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THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are
past-“A βάρβιτος δε χορδαίς
For years flicet away with the wings of the doveΕρωτα μούνον ήχει. . ANACREON.
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love. Away with your fictions of Aimsy romance ;
Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove! Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
FRAGMENT, Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of
WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS love.
CHAWORTH. Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with phantasy glow,
Hills of Annesley, bleak and barren, Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;
Where my thoughtless childhood stray'd, From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow,
How the northern tempests, warring, Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love!
Howl above thy lufted shade! If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse,
Now no more, the hours beguiling, Or the Nine be disposed from your service to rove,
Former favourite haunts I see; Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the muse,
Now no more my Mary smiling
Makes ye seem a heaven to me. (1)
TO THE DUKE OF DORSET. (2)
Which throbs with delight to the first kiss of love. Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd, Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical Exploring every path of Ida's glade;
Whom still affection taught me to defend, themes,
And made me less a tyrant than a friend, Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move :
Though the harsh custom of our youthful band Arcadia displays but a region of dreams;
Bade thee obey, and gave me to command; (3) What are visions like ihese to the first kiss of love?
Thee, on whose head a few short years will shower Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth, The gift of riches and the pride of power; From Adam till now, has 'with wretchedness E'en now a name illustrious is thine own, strove ;
Renown'd in rank, not far beneath the throne. Some portion of paradise still is on earth,
Yet, Dorset! let not this seduce thy soul And Eden revives in the first kiss of love.
To shun fair science, or evade control;
lation. It was Antonio, bis slave, a native of Java, who had ac a feeble state of health for several years, and she and her daughter companied Camoëns to Europe, after having rescued him from were obliged to take shelter from the violence of the mob in a the waves, when shipwrecked at the mouth of the Mecon. This shrubbery, where, partly from cold, partly from lerror, her faithful attendant was wont to seek alms throughout Lisbon, and constitution sustained a shock which it wanted vigour to resist.
at night shared the produce of the day with his poor and brokenhearted master. But his friendship was employed in vain. Carnoëns sank beneath the pressure of penury and disease, and
(2) In looking over my papers to select a few additiona' poems died in an alms-house, early in the year 1579.-Strangford.
for this second edition, I found the above lines, which I had (1) The circumstances which lent so peculiar an interest to Lord totally forgolten, composed in the summer of 1805, a short time Byron's introduction to the family or Chaworth are sufficiently previous to my departure from Harrow. They were addies met explained in his Life , by Moore. “ The young lady herself com companion in some rambles through the neiskbouring county:
lo a young schoolfellow of high rank, who had been my frecuent bined,” says the writer, “ with the many worldly advantages that however, he never saw the lines, and most probably never wi. encircled her, much personal beauty, and a disposition the most amiable and attaching. Though already fully alive to her charms, As, on a re-perusal, I found them not worse than some other it was at this period (1804) that the young poet seems to bave pieces in the collection, I have now published them, für Ibe
first time, after a slight revision. drunk deepest of that fascination whose effects were to be so lasting; six short weeks which he passed in her company being ber 16, 1793. This amiable nobleman was killed by a fall from
[George-John-Frederick, fourth Duke of Dorset, born Novemsufficient to lay the foundation of a feeling for all life. With the his horse, while hunting near Dublin, February 22, 1815, being summer holidays ended this dream of his youth. He saw Miss Chaworth once more in the succeeding year, and took his last her second husband, Charles Earl of Whitworth, then Lord Lieu
on a visit at the time to bis mother, the duchess dowager, am! farewell of her on that hill near Annesley, which, in his poem
lenant of Ireland.- E.) of The Dream, he describes so happily as crowned with a peculiar diadem.' In August, 1805, she was married to Joh (3) At every public school, the junior boys are comp'etely subMusters, Esq.; and died at Wiverlon Hall, in February, 1832, servient to the upper forms, till they attain a seat in the higher in consequence, it is believed, of the alarm and danger to which classes. From this state of probation, very properly, no rank is she had been exposed during the sack of Colwick Hall by a party exempt; but, after a certain period, ibey command in turn those of riolers from Nottingham. The unfortunate lady had been in who succeed.
Though passive tutors,(1) fearful to dispraise Spurn every vice, cach little meanness shun;
Turn to the annals of a former day;
When youthful parasites, who bend the knee One, though a courtier, lived a man of worth, To wealth, their golden idol, not to thee,
And call’d, proud boast! the British drama forth. (2) And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn Another view, not less renown'd for wit; Some slaves are found to flatter and to fawn, Alike for courts, and camps, or senates fit; When these declare, “that pomp alone should wait Bold in the field, and favour'd by the Nine; On one by birth predestined to be great;
In every splendid part ordain’d 10 shine; That books were only meant for drudging fools, Far, far distinguish'd from the glittering throng, That gallant spirits scorn the common rules; The pride of princes, and the boast of song. (3) Believe them not;—they point the path to shame, Such were thy fathers : thus preserve their name; And seek to blast the honours of thy name. Not heir to titles only, but to fame. Turn to the few in Ida's early throng,
The hour draws nigh, a few brief days will close, Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong;
To me, this little scene of joys and woes; Or if, amidst the comrades of thy youth,
Each knellof Time now warns me to resign (mine: None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth,
Shades where Hope, Peace, and Friendship all were Ask thine own heart; 't will bid thee, boy, forbear; Hope, that could vary like the rainbow's hue, For well I know that virtue lingers there.
And gild their pinions as the moments flew; Yes! I have mark'd thee many a passing day,
Peace, that reflection never frown'd away, But now new scenes invite me far away;
By dreams of ill to cloud some future day; Yes! I have mark'd within that generous mind
Friendship, whose truth let childhood only tell; A soul, if well matured, to bless mankind.
Alas! they love not long who love so well. Ah! though myself, by nature baughty, wild,
To these adieu! por let me linger o’er Whom Indiscretion hail'd her favourite child;
Scenes hail'd, as exiles hail their native shore, Though every error stamps me for her own,
Receding slowly through the dark-blue deep, And dooms my fall, I fain would fall alone;
Beheld by eyes that mourn, yet cannot weep. Though my proud heart no precept now can tame,
Dorset, farewell! I will not ask one part I love the virlues which I cannot claim.
Of sad remembrance in so young a heart;
The coming morrow from thy youthful mind 'T is not enough, with other sons of power, To gleam the lambent meteor of an hour;
Will sweep my name, nor leave a trace behind. To swell some peerage page in feeble pride,
And yet, perhaps, in some maturer year, Wiih long-drawn names that grace no page beside; Since the same senate, nay, the same debale,
Since chance has thrown us in the self-same sphere; Then share with titled crowds the common lot
May one day claim our suffrage for the state, In life just gazed at, in the grave forgot;
We hence may meet, and pass each other by
With faint regard, or cold and distant eye.
For me, in future, neither friend nor foe,
A stranger to thyself, thy Weal or woe, That well-emblazon'd bul neglected scroll,
With thee no more again I hope to trace
The recollection of our early race;
No more, as once, in social hours rejoice,
Or hear, unless in crowds, thy well-known voice. That veil their dust, their follies, and their faults
Still, if the wishes of a heart untaught A race, with old armorial lists o’erspread,
To veil those feelings which perchance it ought; In records destined never to be read.
If these, - but let me cease the lengthen'd strain, fain would I view thee, with prophetic eyes,
Oh! if these wishes are not breathed in vain, Exalted more among the good and wise,
The guardian seraph who directs thy fate A glorious and a long career pursue,
Will leave thee glorious, as he found thee great. (4) As first in rank, the first in talent too:
(1) Allow me to disclaim any personal allusions, even the most complished man of his day, was alike distinguished in the volupdistant. I merely mention generally what is loo often the weak- luous court of Charles II. and the gloomy one of William III. lie Dess of preceptors.
behaved with great gallantry in the sea-light with the Dutch in 2 - Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst, created Earl of 1665; on the day previous to which he composed his celebrated Dorset by James I., was one of the earliest and brightest orna song, To all you ladies now at land.' His character has been meots to the poetry of his country, and the first who produced drawn in the highest colours by Dryden, Pope, Prior, and Cona regular drama." - Anderson's Poels.
greve."--- Anderson's Poels. (3) " Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset, esteemed the most ac (4) “I have just been, or rather ought to be, very much sbocked
ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT
Who canvass there with all their might,
Against the next elective day. (5)
Lo! candidates and voters lie (6) WHERE are those honours, Ida! once your own,
All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number : When Probus (2) fill'd your magisterial throne?
A race renown'd for piety, As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,
Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber.
Lord H—(7) indeed, may not demur;
They know preferment can occur
But very seldom,- now and then. Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd,
They know the Chancellor has got With florid jargon, and with vain parade;
Some pretty livings in disposal : With noisy nonsense, and new-fangled rules,
Each hopes that one may be his lot,
And therefore smiles on his proposal.
Now from the soporific scene
I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later, Il-fated Ida! soon must stamp your doom:
To view, unheeded and unseen, Like her o'erthrown, for ever lost to fame,
The studious sons of Alma Mater.
There, in apartments small and damp,
The candidate for college prizes
Sits poring by the midnight lamp;
Goes late to bed, yet early rises.
He surely well deserves to gain them, «'Αργυρίαις λόγχαισι μαχου και πάντα κρατήσαισ;”
With all the honours of his college, OH! could Le Sage's (4) demon's gift
Who, striving hardly to obtain them, Be realized at my desire,
Thus seeks unprofitable knowledge : This night my trembling form he 'd lift
Who sacrifices hours of rest To place it on St. Mary's spire.
To scan precisely metres Attic; Then would, unroofd, old Granta's halls
Or agitates his anxious breast Pedantic inmates full display;
In solving problems mathematic: Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls,
Who reads false quantities in Seale,(8) The price of venal votes to pay.
Or puzzles o’er the deep triangle ; Then would I view each rival wight,
Deprived of many a wholesome meal; Petty and Palmerston survey;
In barbarous Latin (9) doom'd to wrangle : by the death of the Duke of Dorset. We were at school 10
his life abounded. Not content with this private atonement to gether, and there I was passionately attached to him. Since, we the Doctor, it was his intention, had he published another edition have never met, but once, I think, since 1805 --- and it would be of the Hours of Idleness, to substitute, for the offensive verses 1 paltry affectation to pretend that I had any feeling for him against that gentleman, a frank avowal of the wrong he had worth the name. But there was a time in my life when this been guilty of in giving vent to them.” – Moore. event would have broken my heart; and all I can say for it now (4) The Diable Boiteux of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, tho is, that -- it is not worth breaking. The recollection of what I demon, places Don Cleosas on an elevated situation, and unrools once felt, and ought to have felt now, but could not, set me pon
the houses for inspection. dering, and finally into the train of thought which you have in (5) On the death of Mr. Pitt, in January, 1806, Lord Henry your hands." - Byron's Lellers, 1818. The verses referred Petty and Lord Palmerston were candidates to represent the Unito were those melancholy ones, beginning,
versity of Cambridge in Parliament. - E. “ There's not a joy the world can give, like that it takes away."- E.
(6) The fourth and fifth stanzas ran, in the private volume,
thus: (1) In March, 1803, Dr. Drury retired from his situation of
“ One on his power and place depends, head-master at llarrow, and was succeeded by Dr. Butler.
The other on the Lord knows what! (2) “Dr. Drury, whom I plagued sufficiently, was the best, Each to some eloquence pretends, the kindest (and yet strict loo) friend I ever had; and I look upon
Though neither will convince by that. him still as a father.” – Diary.
“ The first, indeed, may not demur:
Fellows are sage reflecting men,” etc.- E. (3) “ At Harrow I was a most unpopular boy, but led latterly, and have retained many of my school friendships, and all my dis
(7) Edward-Harvey Hawke, third Lord Hawke. - E. likes egrep! to Dr. Rutler, whom I create drebelliously, and have (8) Seale's publication on Greek Metres displays considerable heen sorry ever since."-Diary.
talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so dislicult a The reconciliation which took place between him and Dr. work, is not remarkable for accuracy. Butler, before his departure for Greece, in 1809, is one of (9) The Latin of the schools is of the canine species, and not those instances of placability and pliableness with which very intelligible.
Renouncing every pleasing page
To us his psalms had ne'er descended, From authors of historic use ;
In furious mood he would have lore 'em. Preferring, to the letter'd sage,
The luckless Israelites, when taken The square of the hypothenuse. (1)
By some inhuman tyrant's order,
Were ask'd to sing, by joy forsaken,
On Babylonian river's border.
Oh! had they sung in notes like these, Which bring together the imprudent;
Inspired by stratagem or fear,
They might have set their hearts at ease,
The devil a soul had stay'd to hear.
But if I scribble longer now, As every sense is steep'd in wine.
The deuce a soul will stay lo read :
My pen is blunt, my ink is low;
Therefore, farewell, old Granta's spires ! And for the sins of others pray:
No more, like Cleofas, I fly;
No more thy theme my muse inspires :
The reader 's tired — and so am I.
ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND T is morn :—from these I turn my sight.
SCHOOL OF HARROW ON THE HILL. (3) What scene is this which meets the eye?
Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos. VIRCIL. A numerous crowd, array'd in white, (2) Across the green in numbers fly.
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose loved recollection
Embitters the present, compared with the past ; Loud rings in air the chapel bell; 'T is hush'd :—what sounds are these I hear? Where science first dawn’d on the powers of reflec
tion, The organ's soft celestial swell
And friendships were form’d, too romantic to Rolls deeply on the list'ning ear.
last; (4) To this is join'd the sacred song,
Where fancy yet joys to retrace the resemblance The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain;
Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied; Though he who hears the music long
How welcome to me your ne'er-fading remembrance, Will never wish to hear again.
Which rests in the bosom, though hope is denied! Our choir would scarcely be excused,
Again I revisit the hills where we sported, Even as a band of raw beginners;
The streams where we swam, and the fields All mercy now must be refused
where we fought; (5) To such a set of croaking sinners.
The school where, loud warn’d by the bell, we reIf David, when his toils were ended,
sorted, Had heard these blockheads sing before him, To pore o'er the precepts by pedagogues taught.
(1) The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hypo- subdued him, but determined 10 punish the refractory slave; iheduse is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right- and proceeded to put this determination in practice by inflictaogled triangle.
ing a kind of bastinado on the inner fleshy side of the boy's
arm, which, during the operation, wast wirled round with some 2. On a saint's-day, the students wear surplices in chapel.
degree of technical skill, to render the pain more acute. While 3) The Harrow free Grammar-school was founded by John the stripes were suceeding each other , and poor Peel writhing Lyon, a rich yeoman of Preston, in the parish of Harrow. He under them, Byron saw and felt for the misery of his friend, shtained, in the 14th year of Elizabeth, an especial license for and although he knew that he was not strong enough to fight***** perpetuating bis benevolence by this foundation for gratuitous with any hope of success, and that it was dangerous even to instruction. – Finden's Illustrations.
approach him, he advanced to the scene of action, and with (4) “ Wy school-friendships were with me passions (for I was a blush of rage, tears in his eyes, and a voice trembling ahsays violent), but I do not know that there is one which has between terror and indignation, asked, very humbly , if***** endured (to be sure some have been cut short by death) till now.” would be pleased to tell him how many stripes he meant to inflict? -Diary, 1821.
* Why,' returned the executioner, you little rascal, what is that ** While Lord Byron and Mr. Peel were at Harrow together, to you ? Because, if you please,' said Byron, holding.out bis tyrant a few years older claimed a right to fag little Peel, arm, ' I would take hall.'"- Moore. which claim ( whether rightly or wrongly I know not ) Peel (6) "At Harrow I fought my way very fairly. I think I lost but resisted. His resistance, however, was in vain :**** noi only one battle out of seven."—Diary, 1821.
Again I behold where for hours I have ponder’d, They tell us thal Slumber, the sister of Death,
As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone (1) I lay; Mortality's emblem is given; Or round the sleep brow of the churchyard I wan-To fate how I long to resign my frail breath, derd,
If this be a foretaste of heaven ! To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray. Ah! frown not, sweet lady! unbend your soft brow, I once more view the room, with spectators sur Nor deem me too happy in this ; rounded,
If I sin in my dream, I alone for it now, Wh: re, is Zanga (2), I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown; Thus doom'd but to gaze upon
bliss. While, 10 swell my young pride, such applauses re- Though in visions, sweet lady! perhaps you may sounded,
Oh ! think not my penance deficient ! (smile, I fancied that Mossop (3) himself was outshone : When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile, Or, as Lear, I pour'd forth the deep imprecation, To awake will be torture sufficient.
By my daughters of kingdom and reason deprived; Till, tired by loud plaudits (4) and self-adulation,
Ou ! did those eyes, instead of fire,
Though they might kindle less desire,
Love, inore than mortal, would be thine. Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.
For thou art form’d so heavenly fair, To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me, (5)
Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam, While fate shall the shades of the future unroll !
We must admire, but still despair; Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me,
That fatal glance forbids esteem. More dear is the beam of the past to my soul.
When Nature stamp'd thy beauteous birth, But if, through the course of the years which await
So much perfection in thee shone, me,
She feard that, too divine for earth, Some new scene of pleasure should open to view, The skies might claim thee for their own: I will say, while with rapture the thought shall elate
Therefore, to guard her dearest work, me, " Oh! such were the days which my infancy
Lest angels might dispute the prize, knew.”
She bade a secret lightning lurk
Within those once-celestial eyes.
When gleaming with meridian blaze;
Thy beauty must enrapture all;
But who can dare thine ardent gaze? When I dream that you love me, you 'll surely for
'Tis said, that Berenice's hair give;
In stars adorns the vault of heaven; Extend not your anger to sleep;
But they would ne'er permit thee there, For in visions alone your affection can live, -
Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven. I rise, and it leaves me lo weep.
For did those eyes as planets roll, Then, Morpheus ! envelop my faculties fast,
Thy sister-lights would scarce appear : Shed o'er me your languor benign;
E'en suns, which systems now control, Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last, Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.(6)
What rapture celestial is mine!
(1) They show a tomb in the churchyard at Harrow, command voice, my copiousness of declamation, and my action.”- Diary. ing a view over Windsor, which was so well known to be his fa (5) In the private volume the irast two stanzas ranvourite resting-place, that the boys called it “Byron's Tomb;" and here, they say he used to sit for hours, wrapl in thought.
“ I thought Usis poor brain, fever'd even to madness,
Of tears, as of reason, for ever was drain'd; E.
But the drops which now tlow down this bosom of sadness (2) For the display of his declamatory powers, on the speech
Convince me the springs have some moisture retain'd. days, he selected always the most vehement passages; such as “ Sweet scenes of my childhood ! your blest recollection the speech of Zanga over the body of Alonzo, and Lear's address
Has wrung from these eyelids, to weeping long dead, to the storm.-E.
In torrents the tears of my warmest affection,
The last, ..nd the sundest I ever shall shed."- E. (3) Mossop, a contemporary of Garrick, famous for his performance of Zanga.
(6) "Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, (4) " My grand patron, Dr. Drury, had a great notion that I
Having some business, do intreat her eyes should turn out an oralor, from my iluency, my turbulence, my To iwinkle in their spheres till they return."-Shaksp.