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The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. Poetry
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- Note (3).—The Annotated Copies of the Fourth Edition of 1811 310
- Appendix to Bibliography 314
- Contents of Bibliography 317
- Summary of Bibliography 319
- Index 349
- Index to First Lines 449
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
- 1. Mrs. Birdmere's House, Southwell2
- 2. Annesley Hall38
- 3. Diadem Hill (Annesley Park), where Lord Byron parted from Mary Chaworth304
- 4. The Prison Called Tasso's Cell, in the Hospital of Sant'Anna, at Ferrara348
JEUX D'ESPRIT AND
MINOR POEMS, 1798-1824.
EPIGRAM ON AN OLD LADY WHO HAD SOME CURIOUS NOTIONS RESPECTING THE SOUL.
As curst an old Lady as ever was seen;
And when she does die, which I hope will be soon,
She firmly believes she will go to the Moon!
1798.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 28.]
FOOTNOTES:
[1] "Swan Green" should be "Swine Green." It lay about a quarter of a mile to the east of St. James's Lane, where Byron lodged in 1799, at the house of a Mr. Gill. The name appears in a directory of 1799, but by 1815 it had been expunged or changed euphoniæ gratiâ. (See A New Plan of the Town of Nottingham, ... 1744.)
Moore took down "these rhymes" from the lips of Byron's nurse, May Gray, who regarded them as a first essay in the direction of poetry. He questioned their originality.
EPITAPH ON JOHN ADAMS, OF SOUTHWELL,
A CARRIER, WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS.
September, 1807.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 106.]
A VERSION OF OSSIAN'S ADDRESS
TO THE SUN.
FROM THE POEM "CARTHON."
Round as the orb of my forefather's shield,
Whence are thy beams? From what eternal store
Dost thou, O Sun! thy vast effulgence pour?
In awful grandeur, when thou movest on high,
The stars start back and hide them in the sky;
The pale Moon sickens in thy brightening blaze,
And in the western wave avoids thy gaze.
Alone thou shinest forth—for who can rise
Companion of thy splendour in the skies!
The mountain oaks are seen to fall away—