With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in Italy. Edited by Anna Benneson McMahan (1907) (14778956261)

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Title: With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in Italy. Edited by Anna Benneson McMahan
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 McMahan, Anna (Benneson) 1846-
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Publisher: London T.F. Unwin
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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ob-house is right — you are all right, and I am all wrong jbut do, pray, let me have that pleasure. Cut me up rootand branch; quarter me in the Quarterly ; send round mydisjecti membra poetce, like those of the Levites Concu-bine ; make me, if you will, a spectacle to men and angels;but dont ask me to alter, for I cant: — I am obstinateand lazy — and there s the truth. But, nevertheless, I will answer your friend C(ohen),who objects to the quick succession of fun and gravity, asif in that case the gravity did not (in intention, at least)heighten the fun. His metaphor is, that weare neverscorched and drenched at the same time. Blessings onhis experience ! Ask him these questions about scorch-ing and drenching. Did he never play at Cricket, orwalk a mile in hot weather ? Did he never spill a dish oftea over himself in handing the cup to his charmer, to thegreat shame of his nankeen breeches ? Did he never swim 1 Concerning Don Juan. ( 136 ) T RAJANS Column in Forumof Trajan, Rome.
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He was moreThan a mere Alexander, and, unstaind With household blood and wine, serenely woreHis sovereign virtues — still n; Trajans name odor:. — Childe Harold, Canto IV, stanza Cxi, p. 90. THE YEARS 1817, 1818, 1819 in the sea at Noonday with the Sun in his eyes and on hishead, which all the foam of Ocean could not cool ? Didhe never draw his foot out of a tub of too hot water,damning his eyes and his valets ? . . . Was he everin a Turkish bath, that marble paradise of sherbet andSodomy ? Was he ever in a cauldron of boiling oil,like St. John ? or in the sulphureous waves of hell ?(where he ought to be for his scorching and drenchingat the same time ). Did he never tumble into a river orlake, fishing, and sit in his wet cloathes in the boat, or onthe bank, afterwards scorched and drenched, like a truesportsman ? Oh, for breath to utter ! — but make himmy compliments; he is a clever fellow for all that — a veryclever fellow. You ask me for the plan of Donny Johnny: I have nop