December 2, 1808. [First published, 1809.]
FILL THE GOBLET AGAIN.
Fill the goblet again! for I never before
Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;
Let us drink!—who would not?—since, through life's varied round,
In the goblet alone no deception is found.
- Without a wish to enter there.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 196.]
- [In a letter of Byron to J. J. Coulmann, dated within a few days of his final departure from Italy to Greece, in 1823, he writes: "Miss Chaworth was two years older than myself. She married a man of an ancient and respectable family, but her marriage was not a happier one than my own. Her conduct, however, was irreproachable; but there was not sympathy between their characters. I had not seen her for many years when an occasion offered to me, January, 1814. I was upon the point, with her consent, of paying her a visit, when my sister, who has always had more influence over me than any one else, persuaded me not to do it. "For," said she, "if you go you will fall in love again, and then there will be a scene; one step will lead to another, et cela fera un éclat."—Letters, 1901, vi. 233, 234.]
- Song.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 204.]