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Yet did not much complain ;
Till I come back again.”.
Such tears become thine eye ;
Mine own would not be dry.(1)
Why dost thou look so pale ?
Or shiver at the gale?”
Will blanch a faithful cheek.
(1) Here follows in the original MS. :
My Mother is a high-born dame,
And much misliketh me;
On all my ancestry:
Whose tears perhaps will flow;
For three long years and moe." (2) [William Fletcher, the faithful valet ; — who, after a service of twenty years, (“during which," he says, “his Lord was more to him than a father,") received the Pilgrim's last words at Missolonghi, and did not quit his remains, until he had seen them deposited in the family vault at Hucknell. This unsophisticated " yeoman" was a constant source of pleasantry to his master:e.g. Fletcher,” he says, in a letter to his mother " is not
Along the bordering lake,
What answer shall she make ?"
Thy grief let none gainsay;
Will laugh to flee away.
Of wife or paramour?
We late saw streaming o’er.
Nor perils gathering near ;
No thing that claims a tear.
valiant: he requires comforts that I can dispense with, and sighs for beer, and beef, and tea, and his wife, and the devil knows what besides. We were one night lost in a thunder-storm, and since, nearly wrecked. In both cases he was sorely bewildered; from apprehensions of famine and banditti in the first, and drowning in the second instance. His eyes were a little hurt by the lightning, or crying, I don't know which. I did what I could to console him, but found him incorrigible. He sends six sighs to Sally. I shall settle him in a farm; for he has served me faithfully, and Sally is a good woman." After all his adventures by flood and field, short commons included, this humble Achates of the poet has now established himself as the keeper of an Italian warehouse, in Charles Street, Berkeley Square, where, if he does not thrive, every one who knows anything of his character will say he deserves to do so. - E]
Upon the wide, wide sea :
When none will sigh for me?
Till fed by stranger hands ;
He'd tear me where he stands. (1)
Athwart the foaming brine;
So not again to mine.
My native Land - Good Night!"(2)
(1) [Here follows in the original MS. :
“ Methinks it would my bosom glad,
To change my proud estate,
With one beloved playmate.
Without disgust or pain,
Or when the bowl I drain." - E.]
(2) [Originally, the “ little page" and the “ yeoman " were introduced in the following stanzas :
“ And of his train there was a henchman page,
A peasant boy, who served his master well;
On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone,
And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap, Creap. And steer 'twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
command, With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host, and earth from fellest foemen purge.
Then would he smile on him, and Alwin smiled,
The gloomy film from Harold's eye beguiled;
Him and one yeoman only did he take
Of which our vaunting voyagers oft have told,
What beauties doth Lisboa (1) first unfold !
Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord. (2)
and down, 'Mid many things unsightly to strange ee; For hut and palace show like filthily: The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree
Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt, Though shent with Egypt's plague, unkempt, un
wash'd ; unhurt.
(1) [" A friend advises Ulissipont ; but Lisboa is the Portuguese word, consequently the best. Ulissipont is pedantic; and as I had lugged in Hellus and Eros not long before, there would have been something like an affectation of Greek terms, which I wished to avoid. On the submission of Lusitania to the Moors, they changed the name of the capital, which till then had been Ulisipo, or Lispo; because, in the Arabic alphabet, the letter p is not used. Hence, I believe, Lisboa; whence, again, the French Lisbonne, and our Lisbon,- God knows which the earlier corruption! " Byron, MS.]
(2) [By comparing this and the thirteen following stanzas with the account of his progress which Lord Byron sent home to his mother, the reader will see that they are the exact echoes of the thoughts which oc. eurred to his mind as' he went over the spots described. - See the Notice of Lord Byron's Life, vol. i. p. 280. -E]