The select works of Lord Byron; Hours of idleness, English bards and Scotch reviewers, Cain 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. 1838 Excerpt: ...imperial nonsense. Besides, I do not step aside to vituperate the earl; no--his works come fairly in review with those of other patrician literati. If, before I escaped from my teens, I said any thing in favour of his lordship's paper books, it was in the way of dutiful dedication, and more from the advice of others than my own judgment, and I seize the first opportunity of pronouncing my sincere recantation. I have heard that some persons conceive me to be under obligations to Lord Carlisle: if so, I shall be most particularly happy to learn what they are, and when conferred, that they may be duly appreciated, and publicly acknowledged. 'What I have humbly advanced as an opinion on his printed things, I am prepared to support, if necessary, by quotations from elegies, eulogies, odes, episodes, and certain facetious and dainty tragedies bearing his name and mark: "What can ennoble knaves, or fools, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards!" So says Pope. Amen! Say'! will not Caledonia's annals yield The glorious record of some nobler field, Than the wild foray of a plundering clan, Whose proudest deeds disgrace the name of man: Or Marmion's acts of darkness, fitter (bod For outlaw'd Sherwood's tales of Robin Hood? Scotland! still proudly claim thy native Bard, And be thy praise his first and best reward? Yet not with thee alone his name should live, But own the vast renown a world can give, Be known, perchance, when Albion is no more, And tell the tale of what she was before; To future times her faded fame recall, And save her glory, though his country full. Yet what avails the sanguine poet's hope To conquer ages, and with time to cope? New eras spread their wings, new nations rise, And other victors fill th' applauding skies; A few...