• My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall,

Along the bordering lake,
And when they on their father call,

What answer shall she make?'-
“ Enough, enough, my yeoman good,

Thy grief let none gainsay ;
But I, who am of lighter mood,
Will laugh to flee away."

8.

“ For who would trust the seeming sighs

Of wife or paramour ?
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes

We late saw streaming o'er. 2
For pleasures past I do not grieve,

Nor perils gathering near ;
My greatest grief is that I leave

No thing that claims a tear. 3 crying, I don't know which. I did what I could to console him, but found him incorrigible. He sends six sighs to Sally. I shall settle him in a farm ; for he has served me faithfully, and Sally is a good woman." After all his adventures by flood and field, short commons included, this humble Achates of the poet has now established himself as the keeper of an Italian warehouse, in Charles Street, Berkeley Square, where, if he does not thrive, every one who knows any thing of his character will say he deserves to do so.]

" Enough, enough, my yeoman good,

All this is well to say ;
But if I in thy sandals stood,

I'd laugh to get away." - MS.]
p" For who would trust a paramour,

Or e'en a wedded freere,
Though her blue eyes were streaming o'er,

And torn her yellow hair?” - MS.] 3 p" I leave England without regret - I shall return to it without pleasure. I am like Adam, the first convict sentenced to transportation; but I have no Eve, and have eaten no apple but what was sour as a crab." - Lord B. to Mr. Hodgson.]

BS

« And now I'm in the world alone,

Upon the wide, wide sea :
But why should I for others groan,

When none will sigh for me?
Perchance my dog 1 will whine in vain,

Till fed by stranger hands;
But long ere I come back again
He'd tear me where he stands.?

10.
“ With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go

Athwart the foaming brine ;
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,

So not again to mine.
Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves !

And when you fail my sight,
Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves !

My native Land - Good Night!"3

i From the following passage in a letter to Mr. Dallas, it would appear that that gentleman had recommended the suppression or alteration of this stanza :-“I do not mean to exchange the ninth verse of the Good Night.' I have no reason to suppose my dog better than his brother brutes, mankind; and Argus we know to be a fable."] 2 Here follows, in the original MS.:

" Methinks it would my bosom glad

To change my proud estate,
And be again a laughing lad

With one beloved playmate.
Since youth I scarce have pass'd an hour

Without disgust or pain,
Except sometimes in Lady's bower,

Or when the bowl I drain."] 3 Originally, the “ little page” and the “yeoman" were introduced in the following stanzas :

“ And of his train there was a henchman page,

A peasant boy, who served his master well;
And often would his pranksome prate engage
Childe Harold's ear, when his proud heart did swell
With sable thoughts that he disdain'd to tell

i XIV. On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone, And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay. Four days are sped, but with the fifth, anon, New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way, And Tagus dashing onward to the deep, His fabled golden tribute bent to pay;

And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap, [reap. And steer 'twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics

xv. Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge 'Gainst those who most transgress his high command,

With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host, and earth from fellest foemen

purge, 1

Then would he smile on him, and Alwin smiled,
When aught that from his young lips archly fell

The gloomy film from Harold's eye beguiled;
And pleased for a glimpse appeared the woeful Childe.

“ Him and one yeoman only did he take

To travel eastward to a far countrie ;
And, though the boy was grieved to leave the lake
On whose fair banks he grew from infancy,
Eftsoons his little heart beat merrily
With hope of foreign nations to behold,
And many things right marvellous to see,

Of which our vaunting voyagers oft have told,

In many a tome as true as Mandeville's of old.”] IP" These Lusian brutes, and earth from worst of wretches purge." - MS.]

XVI.
What beauties doth Lisboa 1 first unfold !
Her image floating on that noble tide,
Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold, 2
But now whereon a thousand keels did ride
Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,
And to the Lusians did her aid afford :
A nation swoln with ignorance and pride,
Who lick get loathe the hand that waves the sword
To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing
lord. 3

XVII.
But whoso entereth within this town,
That, sheening far, celestial seems to be,
Disconsolate will wander up and down,
'Mid many things unsightly to strange ee; 4
For hut and palace show like filthily :
The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt;
Ne personage of high or mean degree

Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt,
Though shent with Egypt's plague, unkempt, un-

wash'd ; unhurt.

changed the cause, in the Athence, againhe earlier corrupe

ir" A friend advises Ulissipont; but Lisboa is the Portuguese word, consequently the best. Ulissipont is pedantic ; and as I had lugged in Helias and Eros not long before, there would have been something like an affectation of Greek terms, which I wished to avoid. On the submission of Lusitania to the Moors, they changed the name of the capital, which till then had been Ulisipo, or Lispo ; because, in the Arabic alphabet, the letter p is not used. Hence, I believe, Lisboa ; whence, again, the French Lisbonne, and our Lisbon, - God knows which the earlier corruption ! " – Byron, MS.]

XVIII. Poor, paltry slaves ! yet born ʼmidst noblest scenes Why, Nature, waste thy wonders on such men ? Lo! Cintra's 1 glorious Eden intervenes

Ah, me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen,
To follow half on which the eye dilates
Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken

Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlock'd Elysium's

gates ?

XIX.

The horrid crags, by toppling convent crown'd,
The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep,
The mountain-moss by scorching skies imbrown'd,
The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep,
The tender azure of the unruffled deep,
The orange tints that gild the greenest bough,
The torrents that from cliff to valley leap,

The vine on high, the willow branch below,
Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty

glow.