The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 6Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 6
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
English poetry
Then there were Frenchmen, gallant, young, and gay;
But I'm too great a patriot to record
Their Gallic names upon a glorious day;
I'd rather tell ten lies than say a word
Of truth;--such truths are treason; they betray
Their country; and as traitors are abhorred,
Who name the French in English, save to show
How Peace should make John Bull the Frenchman's foe.
XXIII.
The Russians, having built two batteries on
An isle near Ismail, had two ends in view;
The first was to bombard it, and knock down
The public buildings and the private too,
No matter what poor souls might be undone:[hl]
The city's shape suggested this, 't is true,
Formed like an amphitheatre--each dwelling
Presented a fine mark to throw a shell in.[383]
XXIV.
The second object was to profit by
The moment of the general consternation,
To attack the Turk's flotilla, which lay nigh
Extremely tranquil, anchored at its station:
But a third motive was as probably
To frighten them into capitulation;[384]
A phantasy which sometimes seizes warriors,
Unless they are game as bull-dogs and fox-terriers.[hm]
XXV.
A habit rather blameable, which is
That of despising those we combat with,
Common in many cases, was in this
The cause[385] of killing Tchitchitzkoff and Smith--
One of the valorous "Smiths" whom we shall miss
Out of those nineteen who late rhymed to "pith;"
But 't is a name so spread o'er "Sir" and "Madam,"
That one would think the _first_ who bore it _"Adam."_
XXVI.
The Russian batteries were incomplete,
Because they were constructed in a hurry;[386]
Thus the same cause which makes a verse want feet,
And throws a cloud o'er Longman and John Murray,
When the sale of new books is not so fleet
As they who print them think is necessary,
May likewise put off for a time what story
Sometimes calls "Murder," and at others "Glory."
XXVII.
Whether it was their engineer's stupidity,
Their haste or waste, I neither know nor care,
Or some contractor's personal cupidity,
Saving his soul by cheating in the ware
Of homicide, but there was no solidity
In the new batteries erected there;
They either missed, or they were never missed,
And added greatly to the missing list.
XXVIII.
A sad miscalculation about distance
Made all their naval matters incorrect;
Three fireships lost their amiable existence
Before they reached a spot to take effect;
The match was lit too soon, and no assistance
Could remedy this lubberly defect;
They blew up in the middle of the river,
While, though 't was dawn, the Turks slept fast as ever.[387]
XXIX.
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