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Among my researches for EASE I went where one's certain to find her: The first thing by her throne that one sees Is Gally i.o. the Grinder.
Gally i.o. i.o., etc.
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Away with old Homer the blind-- I'll show you a poet that's blinder: You may see him whene'er you've a mind In Gally i.o. the Grinder.
Gally i.o. i.o., etc.
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Blindfold he runs groping for fame, And hardly knows where he will find her: She don't seem to take to the name Of Gally i.o. the Grinder.
Gally i.o. i.o., etc.
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Yet the Critics have been very kind, And Mamma and his friends have been kinder; But the greatest of Glory's behind For Gally i.o. the Grinder.
Gally i.o. i.o., etc.
_April_ 11, 1818.
[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.]
EPIGRAM.
FROM THE FRENCH OF RULHIeRES.[108]
IF for silver, or for gold, You could melt ten thousand pimples Into half a dozen dimples, Then your face we might behold, Looking, doubtless, much more snugly, Yet even _then_ 'twould be d.a.m.ned ugly.
_August_ 12, 1819.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 235.]
FOOTNOTES:
[108] ["Would you like an epigram--a translation? It was written on some Frenchwoman, by Rulhieres, I believe."--Letter to Murray, August 12, 1819, _Letters_, 1900, iv. 346.
Claude Carloman de Rulhiere (1718-1791), historian, poet, and epigrammatist, was the author of _Anecdotes sur la revolution de Russie en l'annee_ 1762, _Histoire de l'anarchie de Pologne_ (1807), etc. His epigrams are included in "Poesies Diverses," which are appended to _Les jeux de Mains_, a poem in three cantos, published in 1808, and were collected in his _Oeuvres Posthumes_, 1819; but there is no trace of the original of Byron's translation. Perhaps it is _after_ de Rulhiere, who more than once epigrammatizes "Une Vieille Femme."]
EPILOGUE.[109]
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THERE'S something in a stupid a.s.s, And something in a heavy dunce; But never since I went to school I heard or saw so d.a.m.ned a fool As William Wordsworth is for once.
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And now I've seen so great a fool As William Wordsworth is for once; I really wish that Peter Bell And he who wrote it were in h.e.l.l, For writing nonsense for the nonce.
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It saw the "light in ninety-eight,"
Sweet babe of one and twenty years![110]
And then he gives it to the nation And deems himself of Shakespeare's peers!
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He gives the perfect work to light!
Will Wordsworth, if I might advise, Content you with the praise you get From Sir George Beaumont, Baronet, And with your place in the Excise!
1819.
[First published, _Philadelphia Record_, December 28, 1891.]
FOOTNOTES:
[109] [The MS. of the "Epilogue" is inscribed on the margin of a copy of Wordsworth's _Peter Bell_, inserted in a set of Byron's _Works_ presented by George W. Childs to the Drexel Inst.i.tute. (From information kindly supplied by Mr. John H. Bewley, of Buffalo, New York.)
The first edition of _Peter Bell_ appeared early in 1819, and a second edition followed in May, 1819. In Byron's Dedication of _Marino Faliero_, "To Baron Goethe," dated October 20, 1820 (_Poetical Works_, 1891, iv. 341), the same allusions to Sir George Beaumont, to Wordsworth's "place in the Excise," and to his admission that _Peter Bell_ had been withheld "for one and twenty years," occur in an omitted paragraph first published, _Letters_, 1891, v. 101. So close a correspondence of an unpublished fragment with a genuine doc.u.ment leaves little doubt as to the composition of the "Epilogue."]
[110] [The missing line may be, "To _permanently_ fill a station," see Preface to _Peter Bell_.]
ON MY WEDDING-DAY.
HERE'S a happy New Year! but with reason I beg you'll permit me to say-- Wish me _many_ returns of the _Season_, But as _few_ as you please of the _Day_.[111]
_January_ 2, 1820.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 294.]
FOOTNOTES:
[111] [Medwin (_Conversations_, 1824, p. 156) prints an alternative--
"You may wish me returns of the season, Let us, prithee, have none of the day!"]
EPITAPH FOR WILLIAM PITT.
WITH Death doomed to grapple, Beneath this cold slab, he Who lied in the Chapel Now lies in the Abbey.
_January_ 2, 1820.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 295.]
