TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON.
41
ON NAPOLEON'S ESCAPE FROM ELBA.[1]
Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure,
Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure,
From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,
Making balls for the ladies, and bows to his foes.
March 27, 1815.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 611.]
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 611.]
ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816.
A year ago you swore, fond she!
"To love, to honour," and so forth:
Such was the vow you pledged to me,
And here's exactly what 't is worth.
[First published, Poetical Works, 1831, vi. 454.]
[TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON(?)[2]]
1.
And, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?
- ↑ [It may be taken for granted that the "source" of this epigram was a paragraph in the Morning Chronicle of March 27, 1815: "In the Moniteur of Thursday we find the Emperor's own account of his jaunt from the Island of Elba to the palace of the Thuilleries. It seems certainly more like a jaunt of pleasure than the progress of an invader through a country to be gained."]
- ↑ ["A short time before Lord Byron quitted England, in 1816, he addressed these lines to an individual by whom he deemed himself injured; they are but little known."—Nicnac, March 25, 1823.]
