-"Ergo fungar vice cotis, acutum Reddere quæ ferrum valet, exsors ipsa secandi." HOR. De Arte Poet. "Rhymes are difficult things-they are stubborn things, sir. FIELDING'S Amelia. Introduction to Bints from borace. OF most of the poetical translations of Horace, from Pope and Swift downward, we might say, in the words of Bottom's companion, "Bless thee, Horace! thou art translated indeed." Nor did Lord Byron stick any closer to the original than his predecessors. He described his verses as an "Imitation of Horace," and although not published until seven years after his death, it was not through the author having a low idea of their merit. Indeed Lord Byron rated this performance extravagantly high, and on his return from the east did all he could to hasten its production. His first satire, however, "English Bards," had provoked much ill-feeling, and the denunciation of the gambling at the Argyle rooms had nearly led to a duel with the director, Colonel Greville. Lord Byron, among his other great qualities, had that of thoroughness in all that he did, and without hesitation had the whole of a new edition of "English Bards" committed to the flames, and gave up whatever honour his "Imitation of Horace" might have brought him by keeping the manuscript among his papers. It will be the opinion of most persons that he lost nothing by doing so, as the general spirit of the verses is decidedly on a lower level than that of "English Bards." The simple explanation seems to be that when Lord Byron revenged himself on the Edinburgh Review by attacking every living poet, or rhymster, he was thoroughly in earnest, and although the satire shews signs of effort in places, many lines strike at first sight, and have indeed passed into current literature-a sure mark of genuine inspiration. "Hints from Horace" were composed under eastern skies, and the perfervidum ingenium of the poet is so softened that we miss the genius which prompted him at Newstead. HINTS FROM HORACE. ATHENS Capuchin Convent, March 12, 1811. WHO would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace Or low Dubost1-as once the world has seen- Poets and painters, as all artists 3 know, A labour'd, long exordium, sometimes tends (Like patriot speeches) but to paltry ends; And nonsense in a lofty note goes down, As pertness passes with a legal gown: Thus many a bard describes in pompous strain The clear brook babbling through the goodly plain: The groves of Granta, and her Gothic halls, King's Coll., Cam's stream, stain'd windows, and old walls: Or, in the advent'rous numbers, neatly aims You sketch a tree, and so perhaps may shine — But daub a shipwreck like an alehouse sign; You plan a vase-it dwindles to a pot; Then glide down Grub-street-fasting and forgot; Laugh'd into Lethe by some quaint Review, Whose wit is never troublesome till-true." In fine, to whatsoever you aspire, Let it at least be simple and entire. The greater portion of the rhyming tribe (Give ear, my friend, for thou hast been a scribe) Are led astray by some peculiar lure. I labour to be brief-become obscure ; Fish in the woods, and boars beneath the waves! Unless your care's exact, your judgment nice, For gallygaskins Slowshears is your man; |