When PROBUS' praise repaid my lyric song, What gratitude, to him, my soul possest, While hope of dawning honours fill'd my breast!" i. When, yet a novice in the mimic art, I feign'd the transports of a vengeful heart; Ah! vain endeavour in this childish strain Thy years of vice, on years of folly roll, Till grinning death assigns the destin'd goal, 350 1. ["My qualities were much more oratorical than poetical, and Dr. Drury, my grand patron, had a great notion that I should turn out an orator from my fluency, my turbulence, my voice, my copiousness of declamation, and my action. I remember that my first declamation astonished Dr. Drury into some unwonted (for he was economical of such) and sudden compliments, before the declaimers at our first rehearsal."-Byron Diary. "I certainly was much pleased with Lord Byron's attitude, gesture, and delivery, as well as with his composition. To my surprise, he suddenly diverged from the written composition, with a boldness and rapidity sufficient to alarm me, lest he should fail in memory as to the conclusion. I questioned him, why he had altered his declamation? He declared he had made no alteration, and did not know, in speaking, that he had deviated from it one letter. I believed him, and from a knowledge of his temperament, am convinced that he was hurried on to expressions and colourings more striking than what his pen had expressed."-DR. DRURY, Life, p. 20.] For all my humble fame, to him alone, The praise is due, who made that fame my own. Oh! could I soar above these feeble lays, These young effusions of my early days, To him my Muse her noblest strain would give, His honour'd name requires no vain display : Where all are hastening to the dread abode, The silent shaft, which goads the guilty wretch Conscience that sting, that shaft to him supplies- One cheerful comfort still is cherish'd here. 66 Even here will conscience be my best defence; [P. on V. Occasions.] i. The song might perish, but the theme must live.— [Hours of Idleness.] By every son of grateful IDA blest, It finds an echo in each youthful breast; IDA! not yet exhausted is the theme, IDA! still o'er thy hills in joy preside, Tell me, ye hoary few, who glide along, The feeble Veterans of some former throng, 370 380 Whose friends, like Autumn leaves by tempests whirl'd, Are swept for ever from this busy world; Revolve the fleeting moments of your youth, While Care has yet withheld her venom'd tooth; i 390 As those where Youth her garland twin'd for you? 400 You turn with faltering hand life's varied page, Still, lingering, pause above each chequer'd leaf, But bless the scroll which fairer words adorn, Trac'd by the rosy finger of the Morn; When Friendship bow'd before the shrine of truth, And Love, without his pinion,1 smil'd on Youth. i. his venom'd tooth.-[Hours of Idleness.] 410 1. "L'Amitié est l'Amour sans ailes," is a French proverb. [See the lines so entitled, p. 220.] ANSWER TO A BEAUTIFUL POEM, WRITTEN BY MONTGOMERY, AUTHOR OF "THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND," ETC., ENTITLED "THE COMMON LOT." " I. MONTGOMERY! true, the common lot Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave; Yet some shall never be forgot, Some shall exist beyond the grave. 2. "Unknown the region of his birth," Yet not unknown his martial worth, 3. His joy or grief, his weal or woe, 1 Perchance may 'scape the page of fame ; Yet nations, now unborn, will know The record of his deathless name. 1. [Montgomery (James), 1771-1854, poet and hymn-writer, published Prison Amusements (1797), The Ocean; a Poem (1805), The Wanderer of Switzerland, and other Poems (1806), The West Indies, and other Poems (1810), Songs of Sion (1822), The Christian Psalmist (1825), The Pelican Island, and other Poems (1827), etc. (vide post, English Bards, etc., line 418, and note).] 2. No particular hero is here alluded to. The exploits of Bayard, Nemours, Edward the Black Prince, and, in more modern times, the fame of Marlborough, Frederick the Great, Count Saxe, Charles of Sweden, etc., are familiar to every historical reader, but the exact places of their birth are known to a very small proportion of their admirers. |