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Enough perhaps to lodge them in detail,

And by instalments-But a general muster!
No house is sure of a sufficient scale,
No, not his gracious Majesty's pavilion
Though that is said to have cost him near a
million.

Another break. That he endeavored to follow up his temporary success is evident from the rough draft, mainly composed of suggestions of various places where the ceremony should be held. At last he gets the idea of holding it in the now vacated booths of Smithfield fair, and goes ahead again: —

XI

We all I think must own a happy hit owes
Much to the aptness of the opportunity.
The Fair had ceased, and Brooks's and Polito's
Had summoned homeward their four-legged
community

With Bears and Sloths with two toes and with three toes.

The Booths might now be entered with impunity,

And there they stood so handy and inviting
For all the Humbugs both to speak and write in.

It is interesting to trace the train of Byron's thought here. His first idea was to write Pidcock's or Polito's,' but it then occurred to him that the satire would be more complete, if he coupled Brooks's' with the menagerie, treating the occupants of both as so many varieties of wild beasts.

XII

Why the Bonassus budged is still a question, Some blame him for not standing firm on ground,

And think that 't was a plausible suggestion
To have him named a candidate and crowned,
Since there's no clause that Humbugs must be
Christian,

And though four legs has but an awkward sound,
There is no act or statute old or new
That ever has restricted Kings to two.

XIII

Nebuchadnezzar grazed and reigned on four-
One Cæsar made a Consul of his horse -
Far longer ears some Consuls since have wore,
(So that the Cæsar might have chosen worse)

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INDEXES

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Absent or present, still to thee, 169.

Adieu, adieu! my native shore, 5.
Adieu, thou Hill! where early joy, 145.
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette! 163.

Egle, beauty and poet, has two little crimes,
237.

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite, 87.
Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose, 146.
Ah! Love was never yet without, 172.
Ah!

What should follow slips from my
reflection, 968.

And dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?

229.

And thou art dead, as young and fair, 167.
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee,
212.

And thy true faith can alter never?' 173.
And wilt thou weep when I am low? 152.
Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun, 143.
A noble Lady of the Italian shore, 199.
As by the fix'd decrees of Heaven, 140.
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone, 157.
A spirit pass'd before me: I beheld, 222.
As the Liberty lads o'er the sea, 229.
Away, away, ye notes of woe! 165.
Away, away, your flattering arts, 86.
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, 92.
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
117.

A year ago you swore, fond she ! 236.

Behold the blessings of a lucky lot! 237.
Belshazzar! from the banquet turn, 185.
Beneath Blessington's eyes, 239.

Beside the confines of the Egean main, 161.
Beware! beware! of the Black Friar, 285.
Bob Southey! You're a poet-Poet-laureate,
745.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred, 208.
Brave Champions! go on with the farce! 237.
Breeze of the night in gentler sighs, 150.
Bright be the place of thy soul! 151.
But once I dared to lift my eyes, 205.

Candour compels me, BECHER! to commend,
118.

Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, 158.
Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven! - but thou,
alas, 19.

Could I remount the river of my years, 191.
Could Love for ever, 199.

Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease, 87.

Dear are the days of youth! 129.

Dear Becher, you tell me to mix with mankind,
128.

Dear Doctor, I have read your play, 231.

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From the last hill that looks on thy once holy
dome, 221.

From this emblem what variance your motto
evinces, 228.

God maddens him whom 't is his will to lose,
230.

God, the Eternal! Infinite! All-wise! 627.
Good plays are scarce, 225.

Great Jove, to whose almighty throne, 89.

Hail, Muse! et cetera. - We left Juan sleeping,
801.

Harriet! To see such Circumspection, 151.
He hath wrong'd his queen, but still he is her
lord, 550.

Here once engaged the stranger's view, 150.
Here's a happy new year! but with reason,

235.

Here's to her who long, 228.

He, unto whom thou art so partial, 239.
He who sublime in epic numbers roll'd, 87.
High in the midst, surrounded by his peers, 111.
Hills of Annesley! bleak and barren, 95.
His father's sense, his mother's grace, 233.
How came you in Hob's pound to cool, 235.
How sweetly shines through azure skies, 101.

Hush'd are the winds, and still the evening
gloom, 84.

Huzza! Hodgson, we are going, 156.

I cannot talk of Love to thee, 179.

I enter thy garden of roses, 162.

If fate should seal my Death to-morrow, 144.
If for silver, or for gold, 234.

If from great nature's or our own abyss, 955.
If, in the month of dark December, 160.
If sometimes in the haunts of men, 168.
If that high world, which lies beyond, 217.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream, 189.
I heard thy fate without a tear, 186.
'I lay my branch of laurel down,' 227.
Ill-fated Heart! and can it be, 168.

In digging up your bones, Tom Paine, 235.

In hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place,
227.

In law an infant and in years a boy, 100.
In moments to delight devoted, 175.

In Nottingham county there lives at Swan
Green, 223.

In one dread night our city saw, and sigh'd, 169.
In one who felt as once he felt, 148.

I now mean to be serious; it is time, 941.
In the beginning was the Word next God, 466.
In the dome of my Sires as the clear moonbeam
falls, 164.

In thee, I fondly hoped to clasp, 85,

In the valley of waters we wept o'er the day,
223.

In the year since Jesus died for men, 384.
In this beloved marble view, 229.

I read the Christabel, 230.

I saw thee weep- the big bright tear, 218.
Is not the messenger return'd? 499.

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name,
182.

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child, 35.
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed, 190.
I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, 55.
It is the hour when from the boughs, 396.
I want a hero: an uncommon want, 747.

I watch'd thee when the foe was at our side,
205.

I wish to tune my quivering lyre, 88.

I would I were a careless child, 135.

I would to heaven that I were so much clay,
745.

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Maid of Athens, ere we part, 160.
Marion, why that pensive brow? 100.
Mingle with the genial bowl, 139.
Montgomery! true, the common lot, 127.
Mrs. Wilmot sate scribbling a play, 234.
Muse of the many-twinkling feet! whose charms,
273.

Must thou go, my glorious Chief, 186.
My boat is on the shore, 230.
My dear Mr. Murray, 232.

My hair is grey, but not with years, 402.
My love, be calmer! 671.

My sister! my sweet sister! if a name, 211.
My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string, 218.

Nay, smile not at my sullen brow, 17.
Newstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome!

119.

Nisus, the guardian of the portal, stood, 105.
No breath of air to break the wave, 310.
No infant Sotheby, whose dauntless head, 231.
Nose and chin would shame a knocker, 196.
No specious splendour of this stone, 113.
Nothing so difficult as a beginning, 816.
Not in those climes where I have late been
straying, 2.

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, 338.
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that, 929.
Of all the twice ten thousand bards, 233.
Of rhymes I printed seven volumes, 232.
Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired,
195.

Oh, Anne! your offences to me have been griev-
ous, 147.

'Oh! banish care'-such ever be, 164.

Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and
wounds! 878.

Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now, 238.
Oh! could Le Sage's demon's gift, 95.
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, 97.
Oh factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth, 114.
Oh, Friend, for ever loved, for ever dear! 85.
Oh! had my fate been join'd with thine, 134.
Oh how I wish that an embargo, 225.
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, 157.
Oh, Mariamne! now for thee, 221.
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, 88.
Oh!-my lonely-lonely-lonely-Pillow! 204.
Oh never talk again to me, 159.

Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have
decreed, 147.

Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, 218.
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story,
204.

Oh, thou! in Hellas deem'd of heavenly birth, 3.
Oh! thou that roll'st above thy glorious Fire,
139.

Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls,

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