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"This stanza is not in the original MS. It was written Seastead, in August, 1811, shortly after the battle of Auera.]
"At Seville, we lodged in the house of two Spanish unmareladies, women of character, the eldest a fine woman, The youngest pretty. The freedom of manner, which is Feneral here, astonished me not a little; and, in the course of further observation, I find that reserve is not the characteristic of Spanish belles. The eldest honored your unworthy son with very particular attention, embracing him wch great tenderness at parting, (I was there but three days, after cutting off a lock of his hair, and presenting him with one of her own, about three feet in length, which I
send, and beg you will retain till my return. Her last words were, Adios, tu hermoso! me gusto mucho.' Adieu, you pretty fellow! you please me much.'"-Lord B. to his Mother, Aug. 1809.]
[A kind of fiddle, with only two strings, played on by a bow, said to have been brought by the Moors into Spain.] 6" Viva el Rey Fernando!" Long live King Ferdinand! is the chorus of most of the Spanish patriotic songs. They are chiefly in dispraise of the old king Charles, the Queen, and the Prince of Peace. I have heard many of them: some of the airs are beautiful. Don Manuel Godoy, the Principe de la Paz, of an ancient but decayed family, was born at Badajoz, on the frontiers of Portugal, and was originally in the ranks of the Spanish guards; till his person attracted the queen's eyes, and raised him to the dukedom of Alcudia, &c. &c. It is to this man that the Spaniards universally impute the rum of their country.
On yon long, level plain, at distance crown'd
And whomsoe'er along the path you meet
Sharp is the knife, and sudden is the stroke;
At every turn Morena's dusky height
Portend the deeds to come:--but he whose nod
Soon will his legions sweep through these their way;
1 The red cockade, with "Fernando VII.," in the centre. 2 All who have seen a battery will recollect the pyramidal form in which shot and shells are piled. The Sierra Morena was fortified in every defile through which I passed in my way to Seville.
Such were the exploits of the Maid of Saragoza, who by her valor elevated herself to the highest rank of heroines. When the author was at Seville, she walked daily on the Prado, decorated with medals and orders, by command of the Junta.-[The exploits of Augustina, the famous heroine of both the sieges of Saragoza, are recorded at length in Southey's History of the Peninsular War. At the time when she first attracted notice, by mounting a battery where her lover had fallen, and working a gun in his room, she was in her twenty-second year, exceedingly pretty, and in a soft
Is it for this the Spanish maid, aroused,
Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale,
Her lover sinks she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons,
And must they fall? the young, the proud, the brave,
The seal Love's dimpling finger hath impress'd
And doth the Power that man adores ordain
The Veteran's skill, Youth's fire, and Manhood's heart How poor their forms appear! how languid, wan, and
Remoter females, famed for sickening prate;
feminine style of beauty. She has further had the honor to be painted by Wilkie, and alluded to in Wordsworth's Dissertation on the Convention (misnamed) of Cintra; where a noble passage concludes in these words:-" Saragoza has exemplified a melancholy, yea, a dismal truth,-yet consolatory and full of joy,-that when a people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played; the chambers where the family of each man has slept; upon or under the roofs by which they have been sheltered; in the gardens of their recreation; in the street, or in the market-place; before the altars of their temples, and among their congregated dwellings, blazing or uprooted."]
4 Sigilla in mento impressa Amoris digitulo
Vestigio demonstrant mollitudinem." AUL. GEL
1 This stanza was written in Turkey.
Beauties that need not fear a broken vow."-MS.] * Long black hair, dark languishing eyes, clear olive completions, and forms more graceful in motion than can be eceived by an Englishman, used to the drowsy, listless air cf us countrywomen, added to the most becoming dress, and at the same time, the most decent in the world, render a Spanish beauty irresistible."-B. to his Mother, Aug. 1809.] "These stanzas were written in Castri, (Delphos,) at the foot of Parnassus, now called Atakupa, (Liakura,) Dec. 1809. [Upon Parnassus, going to the fountain of Delphi, (Castri.) in 1809, I saw a flight of twelve eagles, (Hobhouse says they were vultures-at least in conversation,) and I seized the omen. On the day before, I composed the lines Parnassus, (in Childe Harold,) and on beholding the hs, had a hope that Apollo had accepted my homage. I have at least had the name and fame of a poet, during the poetical period of life, (from twenty to thirty ;)-whether it Wast is another matter: but I have been a votary of the testy and the place, and am grateful for what he has done my behalf, leaving the future in his hands, as I left the pas."-B. Diary, 1821.]
Casting the eye over the site of ancient Delphi, one cannot possibly imagine what has become of the walls of Kepunerous buildings which are mentioned in the history of its former magnificence,-buildings which covered two m'es of ground. With the exception of the few terraces et supporting walls, nothing now appears. The various
robberies by Sylla, Nero, and Constantine, are inconsiderable; for the removal of the statues of bronze, and marble, and ivory, could not greatly affect the general appearance of the city. The acclivity of the hill, and the foundations being placed on rock, without cement, would no doubt render them comparatively easy to be removed or hurled down into the vale below; but the vale exhibits no appearance of accumulation of hewn stones; and the modern village could have consumed but few. In the course of so many centuries, the débris from the mountain must have covered up a great deal, and even the rubbish itself may have ac quired a soil sufficient to conceal many noble remains from the light of day. Yet we see no swellings or risings in the ground, indicating the graves of the temples. All therefore is mystery, and the Greeks may truly say, Where stood the walls of our fathers? scarce the mossy tombs remain!" -H. W Williams's Travels in Greece, vol. i. p. 254.]
["And walks with glassy steps o'er Aganippe's wave." -MS.]
B [ Some glorious thought to my petition grant."-MS.] Seville was the Hispalis of the Romans.
10 [The lurking lures of thy enchanting gaze.”—MS.] 11 ["Cadiz, sweet Cadiz !-it is the first spot in the creation. The beauty of its streets and mansions is only excelled by the liveliness of its inhabitants. It is a complete Cythera, full of the finest women in Spain; the Cadiz belles being the Lancashire witches of their land."- Lord B. to his Mother, 1809.]
From morn till night, from night till startled Morn
The lists are oped, the spacious area clear'd,
Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound;
And love and prayer unite, or rule the hour by turns.' As moon-struck bards complain, by Love's sad archery.
The Sabbath comes, a day of blessed rest;
Hark! heard you not the forest-monarch's roar?
The seventh day this; the jubilee of man.
Some o'er thy Thamis row the ribbon'd fair,
Some Richmond-hill ascend, some scud to Ware,
In whose dread name both men and maids are sworn,
All have their fooleries-not alike are thine,
"[ -"monkish temples share The hours misspent, and all in turns is love and prayer."MS.J 2["And droughty then alights, and roars for Roman purl."-MS.]
3 This was written at Thebes, and consequently in the best situation for asking and answering such a question; not as the birthplace of Pindar, but as the capital of Baotia, where the first riddle was propounded and solved.
[Lord Byron alludes to a ridiculous custom which formerly prevailed at the public-houses in Highgate, of administering a burlesque oath to all travellers of the middling rank who stopped there. The party was sworn on a pair of horns, fastened, "never to kiss the maid when he could the mistress; never to eat brown bread when he could get white; never to drink small beer when he could get strong," with many other injunctions of the like kind,to all which was added the saving clause,-" unless you like it best."]
[The croupe is a particular leap taught in the manège."-MS.]
["In thus mixing up the light with the solemn, it was the intention of the poet to imitate Ariosto. But it is far easier to rise, with grace, from the level of a strain generally familiar, into an occasional short burst of pathos or splendor, than to interrupt thus a prolonged tone of solemnity by any descent into the ludicrous or burlesque. In the former case, the transition may have the effect of softening | or elevating; while, in the latter, it almost invariably shocks ;-for the same reason, perhaps, that a trait of pathos or high feeling, in comedy, has a peculiar charm; while the intrusion of comic scenes into tragedy, however sanetioned among us by habit and authority, rarely fails to of fend. The poet was himself convinced of the failure of the experiment, and in none of the succeeding cantos of Childe Harold repeated it."-MOORE.]
Oh! many a time, and oft, had Harold loved,
And all whereat the generous soul revolts,
Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind,
E'er deign'd to bend her chastely-awful eyes:
And Vice, that digs her own voluptuous tomb,
Still he beheld, nor mingled with the throng;
To charms as fair as those that sooth'd his happier day.
[The reader will do well to compare Lord Byron's animated picture of the popular "sport" of the Spanish nation, with the very circumstantial details contained in the charm142 "Letters of Don Leucadio Doblado," (i. e. the Rev. Blanco White,) published in 1822. So inveterate was, at In the one time, the rage of the people for this amusement, that even boys mimicked its features in their play. saughter-house itself the professional bull-fighter gave pubile lessons; and such was the force of depraved custom, that ladies of the highest rank were not ashamed to appear anudst the filth and horror of the shambles. The Spaniards I received this sport from the Moors, among whom it was celebrated with great pomp and splendor.-See various Notes to Mr. Lockhart's Collection of Ancient Spanish Ballads. 1822.]
NAY, smile not at my sullen brow;
And dost thou ask, what secret wo
I bear, corroding joy and youth?
A pang, e'en thou must fail to sooth?
It is not love, it is not hate,
Nor low Ambition's honors lost,
It is that weariness which springs
From all I meet, or hear, or see:
Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me.