March 27, 1815.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 611.]
FOOTNOTES:
[63] [It may be taken for granted that the "source" of this epigram was a paragraph in the Morning Chronicle of March 27, 1815: "In the Moniteur of Thursday we find the Emperor's own account of his jaunt from the Island of Elba to the palace of the Thuilleries. It seems certainly more like a jaunt of pleasure than the progress of an invader through a country to be gained.">[
ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816.
A year ago you swore, fond she!
"To love, to honour," and so forth:
Such was the vow you pledged to me,
And here's exactly what 't is worth.
[First published, Poetical Works, 1831, vi. 454.]
[TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON(?)[64]]
1.
And, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?
Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy!
'Twas ill report that urged my brain to madness,
'Twas thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy.
2.