The hardy Russian hails congenial snow;
The Spaniard shivers as these breezes blow.
Knew men the objects of this varied crew,
To stare how many, and to feel how few!
Here Nature's child, ecstatic from her school,
And travelling problems, that admire by rule;
The timorous poet woes his modest muse,
And thanks his stars he's safe from all reviews;
The pedant drags from out his motley store
A line some hundred hills have heard before.
Here critics too (for where's the happy spot
So blest by nature as to have them not?)
Spit their vile slander o'er some simple phrase
Of foolish wonder or of honest praise;
Some pompous hint, some comment on mine host,
Some direful failure, or some empty boast:
Not blacker spleen could fill these furious men,
If Jeffrey's soul had perch'd on Gifford's pen.
Here envy, hatred, and the fool of fame,
Join'd in one act of wonder when they came:
Here beauty's worshipper in flesh or rock,
The incarnate fancy, or the breathing block,
Sees the white giant, in his robe of light,
Stretch his huge form to look o'er Jura's height;
And stops, while hastening to the blest remains
And calmer beauties of the classic plains.
And here, whom hope beguiling bids to seek
Ease for his breast, and colour for his cheek,
Still steals a moment from Ausonia's sky,
And views and wonders on his way--to die.

But he, the author of these idle lines, What passion leads him, and what tie confines? For him what friend is true, what mistress blooms, What joy elates him, and what grief consumes? Impassion'd, senseless, vigorous, or old, What matters!-bootless were his story told. Some praise at least one act of sense may claim; He wrote these verses, but he hid his name.

TO LADY CAROLINE LAMB. AND say'st thou that I have not felt, Whilst thou wert thus estranged from me? Nor know'st how dearly I have dwelt

On one unbroken dream of thee? But love like ours must never be,

And I will learn to prize thee less, As thou hast fled, so let me flee,

And change the heart thou mayst not bless.

They'll tell thee, Clara! I have seem'd,
Of late, another's charms to woo,
Nor sigh'd, nor frown'd, as if I deem'd

That thou wert banish'd from my view.
Clara! this struggle-to undo

What thou hast done too well, for me-
This mask before the babbling crew-
This treachery-was truth to thee!

I have not wept while thou wert gone,
Nor worn one look of sullen woe;
But sought, in many, all that one
(Ah! need I name her!) could bestow.
It is a duty which I owe

To thine-to thee-to man-to God,
To crush, to quench this guilty glow,
Ere yet the path of crime be trod.

But, since my breast is not so pure,
Since still the vulture tears my heart,
Let me this agony endure,

Not thee, oh! dearest as thou art!
In mercy, Clara! let us part,

And I will seek, yet know not how,
To shun, in time, the threatening dart;
Guilt must not aim at such as thou.
But thou must aid me in the task,

And nobly thus exert thy power;
Then spurn me hence-'t is all I ask-
Ere time mature a guiltier hour;
Ere wrath's impending vials shower
Remorse redoubled on my head;
Ere fires unquenchably devour

A heart whose hope has long been dead. Deceive no more thyself and me,

Deceive not better hearts than mine; Ah, shouldst thou, whither wouldst thou flee, From woe like ours-from shame like thine! And if there be a wrath divine,

A pang beyond this fleeting breath, E'en now all future hope resign:

Such thoughts are guilt-such guilt is death!

THE PRINCE OF WHALES.

Io Paan! Io! sing

To the finny people's king-
Not a mightier whale than this
In the vast Atlantic is;
Not a fatter fish than he
Flounders round the Polar sea:
See his blubber-at his gills
What a world of drink he swills,
From his trunk as from a spout!
Which next moment he pours out.
Such his person: next declare,
Muse! who his companions are.
Every fish of generous kind
Scuds aside or slinks behind,
But about his person keep
All the monsters of the deep;
Mermaids, with their tales and singing,
His delighted fancy stinging;
Crooked dolphins, they surround him;
Dog-like seals, they fawn around him:
Following hard, the progress mark
Of the intolerant salt sea-shark-
For his solace and relief

Flat fish are his courtiers chief;-
Last and lowest of his train,
Ink-fish, libellers of the main,
Their black liquor shed in spite-
(Such on earth the things that write).

In his stomach, some do say

No good thing can ever stay;

Had it been the fortune of it

To have swallow'd the old prophet,
Three days there he'd not have dwell'd.
But in one have been expell'd.
Hapless mariners are they
Who, beguiled, as seamen say,
Deeming it some rock or island,
Footing sure, safe spot, and dry land,
Anchor in his scaly rind;

Soon the difference they find,

Sudden, plump, he sinks beneath them--
Does to ruthless waves bequeath them.
Name or title, what has he?
Is he regent of the sea?
From the difficulty free us,
Buffon, Banks, or sage Linnæus!
With his wondrous attributes
Say-what appellation suits?
By his bulk and by his size,
By his oily qualities,

This, or else my eye-sight fails,

This should be the Prince of Whales.

ON THE LETTER I.
(Written in a Lady's Scrap-Book.)

I AM not in youth, nor in manhood, nor age,
But in infancy ever am known;

I'm a stranger alike to the fool and the sage,
And though I'm distinguish'd in history's page,
I always am greatest alone.

I am not in earth, nor the sun, nor the moon;
You may search all the sky-I'm not there:

In the morning and evening-though not in the noon,
You may plainly perceive me-for, like a balloon,
I am midway suspended in air.

I am always in riches, and yet I am told

Wealth ne'er did my presence desire;

I dwell with the miser, but not with his gold,
And sometimes I stand in his chimney so cold,

Though I serve as a part of the fire.

I often am met in political life

In my absence no kingdom can be:

And they say there can neither be friendship nor strife, No one can live single, no one take a wife,

Without interfering with me.

My brethren are many, and of my whole race
Not one is more slender and tall;

And though not the eldest, I hold the first place,
And even in dishonour, despair, and disgrace,
I boldly appear 'mong them all.

Though disease may possess me, and sickness and pain,
I am never in sorrow or gloom;
Though in wit and in wisdom I equally reign,
I'm the heart of all sin, and have long lived in vain,
Yet I ne'er shall be found in the tomb.

TO MY DEAR MARY ANNE.
ADIEU to sweet Mary for ever!
From her I must quickly depart:
Though the fates us from each other sever,
Still her image shall dwell in my heart.
The flame that within my breast burns
Is unlike what in lovers' hearts glows;
The love which for Mary I feel

Is far purer than Cupid bestows.

I wish not your peace to disturb,
I wish not your joys to molest;
Mistake not my passion for love,

"T is your friendship alone I request. Not ten thousand lovers could feel

The friendship my bosom contains; It will ever within my heart dwell,

While the warm blood flows through my veins. May the Ruler of Heaven look down,

And my Mary from evil defend!
May she ne'er know adversity's frown!
May her happiness ne'er have an end!
Once more, my sweet Mary, adieu !
Farewell! I with anguish repeat;
For ever I'll think upon you,

While this heart in my bosom shall beat.

STANZAS.

I HEARD thy fate without a tear,
Thy loss with scarce a sigh;
And yet thou wert surpassing dear-
Too loved of all to die.

I know not what hath sear'd mine eye:
The tears refuse to start;

But every drop its lids deny

Falls dreary on my heart.
Yes-deep and heavy, one by one,

They sink, and turn to care;
As cavern'd waters wear the stone,
Yet, dropping, harden there.
They cannot petrify more fast

Than feelings sunk remain,
Which, coldly fix'd, regard the past.
But never melt again.

Index.

ABELARD, 587.

A.

Abencerrage, 570, 889.
Aberdeen, town of, xii. 720 n.
Aberdeen (George Hamilton Gor-
don), fourth earl of, 56, 65, 85 n.
Abernethy, John, esq. surgeon, 722.
Abruzzi, the, 327.

Absalom and Achitophel, 646, 802.
Absence, results of, 638.

Absent friend, pleasure of defend-
ing, 777.

Abydos, Bride of, 210, 660 n.
Acarnania, 89, 91.

Achelous, river, xviii. 89, 91.
Acheron, lake, 89.
Acherusia, 89.

Achilles, 648; his person, 492;
Tomb of, 216, 656, 659.
Achitophel, 646.

Achmet III., 262 n.
Acroceraunian mountains, 135.
Acropolis of Athens, 83 n. 96, 727.
Actium, gulf of, xviii. Remains of
the town of, 88 n. Sea-fight of,
88, 681.

Ada, 111. See Byron, Augusta-
Ada.

Adams, John, a carrier, who died of
drunkenness, 'Epitaph on,' 845.
Addison, Joseph, 728 n. His con-
versation, 824. His 'Drummer,'
834. His account of a remark-
able dream, 651 n. His 'faint
praise,' 777.

Asietes, tomb of, 216 n.
Æsop, 571.
Ætna, 135.
Etolia, 89, 91.

Africa, and Africans, described, 653.
Agamemnon, 593,
Agatha, St., 155.
Age, 112, 372.

Age of Bronze; or, 'Carmen Se-
culare et Annus haud Mirabilis,'
567.

Age of Gold, 685.

Ages, changes produced by the lapse
of, 648.
Agesilaus, 583 n.

Agilulf, duke of Turin, 156.
Agis, King of Sparta, 385.
Aglietti, Dr., 126, 386 n.
Agostini, Leonard, 156.
Agrarian law, 721.
Agrippa, 164 n.

Ajax, 84. Sepulchre of, 656.
Alamanni, 387 n.
Alaric, 85, 188.

Alfonso III., 130, 304 n. His wife
Isabella, 241.

Algiers, 157, 607 n.
Alhambra, the, 889.

Ali Pacha of Yanina, account of,
89 n., 91, 92, 96, 823. Lord By-
His
ron's visit to, xviii. 91 n.
letter in Latin to Lord Byron, 91n.
His assassination, ib. His mur-
der of Giaffar, pacha of Argyro-
Castro, 218 n. The original of

Lambro, 640 n. 652n.
All is vanity, saith the Preacher,'

257.

Albrizzi, Guiseppe, 386 n.
Albuera, battle of, 77, 83.
Alcibiades, beauty of his person,

'Address, spoken at the opening of Albrizzi, Countess, 386 n. 891 n.
Drury Lane Theatre,' 862.
'Address, intended to be recited at
the Caledonian Meeting,' 871.
'Adieu, the; written under the im-
pression that the author would
soon die,' 842.

'Adieu, adieu! my native shore,' 71.
Admiration, 635, 671.
Adrian, 192; 'his address to his soul

when dying,' translation of, 5.
Adriatic, the, 128.

Adversity, 640, 739, 756.

877 n.

Alpinula, Julia, her death, and af-
fecting epitaph, 119.
Alpnacht, flying tree at, 396 n.
Alps, the, xii. 118, 135.
Alterkirchen, 118 n.
Alypius, 168.

Amber, susceptible of a perfume,
216 n.

Ambition, 115, 116, 138, 296,
492, 716.

Ambracian Gulf, 'Stanzas written in

passing the,' 853. Reflections on
the past and present state of, 88.
Ambrosian library at Milan, 153.
America, 137, 763 n., 895.
'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes,' 39.
Amulets, the belief in, universal in
the East, 216.
Anacreon, 644, 678. His 'Ow
λέγειν Ατρείδας translated, 6.
His ‘Μεσονυκτίεις ποθ' ὥραις
translated, 6. His morals worse
than those of Ovid, 598.
'Anastasius,' Mr. Hope's, 171 n.
Anastasius Macedon, 104.
Ancestry, 688.
Anchises, 132.
Ancona, 658.

And wilt thou weep when I am
low,' 849.

fair,' 860.

And thou wert sad!' 886.