With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . what straits old Time reducesFrail man, when paper — even a rag like this,Survives himself, his tomb, and all thats his. XCVIBut let me to my story : I must own, If I have any fault, it is digression —Leaving my people to proceed alone, While I soliloquize beyond expression;But these are my addresses from the throne, Which put off business to the ensuing session:Forgetting each omission is a loss toThe world, not quite so great as Ariosto. XCVIII know that what
With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . what straits old Time reducesFrail man, when paper — even a rag like this,Survives himself, his tomb, and all thats his. XCVIBut let me to my story : I must own, If I have any fault, it is digression —Leaving my people to proceed alone, While I soliloquize beyond expression;But these are my addresses from the throne, Which put off business to the ensuing session:Forgetting each omission is a loss toThe world, not quite so great as Ariosto. XCVIII know that what our neighbors call longueurs (We ve not so good a word, but have the thingIn that complete perfection which ensures An epic from Bob Southey every spring),Form not the true temptation which allures The reader; butt would not be hard to bringSome fine examples of the epopee,To prove its grand ingredient is ennui. XCVIIIWe learn from Horace, Homer sometimes sleeps ; We feel without him, Wordsworth sometimes wakes,-To show with what complacency he creeps, With his dear Waggoners around his lakes. [ 286 ] T7ILLA Borghese, ?•.; landWhich was tin mightiest in its old command,And is the lovi liest, and must i<l the fin beautiful, th, bravi —th lords of earth and tea. —Childe Harold, Canto [V, aUnia xxr, THE YEARS 1822 AND 1823 He wishes for a boat to sail the deeps — Of ocean ? — No, of air; and then he makesAnother outcry for a little boat,And drivels seas to set it well afloat. XCIXIf he must fain sweep oer the ethereal plain, And Pegasus runs restive in his Waggon,Could he not beg the loan of Charless Wain ? Or pray Medea for a single dragon ?Or if, too classic for his vulgar brain, He feard his neck to venture such a nag on,And he must needs mount nearer to the moon,Could not the blockhead ask for a balloon ? C Pedlars, and Boats, and Waggons ! Oh! ye shades Of Pope and Dryden, are we come to this ?That trash of such sort not alone evades Contempt, b
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