Lord Byron's select works; consisting of Cain Hours of idleness English bards and Scotch reviewers with occasional pieces and life of the author

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1841 Excerpt: ...how to feign, And check each impulse with prudential rein; When all we feel, our honest souls diselose--In love to friends, in open hate to foes; No vanish'd tales the lips of youth repeat, No dear-hought knowledge purchased hy deceit. Hypoerisy, the gift of lengmen'd 5 ears, Matured hy age, the garh of prudence wears. When now the hoy is ripen'd into man, His careful sire chalks forth some wary plan; Instructs his son from candour's path to.shrink, Smoothly to speak, and cautiously to think; Still to assent, and never to deny--A patron's praise can well reward the lie: And who, when Fortune's warning voice is heard Would lose his opening prospects lor a word? Although against that word his heart rehel. And truth indignant all hb hosom swell. Awav with themes like this! not mine the task From flattering fiends to tear the hateful mask; Let keener hards delight in satire's sting; My fancy soars not on Detraction's wing: Once, and hut once, she aim'd a deadly hlow, To hurl defiance on a secret foe; But when that foe, from feeling or from shame, The cause unknown, yet still to me the same, Warn'd hy some friendly hint, perchance, retired, With this suhmission all her rage expired. From dreaded pangs that feehle foe to save, She hush'd her young resentment, and forgave l Or, if my muse a pedant's portrait drew, Pomposus' virtues are hut known to few: 1 never fear'd the young usurper's nod, And he who wields must sometimes feel the rod. If since on Granta's failings, known to all Who share the converse ot a college hall, She sometimes trifled in a lighter strain, 'Tis past, and thus she will not sin again. Soon must her early song for ever cease, And all may rail wnen I shall rest in peace. Here first rememher'd he the joyous hand. Who hailSd me chief, ohedient ...