1814 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Lord Byron

Anonymous, "Verses addressed to Lord Byron" Morning Post (16 February 1814).



Lord BYRON, Lord BYRON!
Your heart's made of iron,
As hard and unfeeling as cold.
Half human, half bird,
From VIRGIL we've heard,
Were form'd the fam'd harpies of old.

Like those monsters you chatter,
Friends and foes you bespatter,
And dirty, like them, whilst you eat:
The HOLLANDS, your muse
Does most grossly abuse,
Tho' you feed on their wine and their meat.

Your friend little MOORE,
You have dirtied before,
But you know that in safety you write:
You've declared in your lines,
That revenge he declines,
For the poor little man will not fight.

At CARLISLE you sneer,
That worthy old Peer,
Though united by every tie;
But you act as you preach,
And do what you teach,
And your GOD and your duty defy.

As long as your aim
Was alone to defame,
The nearest relation you own;
At your malice he smil'd,
But he wont see defil'd,
By your harpy bespatt'rings the Throne.