TO THE EARL OF CLARE. Sis memor, Tu semper amoris et cari comitis ne abscedat imago. I. FRIEND of my youth! when young we rov'd, Like striplings, mutually belov'd, With Friendship's purest glow; The bliss, which wing'd those rosy hours, On mortals here below. 2. The recollection seems, alone, Dearer than all the joys I've known, When distant far from you: Though pain, 'tis still a pleasing pain, 3. My pensive mem'ry lingers o'er, 1 Those scenes to be enjoy'd no more, Those scenes regretted ever; 1. To the Earl of —.—[Poems O. and T.] 4. As when one parent spring supplies Two streams, which from one fountain rise, Together join'd in vain ; How soon, diverging from their source, Each, murmuring, seeks another course, Till mingled in the Main ! 5. Our vital streams of weal or woe, Though near, alas! distinctly flow, Nor mingle as before: Now swift or slow, now black or clear, 6. Our souls, my Friend! which once supplied One wish, nor breathed a thought beside, Now flow in different channels: Disdaining humbler rural sports, 'Tis yours to mix in polish'd courts, And shine in Fashion's annals; 7. 'Tis mine to waste on love my time, Or vent my reveries in rhyme, Without the aid of Reason; For Sense and Reason (critics know it) Nor left a thought to seize on. 8. Poor LITTLE! sweet, melodious bard! Of late esteem'd it monstrous hard That he, who sang before all; By dire Reviewers should be branded, 9. And yet, while Beauty's praise is thine, Repine not at thy lot. Thy soothing lays may still be read, And critics are forgot. 10. Still I must yield those worthies merit Who chasten, with unsparing spirit, Bad rhymes, and those who write them: I. These stanzas were written soon after the appearance of a severe critique in a northern review, on a new publication of the British Anacreon. [Byron refers to the article in the Edinburgh Review, of July, 1807, on "Epistles, Odes, and other Poems, by Thomas Little, Esq."] i. Now And though myself may be the next By critic sarcasm to be vext, I really will not fight them.1 II. Perhaps they would do quite as well He who offends at pert nineteen, A very harden'd sinner. 12. Now, Clare, I must return to you;1 Accept, then, my concession. In truth, dear Clare, in Fancy's flight" My Muse admires digression. 13. I think I said 'twould be your fate May regal smiles attend you! I must.-[Poems O. and T.] ii. In truth dear in fancy's flight.-[Poems O. and T.] 1. A bard [Moore] (Horresco referens) defied his reviewer [Jeffrey] to mortal combat. If this example becomes prevalent, our Periodical Censors must be dipped in the river Styx for what else can secure them from the numerous host of their enraged assailants? [Cf. English Bards, 1. 466, note:] And should a noble Monarch reign, 14. Yet since in danger courts abound, From snares may Saints preserve you; But those who best deserve you! 15. Not for a moment may you stray From Truth's secure, unerring way ! May no delights decoy! O'er roses may your footsteps move, Your smiles be ever smiles of love, Your tears be tears of joy! 16. Oh! if you wish that happiness Your coming days and years may bless, And virtues crown your brow; Be still as you were wont to be, Spotless as you've been known to me,→ Be still as you are now.1 1. ["Of all I have ever known, Clare has always been the least altered in everything from the excellent qualities and kind affections which attached me to him so strongly at |