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Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron
Wedding day odes and epigrams
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JOURNAL

OF THE

CONVERSATIONS

OF

LORD BYRON:

NOTED DURING A RESIDENCE WITH HIS LORDSHIP

AT PISA,

IN THE YEARS 1821 AND 1822.


BY THOMAS MEDWIN, ESQ.

OF THE 24TH LIGHT DRAGOONS,

AUTHOR OF “AHASUERUS THE WANDERER.”


LONDON:
PRINTED FOR HENRY COLBURN, NEW BURLINGTON STREET.
1824.


“A fine day,” said I, as I entered; “a day worth living for.”

“An old wag of a world!” replied he, shaking me by the hand. You should have been here earlier. T—— has been here with a most portentous and obstetrical countenance, and it seems he has been bringing forth an ode—a birthday ode—not on Ada, but on a lady. An
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odious production it must have been! He threatened to inflict, as
Shelley calls it; but I fought off. As I told him, Stellas are out of date now: it is a bad compliment to remind women of their age.

“Talking of days, this is the most wretched day of my existence; and I say and do all sorts of foolish things* to drive away the memory of it, and make me forget.

“I will give you a specimen of some epigrams I am in
* “So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief, or gladness!—so it fling
Forgetfulness around me!”
Childe Harold, Canto III. Stanza 4.
“And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
’Tis that I may not weep;—and if I weep,
’Tis that our nature cannot always bring
Itself to apathy” &c.
Don Juan, Canto IV. Stanza 4.
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the habit of sending
Hobhouse, to whom I wrote on my first wedding-day, and continue to write still:
“This day of ours has surely done
Its worst for me and you!
’Tis now five years since we were one,
And four since we were two.
And
another on his sending me the congratulations of the season, which ended in some foolish way like this:
“You may wish me returns of the season:
Let us, prithee, have none of the day!”


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