Better to hold the sparkling grape, Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of Gods, than reptile's food. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, And when, alas! our brains are gone, Quaff while thou canst another race, Why not? since through life's little day * Newstead Abbey, 1808. * [Byron gives the following account of this cup:-"The gar dener, in digging, discovered a skull that had probably belonged to some jolly friar or monk of the Abbey, about the time it was demonasteried. Observing it to be of giant size, and in a perfect state of preservation, a strange fancy seized me of having it set and mounted as a drinking cup. I accordingly sent it to town, and it returned with a very high polish, and of a mottled color like tortoise-shell."] WELL! THOU ART HAPPY.* WELL! thou art happy, and I feel Thy husband's blest — and 't will impart When late I saw thy favorite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; I kissed it, and repressed my sighs, But then it had its mother's eyes, Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. [A few days before this poem was written, the poet had been invited to dine at Annesley. On the infant daughter of his fair hostess being brought into the room, he started involuntarily, and with difficulty suppressed his emotion.] I deemed that time, I deemed that pride My heart in all, save hope,— the same. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look But now to tremble were a crime We met, and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there: One only feeling could'st thou trace; The sullen calmness of despair. Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? ; November 2, 1808. INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, *[This monument is still a conspicuous ornament in the garden of Newstead. The following is the inscription by which the verses are preceded: "Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. Is but a just tribute to the Memory of Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18, 1808." Byron thus announced the death of his favorite to Mr. Hodgson:-"Boatswain is dead!-he expired in a state of madness, on the 18th, after suffering much, yet retaining all the gentleness of his nature to the last; never attempting to do the least injury to any one near him. I have now lost every thing except old Murray." By the will which he executed in 1811, he dìrected that his own body should be buried in a vault in the garden near his faithful dog.] Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn, Newstead Abbey, November 30, 1808. TO A LADY, ON BEING ASKED MY REASON FOR QUITTING ENGLAND IN THE SPRING. WHEN Man, expelled from Eden's bowers, |