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WHY, how now, Billy Bowles?
Sure the priest is maudlin!
(To the public) How can you, d-n your souls!
February 22, 1821.
OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;
So Castlereagh has cut his throat!—The worst
So He has cut his throat at last!- He! Who?
1 [It was pretended at the time, that the death of sarcastic article on his poetry in the Quarterly Review. that he died of consumption and not of criticism.]
Keats was occasioned by a
All the world knows now
Who shot the arrow?
"The poet priest Milman (So ready to kill man),
"Or Southey, or Barrow.
March 8-9, 1823.
THE Son of Love and Lord of War I sing;
Not fann'd alone by Victory's fleeting wing,
He rear'd his bold and brilliant throne on high:
TO MR. MURRAY.
FOR Orford and for Waldegrave*
You give much more than me you gave;
2 [This fragment was found amongst Lord Byron's papers, after his departure from Genoa for Greece.]
3 [Horace Walpole's Memoirs of the last nine Years of the Reign of George II.] 4 [Memoirs by James Earl Waldegrave, Governor of George III. when Prince of Wales.]
But now this sheet is nearly cramm'd,
THE IRISH AVATAR.6
"And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the paltry rider."-CURRAN.
ERE the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her grave,
True, the great of her bright and brief era are gone,
Which betray'd not, or crush'd not, or wept not her cause.
True, the chains of the Catholic clank o'er his rags,
To her desolate shore-where the emigrant stands
5 ["Can't accept your courteous offer. These matters must be arranged with Mr. Douglas Kinnaird. He is my trustee, and a man of honour. To him you can state all your mercantile reasons, which you might not like to state to me personally, such as 'heavy season '-'flat public'-'don't go off'-'lordship writes too much '-' won't take advice '— ' declining popularity'—' deduction for the trade '—' make very little'— 'generally lose by him' 'pirated edition '-'foreign edition '-'severe criticisms,' &c., with other hints and howls for an oration, which I leave Douglas, who is an orator, to answer. "-Lord B. to Mr. Murray, August 23, 1821.]
"["The enclosed lines, as you will directly perceive, are written by the Rev. W. L. Bowles. Of course it is for him to deny them, if they are not."-Lord B. to Mr. Moore, September 17, 1821.]
But he comes! the Messiah of royalty comes!
Like a goodly Leviathan roll'd from the waves;
With a legion of cooks, and an army of slaves!
He comes in the promise and bloom of threescore,
Could that long-wither'd spot but be verdant again,
Is it madness or meanness which clings to thee now?
Ay, roar in his train! let thine orators lash
Ever glorious Grattan! the best of the good!
Ere Tully arose in the zenith of Rome,
Though unequall'd, preceded, the task was begun-
Of ages, the first, last, the saviour, the one!
7 ["After the stanza on Grattan, will it please you to cause to insert the following addenda, which I dreamed of during to-day's siesta."-Lord B. to Mr. Moore, September 20, 1821.]
With the skill of an Orpheus to soften the brute;
And Corruption shrunk scorch'd from the glance of his mind.
But back to our theme! Back to despots and slaves!
Let the poor squalid splendour thy wreck can afford, (As the bankrupt's profusion his ruin would hide) Gild over the palace, Lo! Erin, thy lord!
Kiss his foot with thy blessing, his blessings denied!
Or if freedom past hope be extorted at last,
If the idol of brass find his feet are of clay,
Must what terror or policy wring forth be class'd
With what monarchs ne'er give, but as wolves yield their prey?
Each brute hath its nature; a king's is to reign,-
From Cæsar the dreaded to George the despised!
Wear, Fingal, thy trapping! O'Connell, proclaim
His accomplishments! His!!! and thy country convince Half an age's contempt was an error of fame,
And that "Hal is the rascaliest, sweetest young prince!"
Will thy yard of blue riband, poor Fingal, recall
The fetters from millions of Catholic limbs ?
Or, has it not bound thee the fastest of all
The slaves, who now hail their betrayer with hymns?
Ay! "build him a dwelling!" let each give his mite!