The native genius with their feeling given Let others spin their meagre rhymes for hire- Let SOUTHEY sing, although his teeming muse, Let simple WORDSWORTH chime his childish verse, Let MOORE be lewd; let STRANGFORD steal from MOORE, By the bye, I hope that in Mr Scorr's next poem his hero or heroine will be less addicted to gremarye, and more to grammar, than the Lady of the Lay, and her bravo, William of Deloraine. 2 It may be asked why I have censured the Earl of CARLISLE, my guardian and relative, to whom I dedicated a volume of puerile poems a few years ago. Thguardianship was nominal, at least as far as I have been able to dis over; the relationship I cannot help, and am very sorry for it; but as his lordship seemed to forget it on a very essential occasion to me, I shall not burthen my memory with the recollection. I do not think that personal differences sanction the unjust condemnation of a brother scribbler; but I see no reason why they should act as a preventive, when the author, noble or ignoble, bas for a series of years Leguiled a discerning public (as the advertisements have it) with divers reams of most orthodox, imperial, nonsense. Besides I do not step aside to vituperate the Farl: no-his works come fairly in review with those of other pattician literati. If, before I escaped from my teens, I said any thing in favour of his lordship's paper books, it was in the way of dutiful delication, and, more from the advice of others than my own judgment, and I size the first opportunity of pronouncing tuy sincere recantation. I have heard that some persons conceive me to be under obligations to Lord Carlisle, if so, I shall be most particularly happy to learn what they are, and when conferred, that they may be duly appreciated and publicly acknowledged. What I have humbly advanced as an opinion on his print d things, I am prepared to support, if necessary, by quotations from elegies, eulogies, odes, episodes, and certain lacetous and dainty tragedies, bearing his name and mark: What can ennoble knaves or foods, or cowards? Yet what avails the sanguine poet's hope To conquer ages, and with time to cope? New eras spread their wings, new nations rise, And other victors' fill the applauding skies: A few brief generations fleet along, Whose sons forget the poet and his song: Een now what once-loved minstrels scarce may claim The transient mention of a dubious name! When Fames loud trump hath blown its noblest blast, Though long the sound, the echo sleeps at last, And glory, like the phonix, 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires. Shall hoary Granta call her sable sous, A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon, O dark asylum of a Vandal race!4 At once the boast of learning, and disgrace; For me, who thus, unask'd, have dared to tell Tollere humo, victorque virum volitare per ora.-VIRGIL, chess, etc. are not to be superseded by the varies of his portical Damesake, whose poem comprised, as expressly stated in the advertisement, all the Plagues of Egypt. 3 This person, who has lately betrayed the most rapid symptoms of confirmed authorship, is writer of a poctu denominated the Art of Pleasing, as - fucus a non lucendo, continin ; little pleasantry, and less poetry. He also acts as monthly stipendiary and colles tor of calumnies for the Satirist. If this unfortunate young man would exchange the magazines for the mathematics, and endeavour to take a decent degree in his university, it might eventually prove more serviceable than his present salary. + Into Cambrid,,eshire the Emperor Probus transported a cops'derable body of Vandals,--Gibbon's Decline and Ed', page 55, vol. 2. There is no reason to dout the truth of this assertion-the breed is still in high pertes tion. This gentleman s name requires no praise: the man who in translation displays unquestional le genius, may will be expected to excel in original composition, of which it is to be hoped we shall soon ser a splendid specimen. The Aborigina. Britons, an excellent poem by Ricпands. Ne just applause her honour'd name shall lose, Then, hapless Britain! be thy rulers blest, Yet once again adieu! ere this the sail But should I back return, no letter'd rage Of Dardan tours let dilettanti tell, I leave topography to classic GELL; And, quite content, no more shall interpose Thus far I've held my undisturb'd career, * Calpe is the ancient name of Gibraltar. * Stamboul is the Turkish word for Constantinople. • Georgia, remarkable for the beauty of its inhabitants. • Lord VALETTIA (whose tremendous travels are forthcoming, with dae decorations, graphical, topographical, and typographical deposed, on Sir Joux Cana's unlucky suit, that D.sois satire prevented his purchase of the Stranger in Ireland.-Oh fie, my Lord has your lorship no more feeling for a fellow-tourist? but two of a trade, they say, etc. Lord Eers would fain persuade us that all the figures, with I and without noses, in his stone-shop, are the work of Phidías! •Credat Judæos.• Mr Gr Topography of Troy and Ithaca cannot fail to ensure the approbation of every man possessed of classical taste, as well for the information Mr G. conveys to the mind of the reader, as for the ability and research the respective works display. My voice was heard again, though not so loud; The time hath been, when no harsh sound would fall And, arm'd in proof, the gauntlet cast at once POSTSCRIPT.' I HAVE been informed, since the present edition went to the press, that my trusty and well beloved cousins, the Edinburgh Reviewers, are preparing a most vehement critique on my poor, gentle, unresisting muse, whom they have already so bedeviled with their ungodly ribaldry: .Tantæne animis cœlestibas iræ!» I suppose I must say of JEFFREY as Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK saith, «an I had known he was so cunning of fence, I had seen him damned ere I had fought him.» What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the Bosphorus before the next number has passed the Tweed! But yet I hope to light my pipe with it in Persia. My northern friends have accused me, with justice, of personality towards their great literary Anthropophagus, JEFFREY: but what else was to be done with him and his dirty pack, who feed « by lying and slandering,» and slake their thirst by evil-speaking? I have adduced facts already well known, and of Jeffrey's mind I have stated my free opinion; nor has he thence sustained any injury: what scavenger was ever soiled by being pelted with mud? It may be said that I quit England because I have censured there « persons of honour and wit about town;» but I am coming back again, and their vengeance will keep hot ull my return. Those who know me can testify that my motives for leaving England are very different from fears, literary or personal; those who do not, may one day be convinced, Published to the Second Edition. Since the publication of this thing, my name has not been concealed; I have been mostly in London, ready to answer for my transgressions, and in daily expectation of sundry cartels; but, alas! « The age of chivalry is over;» or, in the vulgar tongue, there is no spirit now-a-days. There is a youth yclept Hewson Clarke (subaudi, Esq.), a sizer of Emanuel College, and I believe a denizen of Berwick upon Tweed, whom I have introduced in these pages to much better company than he has been accustomed to meet: he is, notwithstanding, a very sad dog, and, for no reason that I can discover, except a personal quarrel with a bear, kept by me at Cambridge to sit for a fellowship, and whom the jealousy of his Trinity contemporaries prevented from success, has been abusing me, and, what is worse, the defenceless innocent above mentioned, in the Satirist, for one year and some months. I am utterly unconscious of having given him any provocation; indeed I am guiltless of having heard his name, till it was coupled with the Satirist. He has, therefore, no reason to complain, and I dare say that, like Sir Fretful Plagiary, he is rather pleased than otherI have now mentioned all who have done me the honour to notice me and mine, that is, my bear and my book, except the editor of the Satirist, who, it seems, is a gentleman. God wot! I wish he could impart a little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers. I hear that Mr JERNINGHAM is about to take up the cudgels for his Mæcenas, Lord Carlisle: I hope not; he was one of the few who, in the very short intercourse I had wise. Ehilde Harold's Pilgrimage; A ROMAUNT. J'en L'univers est une espèce de livre, dont on n'a lu que la première page, quand on n'a vu que son pays. ai feuilleté un assez grand nombre, que j'ai trouvées également mauvaises. Get examen ne m'a point été infructueux. Je haissais ma patrie. Toutes les impertinences des peuples divers, parmi lesquels j'ai vécu, m'ont réconcilié avec elle. Quand je n'aurais tiré d'autre bénéfice de mes voyages que celui-la, je n'en regretterais ni les frais ni les fatigues. LE COSMOPOLITE. PREFACE. THE following poem was written, for the most part, amidst the scenes which it attempts to describe. It was begun in Albania; and the parts relative to Spain' and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries. Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the descriptions. The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acarnania, and Greece, There for the present the poem stops: its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East, through Ionia and, Phrygia: these two cantos are merely experimental. A fictitious character is introduced for the sake of giving some connexion to the piece; which, however, makes no pretension to regularity. It has been suggested to me by friends, on whose opinions I set a high value, that in this fictitious character, «Childe Barold,» I may incur the suspicion of having intended some real personage: this I beg leave, once for all, to disclaim Harold is the child of imagination, for the purpose I have stated. In some very trivial particulars, and those merely local, there might be grounds for such a notion; but in the main points, I should hope, none whatever. It is almost superfluous to mention that the appellation «Childe,» as «Childe Waters,» «Childe Childers,» etc., is used as more consonant with the old structure of versification which I have adopted. The « Good Night,» in the beginning of the first canto, was suggested by «Lord Maxwell's Good Night,» in the Border Minstrelsy, edited by Mr Scott. With the different poems which have been published on Spanish subjects, there may be found some slight coincidence in the first part, which treats of the peninsula, but it can only be casual; as, with the exception of a few concluding stanzas, the whole of this poem was written in the Levant. The stanza of Spenser, according to one of our most successful poets, admits of every variety. Dr Beattie makes the following observation: «Not long ago I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which I propose to give full scope to my inclination, and be either droll or pathetic, descriptive or sentimental, tender or satirical, as the humour strikes me; for, if I mistake not, the measure which I have adopted, admits equally of all these kinds of composition. » '-Strengthened in my opinion by such authority, and by the example of some in the highest order of Italian poets, I shall make no apology for attempts at similar variations in the following composition; satisfied that, if they are unsuccessful, their failure must be in the execution, rather than in the design sanctioned by the practice of Ariosto, Thomson, and Beattie. ADDITION TO THE PREFACE. I have now waited till almost all our periodical journals have distributed their usual portion of criticism. To the justice of the generality of their criticisms I I have nothing to object; it would ill become me to ¦ quarrel with their very slight degree of censure, when | perhaps, if they had been less kind they had been more | candid. Returning, therefore, to all and each my best | thanks for their liberality, on one point alone shall I venture an observation. Amongst the many objections | justly urged to the very indifferent character of the « vagrant Childe» (whom, notwithstanding many hints to the contrary, I still maintain to be a fictitious per| sonage), it has been stated that, besides the anachronism, he is very unknightly, as the times of the knights were times of love, honour, and so forth. Now it so happens that the good old times, when «l'amour du bon vieux temps, l'amour antique» flourished, were the most profligate of all possible centuries. Those who have any doubts on this subject may consult St Palaye, passim, and more particularly vol. ii, page 69. The Yows of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatsoever, and the songs of the Troubadours were not more decent, and certainly were much less refined, than those of Ovid.-The Cours d'amour, parlemens d'amour, ou de courtoisie et de gentilesse,» had much more of love than of courtesy or gentleness.-See Roland on the same subject with St Palaye.-Whatever other objection may be urged to that most unamiable personage, Childe Harold, he was so far perfectly knightly in his attributes- No waiter, but a knight templar. By the bye, I fear that Sir Tristram and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be, although very poetical personages and true knights « sans peur,>> though not «sans reproche. »—If the story of the institution of the « Garters be not a fable, the knights of that order have for several centuries borne the badge of a Countess of Salisbury, of indifferent memory. So much for chivalry. Burke need not have regretted that its days are over, though Marie Antoinette was quite as chaste as most of those in whose honours lances were shivered, and knights unhorsed. Before the days of Bayard, and down to those of Sir Joseph Banks (the most chaste and celebrated of ancient and modern times), few exceptions will be found to this statement, and I fear a little investigation will teach us not to regret those monstrous mummeries of the middle ages. I now leave << Childe Harold» to live his day, such as he is; it had been more agreeable, and certainly more easy, to have drawn an amiable character. It had been easy to varnish over his faults, to make him do more Beattie's Letters. * The Rovers.- Antijacobin. and express less, but he never was intended as an example, further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disappointment in new ones, and that even the beauties of nature, and the stimulus of travel (except ambition, the most powerful of all excitements), are lost on a soul so constituted, or rather misdirected. Had I proceeded with the poem, this character would have deepened as he drew to the close, for the outline which I once meant to fill up for him was, with some exceptions, the sketch of a modern Timon, perhaps a poetical Zeluco. TO JANTHE. Nor in those climes where I have late been straying, To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- Ah! mayst thou ever be what now thou art, creed. Oh! let that eye, which, wild as the gazelle's, Such is thy name with this my verse entwined; Of him who hail'd thee, loveliest as thou wast, Which seem d to him more lone than eremite's sad cell. Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. V. For he through sin's long labyrinth had run, Nor made atonement when he did amiss, Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one, And that loved one, alas! could ne'er be his. Ah, happy she! to 'scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss, And spoild her goodly lands to gild his waste, Nor calm domestic peace had ever deign'd to taste. XI. His house, his home, his heritage, his lands, The laughing dames in whom he did delight, Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, Might shake the saintship of an anchorite, And long had fed his youthful appetite; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine, And all that mote to luxury invite, Without a sigh he left, to cross the brine, And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's central line. |