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Lord Byron to John Murray, 25 April 1814

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“April 25th, 1814.

“Let Mr. Gifford have the letter and return it at his leisure. I would have offered it, had I thought that he liked things of the kind.

“Do you want the last page immediately? I have doubts about the lines being worth printing; at any rate, must see them again and alter some passages, before they go forth in any shape into the ocean of circulation;—a very conceited phrase, by the by: well then—channel of publication will do.

“‘I am not i’ the vein,’ or I could knock off a stanza or three for
546 NOTICES OF THE A. D. 1814.
Ode, that might answer the purpose better*. At all events, I must see the lines again first, as there be two I have altered in my mind’s manuscript already. Has any one seen and judged of them? that is the

* Mr. Murray had requested of him to make some additions to the Ode, so as to save the Stamp Duty imposed upon publications not exceeding a single sheet, and the lines he sent him for this purpose were, I believe, those beginning “We do not curse thee, Waterloo.” To the Ode itself, he afterwards added, in successive editions, five or six stanzas, the original number being but eleven. There were also three more stanzas which he never printed, but which, for the just tribute they contain to Washington, are worthy of being preserved.

“There was a day—there was an hour,
While earth was Gaul’s—Gaul thine—
When that immeasurable power
Unsated to resign
Had been an act of purer fame
Than gathers round Marengo’s name
And gilded thy decline,
Through the long twilight of all time,
Despite some passing clouds of crime.
“But thou forsooth must be a king
And don the purple vest,
As if that foolish robe could wring
Remembrance from thy breast.
Where is that faded garment? where
The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear,
The star—the string—the crest?
Vain froward child of empire! say
Are all thy playthings snatch’d away?
“Where may the wearied eye repose
When gazing on the great;
Where neither guilty glory glows,
Nor despicable state?
Yes—one—the first—the last—the best—
The Cincinnatus of the West,
Whom envy dared not hate,
Bequeath’d the name of Washington,
To make man blush there was but One!”

A. D. 1814. LIFE OF LORD BYRON. 547
criterion by which I will abide—only give me a fair report, and ‘nothing extenuate,’ as I will in that case do something else.

“Ever, &c.

“I want Moreri, and an Athenæus.”