'AND THOU ART DEAD, AS YOUNG AND FAIR' 167 20 Yet did I love thee to the last The love where Death has set his seal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me. The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine: The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have pass'd away, I might have watch'd through long decay. The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd I know not if I could have borne Extinguish'd, not decay'd; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high. As once I wept, if I could weep, My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again. 31 40 50 60 Oh, pardon that in crowds awhile I waste one thought I owe to thee, And, self-condemn'd, appear to smile, Unfaithful to thy Memory! Nor deem that memory less dear, That then I seem not to repine; I would not fools should overhear One sigh that should be wholly thine. If not the goblet pass unquaff'd, It is not drain'd to banish care; From all her troubled visions free, 10 20 ADDRESS AT THE OPENING OF DRURY-LANE THEATRE 169 [Drury-Lane Theatre had burned down February 24, 1809, and Byron had himself viewed the fire from a house-top in Covent Garden.' The managers advertised a general competition of addresses for the opening of the restored edifice, and scores of poems, all intolerably poor, were submitted. Lord Holland, in despair, finally appealed to Byron for an address, and the following verses of his were spoken by Mr. Elliston. The Rejected Addresses has made the occasion ever memorable.] In one dread night our city saw, and sigh'd, Bow'd to the dust the Drama's tower of pride; Scenes not unworthy Drury's days of old! Britons our judges, Nature for our guide, Still may we please — long, long may you preside! PARENTHETICAL ADDRESS BY DR. PLAGIARY [Among the rejected addresses was one by Dr. Busby which his son attempted to recite on the stage by force on October 14. He was taken into custody for his pains, but on the next night Dr. Busby obtained a hearing for his son. Byron in the satire below ridicules the ineffective delivery of the young man whose voice was quite 'inarticulate.' He introduces the verses with these words :] Half stolen, with acknowledgments, to be spoken in an inarticulate voice by Master B. at the opening of the next new theatre. Stolen parts marked with the inverted commas of quotation thus - Flame! fire! and flame!!' (words borrow'd from Lucretius), 'Dread metaphors, which open wounds' like issues! And sleeping pangs awake -and but away (Confound me if I know what next to say). Lo, Hope reviving re-expands her wings,' And Master G- recites what Doctor These, if we win the Graces, too, we gain Disgraces, too! inseparable train!' 'Three who have stolen their witching airs from Cupid' (You all know what I mean, unless you're stupid): 'Harmonious throng' that I have kept in petto, Now to produce in a 'divine sestetto!!' 'While Poesy,' with these delightful doxies, 'Sustains her part' in all the 'upper' boxes! 'Thus lifted gloriously, you'll sweep along,' Borne in the vast balloon of Busby's song; 'Shine in your farce, masque, scenery, and play' (For this last line George had a holiday). 'Old Drury never, never soar'd so high,' says the manager, and so say I. So 41 'But hold, you say, this self-complacent VERSES FOUND IN A SUMMERHOUSE AT HALES-OWEN WHEN Dryden's fool, 'unknowing what he sought,' His hours in whistling spent, 'for want of thought,' This guiltless oaf his vacancy of sense powers, In Cymon's manner waste their leisure hours, The offended guests would not, with blushing, see These fair green walks disgraced by infamy. Severe the fate of modern fools, alas! When vice and folly mark them as they pass. Like noxious reptiles o'er the whiten❜d wall, The filth they leave still points out where they crawl. [First published, 1832.] 'REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER!' [Lady Caroline Lamb called one morning at her quondam lover's apartments. His lordship was from home; but finding Vathek on the table, the lady wrote in the first page of the volume the words, "Remember me!” Byron immediately wrote under the ominous warning these two stanzas.'-MEDWIN, Conversations of Lord Byron, 1824, pp. 329, 330.] REMEMBER thee! remember thee ! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and Shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream! Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not. TO TIME TIME! on whose arbitrary wing Hail thou! who on my birth bestow'd For now I bear the weight alone. |