"The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul; his moral virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and those who derived any private benefit from his government announced in prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity. By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and an Exile, till "GIBBON'S Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p. 220. 1 * * ["I send you an additional motto from Gibbon, which you will find singularly appropriate."-Lord Byron to Mr. Murray, April 2. 1814.] ODE ΤΟ NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.1 'Tis done but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive - Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive? 2 [The reader has seen, that Lord Byron, when publishing" The Corsair," in January, 1814, announced an apparently quite serious resolution to withdraw, for some years at least, from poetry. His letters of the February and March following abound in repetitions of the same determination. On the morning of the ninth of April, he writes" No more rhyme for- or rather from me. I have taken my leave of that stage, and henceforth will mountebank it no longer." In the evening, a Gazette Extraordinary announced the abdication of Fontainebleau, and the Poet violated his vows next morning, by composing this Ode, which he immediately published, though without his name. His Diary says," April 10. To-day I have boxed one hour-written an Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte copied it eaten six biscuits-drunk four bottles of soda water, and redde away the rest of my time."] 2 ["I don't know but I think I, even I (an insect compared Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star, II. Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind III. power to save, — Thanks for that lesson it will teach To after-warriors more, Than high Philosophy can preach, That led them to adore Those Pagod things of sabre sway, with this creature), have set my life on casts not a millionth part of this man's. But, after all, a crown may not be worth dying for. Yet, to outlive Lodi for this!!! Oh that Juvenal or Johnson could rise from the dead! Expende. -quot libras in duce summo invenies?' I knew they were light in the balance of mortality; but I thought their living dust weighed more carats. Alas! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it, and is now hardly fit to stick in a glazier's pencil; the pen of the historian won't rate it worth a ducat. Psha! something too much of this.' 6 But I won't give him up even now; though all his admirers have, like the Thanes, fallen from him."- Byron Diary, April 9.] IV. The triumph, and the vanity, The sword, the sceptre, and that sway All quell'd! - Dark Spirit! what must be V. The Desolator desolate ! The Victor overthrown! A Suppliant for his own! Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope? Or dread of death alone? To die a prince - or live a slave Thy choice is most ignobly brave! VI. He who of old would rend the oak, 1 "Certaminis gaudia"-the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons, given in Cassiodorus. 2 ["Out of town six days. On my return, find my poor little pagod, Napoleon, pushed off his pedestal. It is his own fault. Like Milo, he would rend the oak; but it closed again, wedged his hands, and now the beasts-lion, bear, down to the dirtiest jackall -may all tear him. That Muscovite winter wedged his arms;ever since, he has fought with his feet and teeth. The last may still leave their marks; and 'I guess now' (as the Yankees say), that he will yet play them a pass."— Byron Diary, April 8.] Chain'd by the trunk he vainly broke Thou, in the sternness of thy strength, VII. The Roman, when his burning heart His only glory was that hour VIII. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway 1 Sylla.-[We find the germ of this stanza in the Diary of the evening before it was written :-"Methinks Sylla did better; for he revenged, and resigned in the height of his sway, red with the slaughter of his foes-the finest instance of glorious contempt of the rascals upon record. Dioclesian did well too - Amurath not amiss, had he become aught except a dervise- Charles the Fifth but so so; but Napoleon worst of all."- Byron Diary, April 9.] 2 [" Alter potent spell' to 'quickening spell:' the first (as Polonius says) is a vile phrase,' and means nothing, besides being common-place and Rosa-Matildaish. After the resolution of not publishing, though our Ode is a thing of little length and less consequence it will be better altogether that it is anonymous."- Lord Byron to Mr. Murray, April 11.] |