd forth the deep
imprecation, By my daughters of kingdom and
reason depriv'd; Till, fir'd by loud plaudits and self
adulation, I regarded myself as a Garrick reviv'd.
7. Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I
regret you ! Unfaded your memory dwells in my
breast; Though sad and deserted, I ne'er can
forget you: Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.
8. To Ida full oft may remembrance restore
me, While Fate shall the shades of the
future unroll! Since Darkness o'ershadows the pros
pect before me, More dear is the beam of the past to
Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the
resemblance Of comrades, in friendship and mis
chief allied; How welcome to me your ne'er fading
remembrance, Which rests in the bosom, though hope is deny'd!
3. Again I revisit the hills where we sported, The streams where we swam, and the
fields where we fought; The school where, loud warn'd by the
bell, we resorted, To pore o'er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.
4. Again I behold where for hours I have
ponder'd, As reclining, at eve, on yon tomb
stone ? I lay; Or round the steep brow of the church
yard I wander'd To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.
5. I once more view the room, with spec
tators surrounded, Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo
oʻerthrown; While, to swell my young pride, such
applauses resounded, I fancied that Mossop ' himself was
("My school-friendships were with Hasrichs (for I was always violent), but I do Det know that there is one which has endured (to be sure, some have been cut short by death) ali ya." --- Lellers, 1801, v. 455.)
9. But if, through the course of the years
which await me, Some new scene of pleasure should
open to view, I will say, while with rapture the thought
shall elate me, "Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew."
1806. [First printed, December, 1806.)
THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY A
COLLEGE EXAMINATION. High in the midst, surrounded by his
peers, MAGNUS his ample front sublime Th' ATHENIAN'S' glowing style, or
il tomb in the churchyard at Harrow was so we known to be his favourite resting-place, that the boys called it "Byron's Tomb" : and here, they say, he used to sit for hours, wrapt up in thought. - Lije, p. 26. Vide
. p. 71.) *(Henry Mossop, who performed Zanga in Feing's Raienge.]
uprears: i No reflection is there intended against the person mentioned under the name of Magnus. He is merely represented as performing an unavoidable function of his office. Indeed, such an attempt could only recoil upon myself; as that gentleman is now as much distinguished by his eloquence, and the dignified propriety with which he hills his situation, as he was in quire, his younger days for wit and conviviality. (Dr William Lort Mansel (1753-1820) was, in 1708, appointed Master of Trinity College, Cambridge, by Pitt.)
TULLY's fire. A manner clear or warm is useless, since We do not try by speaking to convince; Be other orators of pleasing proud, We speak to please ourselves, not move
the crowd: Our gravity prefers the muttering tone, A proper mixture of the squeak and
groan: No borrowed grace of action must be
seen, The slightest motion would displease the
Dean; Whilst every staring Graduate would
prate, Against what he could never imitate.
Plac'd on his chair of state, he seems a
God, While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at
his nod; As all around sit wrapt in speechless
gloom, Ilis voice, in thunder, shakes the sound
ing dome; Denouncing dire reproach to luckless
fools, Unskill'd to plod in mathematic rules. Happy the youth! in Euclid's
axioms tried, Though little vers’d in any art beside; Who, scarcely skill'd an English line to
pen, Scans Attic metres with a critic's ken. What! though he knows not how his
fathers bled, When civil discord pil'd the fields with
dead, When Edward bade his conquering
bands advance, Or Henry trampled on the crest of
France: Though marvelling at the name of
Magna Charta, Yet well he recollects the laws of Sparta; Can tell, what edicts sage Lycurgus
made, While Blackstone's on the shelf, neg
lected laid; Of Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless
fame, Of Avon's bard, rememb’ring scarce the
The man, who hopes t'obtain the
promis'd cup, Must in one posture stand, and ne'er
look up; Nor stop, but rattle over every word No matter what, so it can not be heard: Thus let him hurry on, nor think to rest: Who speaks the fastest's sure to speak
the best ; Who utters most within the shortest
space, May, safely, hope to win the wordy race.
Such is the youth whose scientific pate Class-honours, medals, fellowships,
await; Or even, perhaps, the declamation prize, If to such glorious height, he lifts his
eves. But lo! no common orator can hope The envied silver cup within his scope: Not that our heads much eloquence re
The Sons of Science these, who, thus
repaid, Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish
shade; Where on Cam's sedgy banks, supine,
they lie, Unknown, unhonour'd live unwept
for die: Dull as the pictures, which adorn their
halls, They think all learning fix'd within their
walls: In manners rude, in foolish forms pre
cise, All modern arts affecting to despise; Yet prizing Bentley's, Brunck's, or
Porson's ? note,
(Undergraduates of the second and third year.)
The present Greek professor at Trinity College, Cambridge; a man whose powers of mind and writings may, perhaps, justify their preference. (Richard Porson (1759-1808).)
Here I can trace the locks of gold Which round thy snowy forehead
wave; The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's
mould; The lips, which made me Beauty's slave.
3. Here I can trace - ah, no! that eye,
Whose azure floats in liquid fire, Must all the painter's art defy,
And bid him from the task retire.
More than the verse on which the critic
Tole : l'ain as their honours, heavy as their Ale, Sadas their wit, and tedious as their tale ; To friendship dead, though not un
taught to feel, When Self and Church demand a Bigot
zeal. With eager haste they court the lord of
power, Whether 'tis PITT or PETTY' rules the
bour;) To kim, with suppliant smiles, they bend
the head, While distant mitres to their eyes are
spread; But should a storm o'erwhelm him with
disgrace, They'd fly to seek the next, who fill'd his
place. Suck are the men who learning's treas
ures guard! Sack is their practice, such is their
reward! This much, at least, we may presume to
say The premium can't exceed the price they
1806. [First printed, December, 1806.]
4. Here I behold its beauteous hue; But where's the beam so sweetly stray
ing, Which gave a lustre to its blue,
Like Luna o'er the ocean playing ?
5. Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art, Than all the living forms could be, Save her who plac'd thee next my heart.
6. She plac'd it, sad, with needless fear, Lest time might shake my wavering
soul, Unconscious that her image there
Held every sense in fast controul.
ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE.?
Tais faint resemblance of thy charms, (Though strong as mortal art could
give,) My constant heart of fear disarms,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
7. Thro' hours, thro' years, thro' time,
'twill cheer My hope, in gloomy moments, raise; In life's last conflict 'twill appear, And meet my fond, expiring gaze.
(First printed, December, 1806.]
ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX,
THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU
APPEARED IN THE MORNING POST.”
“Our Nation's foes lament on Fox's
death, But bless the hour, when Pitt resign'd
Since this was written, Lord Henry Petty 24 bost his place, and subsequently (I had nast said consequently) the honour of repreon tbe University. A fact so glaring
tures to comment. (Lord Henry Petty 1:30-1863), M.P. for the University of CamSandge, was Chancellor of the Exchequer in 1905. In 1800 he succeeded his brother as Harus ci Lansdowne.]
[This "Mary” is not to be confounded wit the heiress of Anneslev, or Mary" of Therdeen. She was of "humble station in life.” Byron used to show a lock of her light golden Lit, as well as her picture, among his friends. S« Lije, p. 41, note.)]
Fox! o'er whose corse a mourning
world must weep, Whose dear remains in honour'd marble
sleep; For whom, at last, e'en hostile nations
groan, While friends and foes, alike, his talents
own. Fox! shall, in Britain's future annals,
shine, Nor e'en to Pitt, the patriot's palm
resign; Which Envy, wearing Candour's sacred
mask, For Pitt, and Pitt alone, has dar'd to ask.
SOUTHWELL, October, 1806.] [First printed, December, 1806.]
TO A LADY 1
WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR BRAIDED
WITH HIS OWN, AND APPOINTED A NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN.
Ou, factious viper whose en venom'd
tooth Would mangle, still, the dead, pervert
ing truth; What, though our “nation's foes"
lament the fate, With generous feeling, of the good and
great; Shall dastard tongues essay to blast the
name Of him, whose meed exists in endless
fame? When Pitt expir'd in plenitude of
power, Though ill success obscur'd his dying
hour, Pity her dewy wings before him spread, For noble spirits war not with the
dead": His friends in tears, a last sad requiem
gave, As all his errors slumber'd in the grave; He sunk, an Atlas bending 'neath the
weight Of cares o'erwhelming our conflicting
state. When, lo! a Hercules, in Fox, appear'd, Who for a time the ruin'd fabric rear'd: He, too, is fall’n, who Britain's loss sup
plied. With him, our fast reviving hopes have
died; Not one great people, only, raise his urn, All Europe's far-extended regions
mourn. “These feelings wide, let Sense and
Truth unclue, To give the palm where Justice points its
due;" Yet, let not canker'd Calumny assail, Or round her statesman wind her gloomy veil.
(September 26, 1806.)
THESE locks, which fondly thus entwine, In firmer chains our hearts confine, Than all th’ unmeaning protestations Which swell with nonsense, love orations. Our love is fix’d, I think we've prov'd it; Nor time, nor place, nor art have mov'd
it; Then wherefore should we sigh and
whine, With groundless jealousy repine; With silly whims, and fancies frantic, Merely to make our love romantic? Why should you weep, like Lydia
Languish, And fret with self-created anguish? Or doom the lover vou have chosen, On winter nights to sigh half frozen; In leafless shades, to sue for pardon, Only because the scene's a garden? For gardens seem, by one consent, (Since Shakespeare set the precedent; Since Juliet first declar'd her passion) To form the place of assignation.
1 (These lines are addressed to the same Mary referred to in the lines beginning, “This faint resemblance of thy charms.'')
And though we ne'er may meet again,
Ob! would some modern muse inspire,
(First printed, December, 1806.)
What, though we never silence broke,
TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER.? SZLET girl! though only once we met, Taat meeting I shall ne'er forget;
In the above little piece the author has been xrised by some candid readers of introducing
Alas! again no more we meet,
tame of a lady (Julia Leacroft) from whom 52s some hundred miles distant at the time mas untten; and poor Juliet, who has slept wing in the tomb of all the Capulets.” has red carerted, with a trifling alteration of her care, into an English damsel, walking in a eiden of their own creation during the month
December, in a village where the author never paged a winter. Such has been the candour some ingenious critics. We would advise
laboral commentators on taste and arbiters of derorum to read Shakespeare.
Having heard that a very severe and inOrade censure has been passed on the above Ben. I beg leave to reply in a quotation from 20 airtired work, Cari's Stranger in France. - Ed. 1803. cap. xvi., p. 171.) “As we were templating a painting on a large scale, in thib, among other figures, is the uncovered brale length of a warrior, a prudish-looking 205, who seemed to have touched the age of esperation, after having attentively surveyed
through her glass, observed to her party that tere was a great deal of indecorum in that pinture Madame S. shrewdly whispered in my car that the indecorum was in the remark.'”
(bom the author saw at Harrowgate.”