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THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE.

A Βαρβιτος δε χορδαίς

'Ερωτα μουνου ήχει. ANACREON. Away with your fictions of flimsy romance ;

Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove! Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,

Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.

As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,
Hail'd a barbarian in her Cæsar's place,
So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate,
And seat Pomposus where your Probus sate.
Of narrow brain, yet of a narrower soul,
Pomposuso holds you in his harsh control ;
Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd,
With florid jargon, and with vain parade ;
With noisy nonsense, and new-fangled rules,
Such as were ne'er before enforced in schools.
Mistaking pedantry for learning's laws,
He governs, sanction'd but by self-applause,
With him the same dire fate attending Rome,
Ill-fated Ida! soon must stamp your doom:
Like her o'erthrown, forever lost to fame,
No trace of science left you, but the name.

July, 1805.

Ya rhymen, whose bosoms with fantasy glow,

Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;
From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow,

Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love !
Ii Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse,

Or the Nine be disposed from your service to rove, Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the muse,

And try the effect of the first kiss of love!

I hate you, ye cold compositions of art!
Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots re-

TO THE DUKE OF DORSET.
prove,

Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd,
I coort the effusions that spring from the heart, Exploring every path of Ida's glade ;
Which throbs with delight to the first kiss of love. Whom still affectiou taught me to defend,

And made me less a tyrant than a friend,
Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes, Though the harsh custom of our youthful band

Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move : Bade thee obey, and gave me to command ;o
Arcadia displays but a region of dreams :

Thee, on whose head a few short years will shower What are visions like these to the first kiss of love? | The gift of riches, and the pride of power ;

E'en now a name illustrious is thine own,
Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth,

Renowu'd in rank, not far beneath the throne.
From Adam till now, has with wretchedness strove ; Yet, Dorset, let not this seduce thy soul
Some portion of paradise still is on earth,

To shun fair science, or evade control,
And Eden revives in the first kiss of love.

Though passive tutors," fearful to dispraise

The titled child, whose future breath may raise, When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are View ducal errors with indulgent eyes, pass'd

And wink at faults they tremble to chastise. For years fleet away with the wings of the dove

When youthful parasites, who bend the knee The dearest remembrance will still be the last,

To wealth, their golden idol, not to thee,-
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn
Some slaves are found to flatter and to fawn,-

When these declare, " that pomp alone should wait
ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT On one by birth predestined to be great;
PUBLIC SCHOOL.

That books were only meant for drudging fools,

That gallant spirits scorn the common rules ;" Where are those honors, Ida! once your own, Believe them not ;—they point the path to shame, When Probus® fill'd your magisterial throne ? And seek to blast the honors of thy name.

Antonio, his slave, a native of Java, who had accompanied a frank avowal of the wrong he had been guilty of in giving Camous to Europe, after having rescued him from the vent to them.") *31€3, when shipwrecked at the mouth of the Mecon.

* In looking over my papers to select a few additional This faithful attendant was wont to seek alms throughout

poems for this second edition, I found the above lines, which Lisbon, and at night shared the produce of the day with his

I had totally forgotten, composed in the summer of 1805, a poor and broken-hearted master. But his friendship was

short time previous to my departure from Harrow. They Employed in vain. Camoëns sank beneath the pressure of

were addressed to a young schoolfellow of high rank, who proury and disease, and died in an almshouse early in the

had been my frequent companion in some rambles through Fear 1579.–STRANGFORD.)

the neighboring country : however, he never saw the lines, !! In March, 1805, Dr. Drury retired from his situation

and most probably never will. As, on a re-perusal, I found of head-mnaster at Harrow, and was succeeded by Dr.

them not worse than some other pieces in the collection, I Butler.)

have now published them, for the first time, after a slight

revision. :'" Dr. Drury, whom I plagued sufficiently, was the best, • (George-John-Frederick, fourth Duke of Dorset, born tbe wndest and yet strict, too) friend I ever had ; and í

November 15, 1793. This amiable nobleman was killed by look upon him still as a father."-Byron Dary.)

a fall from his horse, while hunting near Dublin, February

22, 1815, being on a visit at the time to his mother, the $(" At Harrow I was a most unpopular boy, but led lat. terly, and have retained many of my school friendships,

and

duchess-dowager, and her second husband, Charles Earl of

Whitworth, then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.] all my dislikes-except to Dr. Butler, whom I treated rebellions, and have been sorry ever since.”Byron Diary:

6 At every public school the junior boys are completely The reconciliation which took place between him and Dr.

subservient to the upper forms till they attain a seat in the Putler, before his departure for Greece, in 1809, is, says Mr.

higher classes. From this state of probation, very properly, Moore, * one of those instances of placability and pliable no rank is exempt; but after a certain period, they comDers with which his life abounded. Not content with this

mand in turn those who succeed. private atonement to the Doctor, it was his intention, had 7 Allow me to disclaim any personal allusions, even the be published another edition of the Hours of Idleness, to most distant : I merely mention generally what is too often substitute, for the offensive verses against that gentleman, the weakness of preceptors.

Turn to the few in Ida's early throng,
Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong;
Or if, amidst the comrades of thy youth,
None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth,
Ask thine own heart; 'twill bid thee, boy, forbear;
For well I know that virtue lingers there.

Yes! I have mark'd thoo many a passing day,
But now new scenes invite me far away ;
Yes! I have mark'd within that generous mind
A soul, if well matured, to bless mankind.
Ah! though myself, by nature haughty, wild,
Whom Indiscretion haild her favorite child;
Though every error stamps me for her own,
And dooms my fall, I sain would fall alone;
Though my proud heart no precept now can tame,
I love the virtues which I cannot claim.

"Tis not enough, with other sons of power, To gleam the lambent meteor of an hour; To swell some peerage page in feeble pride, With long-drawn names that grace no page beside ; Then share with titled crowds the common lotIn life just gazed at, in the grave forgot ; While naught divides thee from the vulgar dead, Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head, The inouldering 'scutcheon, or the herald's roll, That well-emblazon'd but neglected scroll, Where lords, unhonor'd, in the tomb may find One spot, to leave a worthless name behind. There sleep, unnoticed as the gloomy vaults That veil their dust, their follies, and their faults, A race, with old armorial lists o’erspread, In records destined never to be read. Fain would I view thee, with prophetic eyes, Exalted more among the good and wise, A glorious and a long career pursue, As first in rank, the first in talent too: Spurn every vice, each little meanness shun; Not Fortune's minion, but her noblest son.

Turn to the annals of a former day; Bright are the deeds thine earlier sires display. One, though a courtier, lived a man of worth, And call’d, proud boast! the British drama forth.” Another view, not less renown'd for wit; Alike for courts, and camps, or senates fit; Bold in the field, and favor'd by the Nine; In every splendid part ordain'd to shine ; Far, far distinguish'd from the glittering throng, The pride of princes, and the boast of song.” Such were thy fathers; thus preserve their name; Not heir to titles only, but to fame. The hour draws nigh, a few brief days will close To me, this little scene of joys and woes;

Each knell of Time now warns me to resign
Shades where Hope, Peace, and Friendship all wero

mine:
Hope, that could vary like the rainbow's hue,
And gild their pinions as the moments flew;
Peace, that reflection never frown'd away,
By dreams of ill to cloud some future day ;
Friendship, whose truth let childhood only tell;
Alas! they love not long, who love so well.
To these adieu! nor let me linger o'er
Scenes haild, as exiles hail their native shore,
Receding slowly through the dark-blue deep,
Beheld by eyes that mourn, yet cannot weep

Dorset, farewell! I will not ask one part
Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ;
The coming morrow from thy youthful mind
Will sweep my name, nor leave a trace behind.
And yet, perhaps, in some maturer year,
Since chance has thrown us in the self-same sphere,
Since the same senate, nay, the same debate,
May one day claim our suffrage for the state,
We hence may meet, and pass each other by,
With faint regard, or cold and distant eye.

For me, in future, neither friend nor foe, A stranger to thyself, thy weal or wo, With theo no more again I hope to trace The recollection of our early race ; No more, as once, in social hours rejoice, Or hear, unless in crowds, thy well-known voice: Still, if the wishes of a heart untaught To veil those feelings which perchance it onght, If these,but let me cease the lengthen'd strain,Oh ! if these wishes are not breathed in vain, The guardian seraph who directs thy fate Will leave thee glorious, as he found thee great.'

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train of thought which you have in your hands."- Byren Lat. ? [Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset, was born in 1637, and

ters, 1815.--The Verses referred to were those melanchory died in 1706. He was esteemed the most accomplished

ones, beginning.-" There's not a joy the world can give, I man of his day, and alike distinguished in the voluptuous

like those it takes away.'') court of Charles II. and the gloomy one of William III. He behaved with considerable gallantry in the sea-fight with

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Lord Byron's introduction to the family of Chaworth, are to have composed his celebrated song, To all you Ladies now

sufficiently explained in the “ Notices of his Life." " The at Land. character has been drawn in the highest col.

young lady herself combined.” says Mr. Moore, ** with the ors by Dryden, Pope, Prior, and Congreve.)

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Turn to the few in Ida's early throng,
Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong;
Or if, amidst the comrades of thy youth,
None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth,
Ask thine own heart ; 'twill bid thee, boy, forbear;
For well I know that virtue lingers there.

Yes! I have mark'd thee many a passing day,
But now new scenes invite me far away ;
Yes! I have mark'd within that generous mind
A soul, if well matured, to bless mankind.
Ah! though myself, by nature haughty, wild,
Whom Indiscretion hail'd her favorite child;
Though every error stamps me for her own,
And dooms my fall, I sain would fall alone;
Though my proud heart no precept now can tamo,
I love the virtues which I cannot claim.

"Tis not enough, with other sons of power, To gleam the lambent meteor of an hour; To swell some peerage page in feeble pride, With long-drawn names that grace no page beside ; Then share with titled crowds the common lotIn lifo just gazed at, in the grave forgot ; While naught divides thee from the vulgar dead, Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head, The mouldering 'scutcheon, or the herald's roll, That well-emblazon'd but neglected scroll, Where lords, unhonor'd, in the tomb may find One spot, to leave a worthless name behind. There sleep, unnoticed as the gloomy vaults That veil their dust, their follies, and their faults, A race, with old armorial lists o'erspread, In records destined never to be read. Fain would I view thee, with prophetic eyes, Exalted more among the good and wise, A glorious and a long career pursue, As first in rank, the first in talent too: Spurn every vice, each little meanness shun; Not Fortune's minion, but her noblest son.

Turn to the annals of a former day; Bright are the deeds thine earlier sires display. One, though a courtier, lived a man of worth, And call'd, proud boast! the British drama forth." Another view, not less renown'd for wit ; Alike for courts, and camps, or senates fit; Bold in the field, and favor’d by the Nine; In every splendid part ordain'd" to shine ; Far, far distinguish'd from the glittering throng, The pride of princes, and the boast of song.? Such were thy fathers; thus preserve their name; Not heir to titles only, but to fame. The hour draws nigh, a few brief days will close To me, this little scene of joys and woes ;

Each knell of Time now warns me to resign
Shades where Hope, Peace, and Friendship all were

mine:
Hope, that could vary like the rainbow's hue,
And gild their pinions as the moments flew;
Peace, that reflection never frown'd away,
By dreams of ill to cloud some future day;
Friendship, whoso truth let childhood only tell;
Alas! they love not long, who love so well.
To these adieu ! nor let me linger o'er
Scenes haild, as exiles hail their native shore,
Receding slowly through the dark-blue deep,
Beheld by eyes that mourn, yet cannot weep

Dorset, farewell! I will not ask one part
Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ;
The coming morrow from thy youthful mind
Will sweep my name, nor leave a trace behind.
And yet, perhaps, in some maturer year,
Since chance has thrown us in the self-same sphere,
Since the same senate, nay, the same debate,
May one day claim our suffrage for the state,
We hence may meet, and pass each other by,
With faint regard, or cold and distant eye.

For me, in future, neither friend nor foe, A stranger to thyself, thy weal or wo, With thee no more again I hope to trace The recollection of our early race; No more, as once, in social hours rejoice, Or hear, unless in crowds, thy well-known voice : Still, if the wishes of a heart untaught To veil those feelings which perchance it ought, If these,-but let me cease the lengthen'd strain,Oh ! if these wishes are not breathed in vain, The guardian seraph who directs thy fate Will leave thee glorious, as he found thee great.

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1 [** Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst, was born in 1527. shocked by the death of the Duke of Dorset. We were at While a student of the Inner Temple, he wrote

his tragedy school together, and there I was passionately attached to of Gorboduc, which was played before Queen Elizabeth at him. Since, we have never met, but once, I think, since Whitehall, in 1561. His tragedy, and his contribution of the 1805—and it would be a paltry affectation to pretend that I Induction and legend of the Duke of Buckingham to the had any feeling for him worth the name. But there was a

Mirror for Magistrates," compose the poetical history of time in my life when this event would have broken my heart, Sackville. The rest of it was political. In 1604, he was and all I can say for it now is that it is not worth breaking created Earl of Dorset by James I. He died suddenly at The recollection of what I once felt, and ought to have fel: the council table, in consequence of a dropsy on the brain." now, but could not, set me pondering, and finally into the CAMPBELL.)

train of thought which you have in your hands.” — Byron Lei? (Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset, was born in 1637, and

ters, 1815.-The Verses referred to were those melancholy died in 1706. He was esteemed the most accomplished

ones, beginning,~" There's not a joy the world can give man of his day, and alike distinguished in the voluptuous

like those it takes away.") court of Charles II, and the gloomy one of William Ill. He behaved with considerable gallantry in the sea-fight with

"[The circumstances which lent so peculiar an interest to the Dutch in 1665 ; on the day previous to which he is said

Lord Byron's introduction to the family of Chaworth, are to have composed his celebrated song, To all you Ladies nouo

sufficiently explained in the “ Notices of his Life." The at Land. Ilis character bee drawn in the highest col.

young lady herself combined." says Mr. Moore, “ with the ors by Dryden, Pope, Prior, and Congreve.)

inany worldly advantages that encircled her, much personal

beauty, and a disposition the most amiable and attaching. 3. “I have just been, or rather ought to be, very much Though already fully alive to her charms, it was at this penol

Who reads false quantities in Seale,

Or puzzles o'er the deep triangle ; Deprived of many a wholesome meal;

In barbarous Latino doom'd to wrangle:

Renouncing every pleasing page

From authors of historic use ; Preferring to the letter'd sage,

The square of the hypothenuse."

Still, harmless are these occupations,

That hurt none but the hapless student, Compared with other recreations,

Which bring together the imprudent;

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'Αργυρίαις λόγχαισι μάχου και πάντα Κρατήσεις. .
OH! could Le Sage's' demon's gift

Be realized at my desire,
This night my trembling form he'd lift

To place it on St. Mary's spire.
Then would, unroof'd, old Granta's halls

Pedantic inmates full display ;
Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls,

The price of venal votes to pay.
Then would I view each rival wight,

Petty and Palmerston survey;
Who canvass there with all their might,

Against the next elective day.
Lo! candidates and voters lies

All lullid in sleep, a goodly number: A race renown'd for piety,

Whase conscience won't disturb their slumber. Lord Hindeed, may not demur;

Fellows are sage reflecting men: They know preferment can occur

But very seldom,- now and then. They know the Chancellor has got

Some pretty livings in disposal : Each hopes that one may be his lot,

And therefore smiles on his proposal. Now from the soporific scene

I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later, To view, unheeded and unseen,

The studious sons of Alma Mater.

Whose daring revels shock the sight,

When vice and insamy combine, When drunkenness and dice invite,

As every sense is steep'd in wine.

Not so the methodistic crew,

Who plans of reformation lay: In humble attitude they sue,

And for the sins of others pray:

Forgetting that their pride of spirit,

Their exultation in their trial, Detracts most largely from the merit

Of all their boasted self-denial.

'Tis morn :- from these I turn my sight.

What scene is this which meets the eye? A numerous crowd, array'd in white,

Across the green in numbers fly.

Loud rings in air the chapel bell ;

"Tis hush'd:-what sounds are these I hear? The organ's soft celestial swell

Rolls deeply on the list'ning ear.

There, in apartments small and damp

The candidate for college prizes Sits poring by the midnight lamp;

Goes late to bed, yet early rises. He surely well deserves to gain them,

With all the honors of his college, Who, striving hardly to obtain them,

Thus seeks unprofitable knowledge : Who sacrifices hours of rest

To scan precisely metres attic; Or agitates his anxious breast

In solving problems mathematic:

To this is join’d the sacred song,

The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain ; Though he who hears the music long

Will never wish to hear again.

Our choir would scarcely be excused,

Even as a band of raw beginners; All mercy now must be refused

To such a set of croaking sinners.

(1801] that the young poet seems to have drunk deepest of that fascination whose effects were to be so lasting ; six short seeks which he passed in her company being sufficient to lay the foundation of a feeling for all life. With the summer bondays ended this dream of his youth. He saw Miss ChaWorth once more in the succeeding year, and took his last farewell of her on that hill near Annesley, which, in his poem of The Dreain,' he describes so happily as 'crowned with a peculiar dindem.'” In August. 1805, she was married to John Musters. Esq.; and died at Wiverton Hall, in Feb. mary, 1832, in consequence, it is believed, of the alarm and danger to which she had been exposed during the sack of Colwick Hall by a party of rioters from Nottingham. The unfortunate lady had been in a feeble state of health for sereral years, and she and her daughter were obliged to take shelter from the violence of the mob in a shrubbery, where, partly from cold, partly from terror. her constitution sustained a shock which it wanted vigor to resist.]

The Diable Boiteux of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the demon, places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for inspection. ' (On the death of Mr. Pitt, in January, 1806, Lord Henry

Petty and Lord Palmerston were candidates to represent the University of Cambridge in parliament.)

3 (In the private volume, the fourth and fifth stanzas ran thus:

“One on his power and place depends,

The other on--the Lord knows what!
Each to some eloquence pretends,

Though neither will convince by that.
" The first, indeed, may not demur;

Fellows are sage reflecting men," &c.] + [ Edward-Harvey IIawke, third Lord Hawke. His lordship died in 1824.]

. Seale's publication on Greek Metres displays considerable talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is not remarkable for accuracy.

6 The Laun of the schools is of the canine species, and not very intelligible.

7 The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hy. pothenuse is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right-angled triangle.

8 On a saint's day, the students wear surplices in chapel.

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