The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/The First Kiss of Love
THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE.
Ἁ βάρβιτος δὲ χορδαῖς
Anacreon [Ode 1].
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow,
If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse,
I hate you, ye cold compositions of art,
Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes,
Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth,
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—
December 23, 1806.
- [The motto was prefixed in Hours of Idleness.]
- Moriah those air dreams and types has o'er wove.—[MS. Newstead.]
Those tissues of fancy Moriah has wove.—[P. on V. Occasions.]
^ 1. Moriah is the "Goddess of Folly."
- Ye rhymers, who sing as if seated on snow.—[P. on V. Occasions.]
- With what blest inspiration.—[MS. P. on V. Occasions.]
- Which glows with delight at.—[MS.]
- Your shepherds, your pipes.—[MS. P. on V. Occasions.]
- Arcadia yields but a legion of dreams.—[MS.]
- —— that man from his birth.—[MS. P. on V. Occasions.]