Condemned to drudge, the meanest of the mean,
And furbish falsehoods for a magazine,
Devotes to scandal his congenial mind;
Himself a living libel on mankind.980
On her green banks a greener wreath she wove,
Oh! dark asylum of a Vandal race!
At once the boast of learning, and disgrace!
So lost to Phœbus, that nor Hodgson's verse
Can make thee better, nor poor Hewson's worse.
But where fair Isis rolls her purer wave,
The partial Muse delighted loves to lave;
- "Into Cambridgeshire the Emperor Probus transported a considerable body of Vandals."—Gibbon's Decline and Fall, ii. 83. There is no reason to doubt the truth of this assertion; the breed is still in high perfection.
We see no reason to doubt the truth of this statement, as a large stock of the same breed are to be found there at this day.—British Bards.
[Lines 981-984 do not occur in the MS. Lines 981, 982, are inserted in MS. in British Bards.]
- This gentleman's name requires no praise: the man who [has surpassed Dryden and Gifford as a Translator.—MS. British Bards.] in translation displays unquestionable genius may be well expected to excel in original composition, of which, it is to be hoped, we shall soon see a splendid specimen. [Francis Hodgson (1781-1852) was Byron's life-long friend. His Juvenal appeared in 1807; Lady Jane Grey and other Poems, in 1809; Sir Edgar, a Tale, in 1810. For other works and details, see Life of the Rev. Francis Hodgson, by the Rev. James T. Hodgson (1878).]
- Hewson Clarke, Esq., as it is written.
So sunk in dullness and so lost in shame
That Smythe and Hodgson scarce redeem thy fame.—
[MS. Addition to British Bards. First to Fourth Editions.]
- —— is wove.—[MS. British Bards and First to Fourth Editions.]