That she'd discard her fav'rite owl,
And take for pet a brother fowl,
Sagacious R. C. Dallas.

[First published, Life, Writings, Opinions, etc., 1825, ii. 192.]

AN ODE' TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME

BILL.2

I.

Он well done Lord E- -n! and better done R-r ! 3
Britannia must prosper with councils like yours;
Hawkesbury, Harrowby, help you to guide her,
Whose remedy only must kill ere it cures :
Those villains; the Weavers, are all grown refractory,
Asking some succour for Charity's sake-
So hang them in clusters round each Manufactory,
That will at once put an end to mistake.

1. ["LORD BYRON TO EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHROnicle. "SIR,-I take the liberty of sending an alteration of the two last lines of stanza 2o, which I wish to run as follows::

"Gibbets on Sherwood will heighten the scenery,
Shewing how commerce, how liberty thrives.'

I wish you could insert it tomorrow for a particular reason; but I feel much obliged by your inserting it at all. Of course do not put my name to the thing-believe me,

"8, St. James's Street,

"Your obliged

and very obedient servant,

Sunday, March 1, 1812."]

"BYRON.

2. [For Byron's maiden speech in the House of Lords, February 27, 1812, see Letters, 1898, ii. 424-430.]

3. [Richard Ryder (1766-1832), second son of the first Baron Harrowby, was Home Secretary, 1809-12.]

4. Lord E., on Thursday night, said the riots at Nottingham arose from a "mistake."

2.

The rascals, perhaps, may betake them to robbing,
The dogs to be sure have got nothing to eat-
So if we can hang them for breaking a bobbin,
'T will save all the Government's money and meat:
Men are more easily made than machinery—
Stockings fetch better prices than lives—
Gibbets on Sherwood will heighten the scenery,
Shewing how Commerce, how Liberty thrives!

3.

Justice is now in pursuit of the wretches,
Grenadiers, Volunteers, Bow-street Police,
Twenty-two Regiments, a score of Jack Ketches,
Three of the Quorum and two of the Peace;
Some Lords, to be sure, would have summoned the Judges,
To take their opinion, but that they ne'er shall,
For LIVERPOOL such a concession begrudges,
So now they 're condemned by no Judges at all.

4.

Some folks for certain have thought it was shocking,
When Famine appeals and when Poverty groans,
That Life should be valued at less than a stocking,
And breaking of frames lead to breaking of bones.
If it should prove so, I trust, by this token,

(And who will refuse to partake in the hope?) That the frames of the fools may be first to be broken, Who, when asked for a remedy, sent down a rope.

[First published, Morning Chronicle, Monday, March 2, 1812.] [See a Political Ode by Lord Byron, hitherto unknown as his production. London, John Pearson, 46, Pall Mall, 1880, 8°. See, too, Mr. Pearson's prefatory Note, pp. 5, etc.]

TO THE HONBLE MRS GEORGE LAMB.1

I.

THE sacred song that on mine ear

Yet vibrates from that voice of thine,
I heard, before, from one so dear-
"T is strange it still appears divine.

2.

But, oh! so sweet that look and tone

To her and thee alike is given;

It seemed as if for me alone

That both had been recalled from Heaven!

3.

And though I never can redeem

The vision thus endeared to me;

I scarcely can regret my dream,
When realised again by thee.

1812.

[First published in The Two Duchesses, by Vere Foster,

1898, p. 374.]

[LA REVANCHE.]

I.

THERE is no more for me to hope,
There is no more for thee to fear;

And, if I give my Sorrow scope,

That Sorrow thou shalt never hear.

1. [Caroline Rosalie Adelaide St. Jules (1786-1862) married, in 1809, the Hon. George Lamb (see English Bards, etc., line 55, Poetical Works, 1898, i. 300, note 1), fourth son of the first Viscount Melbourne.]

Why did I hold thy love so dear?

Why shed for such a heart one tear?
Let deep and dreary silence be

My only memory of thee!

2.

When all are fled who flatter now,

Save thoughts which will not flatter then;

And thou recall'st the broken vow

To him who must not love again—
Each hour of now forgotten years

Thou, then, shalt number with thy tears;

And every drop of grief shall be

A vain remembrancer of me!

Undated, ? 1812.

[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]

TO THOMAS MOORE.

WRITTEN THE EVENING BEFORE HIS VISIT TO MR. LEIGH HUNT IN HORSEMONGER LANE GAOL, MAY 19, 1813.

OH you, who in all names can tickle the town,
Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,-1
For hang me if I know of which you may most brag,
Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two-penny Post Bag;

But now to my letter-to yours 't is an answer—
To-morrow be with me, as soon as you can, sir,

1. [Moore's "Intercepted Letters; or, The Twopenny Post-Bag, By Thomas Brown, the Younger," was published in 1813.]

boy.

From a painting after Raeburn in the possession of Fir Tollemache Sinclair.