2. So the Doctor being found A little unsound In his doctrine, at least as a teacher, As a knave or a fool, He mounted another as preacher. 3. In that Gown (like the Skin He still for the Bench would be driving; A new Vicar of Bray, 4. "Gainst Freethinkers," he roars, "You should all block your doors Or be named in the Devil's indentures: For who e'er would be A Guest where old Simony enters ? 5. Let the Priest, who beguiled To his own dirty views of promotion, And dishonour the Cause of devotion. other private property. Lady Anne Hamilton is not an accurate or trustworthy authority, but her extremely circumstantial narrative was, no doubt, an expansion of the contemporary scandal to which Byron's lampoon gave currency.] 6. The Altar and Throne Are in danger alone From such as himself, who would render The Altar itself But a step up to Pelf, And pray God to pay his defender. 7 But, Doctor, one word Which perhaps you have heard "He should never throw stones who has windows Of Glass to be broken, And by this same token As a sinner, you can't care what Sin does. 8. But perhaps you do well: Your own windows, they tell, Have long ago sufferéd censure; Of your character's panes, 9. Though your visions of lawn Have all been withdrawn, And you missed your bold stroke for a mitre; In a very snug way You may still preach and pray, And from bishop sink into backbiter!" [First published, Works (Galignani), 1831, p. 116.] LUCIETTA. A FRAGMENT. LUCIETTA, my deary, Torments and delights me― Cætera desunt. [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.] EPIGRAMS. OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now; So Castlereagh has cut his throat!-The worst So He has cut his throat at last!-He! Who? ?August, 1822. [First published, The Libera, No. I., October 18, 1822, p. 164.] VOL. VII. G THE CONQUEST.1 THE Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; Not fanned alone by Victory's fleeting wing, He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high; The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast, And Britain's bravest Victor was the last. March 8-9, 1823. [First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1833, xvii. 246.] IMPROMPTU.2 BENEATH Blessington's eyes The reclaimed Paradise Should be free as the former from evil; But if the new Eve For an Apple should grieve, What mortal would not play the Devil? April, 1823. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 635.] 1. [This fragment was found amongst Lord Byron's papers, after his departure from Genoa for Greece.] 2. [With the view of inducing these friends [Lord and Lady Blessington] to prolong their stay at Genoa, he suggested their taking a pretty villa, called "Il Paradiso," in the neighbourhood of his own, and accompanied them to look at it. Upon that occasion it was that, on the lady expressing some intention of residing there, he produced the following impromptu.—Life, 577.] JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA. THE dead have been awakened-shall I sleep? June 19, 1823. [First published, Letters, 1901, vi. 238.] SONG TO THE SULIOTES. I. UP to battle! Sons of Suli Up, and do your duty duly ! There the wall-and there the Moat is: Bouwah! Bouwah! Suliotes! There is booty-there is Beauty, Up my boys and do your duty. 2. By the sally and the rally I. "Bouwah!" is their war-cry. |