[Footnote 1: The MS. of these verses is at Newstead. Long was with Byron at Harrow, and was the only one of his intimate friends who went up at the same time as he did to Cambridge, where both were noted for feats of swimming and diving. Long entered the Guards, and served in the expedition to Copenhagen. He was drowned early in 1809, when on his way to join the army in the Peninsula; the transport in which he sailed being run down in the night by another of the convoy. "Long's father," says Byron, "wrote to me to write his son's epitaph. I promised--but I had not the heart to complete it. He was such a good, amiable being as rarely remains long in this world; with talent and accomplishments, too, to make him the more regretted."--'Diary', 1821; 'Life', p. 32. See also memorandum ('Life', p. 31, col. ii.).] [Footnote i: 'To E. N. L. Esq.' ['Hours of Idleness. Poems O. and T.'] ] [Footnote ii: 'Dear L----.' ['Hours of Idleness. Poems O. and T.'] ] [Footnote iii: 'Some daring envious.' ['MS. Newstead.'] ] [Footnote iv: 'its young romantic flow.' ['MS. Newstead.'] ] [Footnote v: 'O'er which my fancy'--. ['MS. Newstead.'] ] [Footnote vi: 'Still may my breast to boyhood cleave, With every early passion heave; Still may I rove untutored, wild, But never cease to seem a child.'-- ['MS. Newstead.'] ] [Footnote vii: 'Since we have met, I learnt to mourn.' ['MS. Newstead.'] ] [Footnote viii: 'And caves their sullen war'--. ['MS. Newstead.'] ] [Footnote ix: '--thank Heaven are flown'. ['MS. Newstead'.]] [Footnote x: 'In truth dear L----'. ['Hours of Idleness. Poems O. and T.] ] [Footnote xi: 'The glances really don't become her'. ['MS. Newstead'.]] [Footnote xii: 'No more I linger on its name'. ['MS. Newstead'.]] [Footnote xiii: 'And passion's self is but a name'. ['MS. Newstead'.]] [Footnote xiv: 'And what's much worse than this I find Have left their deepen'd tracks behind Yet as yon'------. ['MS. Newstead'.]] TO A LADY. [i] 1. Oh! had my Fate been join'd with thine, [1] As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, been mine, For, then, my peace had not been broken. 2. To thee, these early faults I owe, To thee, the wise and old reproving: They know my sins, but do not know 'Twas thine to break the bonds of loving. 3. For once my soul, like thine, was pure, And all its rising fires could smother; But, now, thy vows no more endure, Bestow'd by thee upon another. [1] 4. Perhaps, his peace I could destroy, And spoil the blisses that await him; Yet let my Rival smile in joy, For thy dear sake, I cannot hate him. 5. Ah! since thy angel form is gone, My heart no more can rest with any; But what it sought in thee alone, Attempts, alas! to find in many. 6.