November 5, 1820.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 377.]
FOOTNOTES:
[116] [The lines were sent in a letter to Moore (November 5, 1820) by way of Autoepitaphium, "if 'honour should come unlooked for' to any of your acquaintance;" i.e. if Byron should fall in the cause of Italian revolution, and Moore should not think him worthy of commemoration, here was a threnody "ready at hand.">[
TO PENELOPE.[117]
January 2, 1821.
This day, of all our days, has done
The worst for me and you:—
'T is just six years since we were one,
And five since we were two.
November 5, 1820.
[First published, Medwin's Conversations, 1824, p. 106.]
FOOTNOTES:
[117] ["For the anniversary of January 2, 1821, I have a small grateful anticipation, which, in case of accident, I add."—Letter to Moore, November 5, 1820, Letters, 1891, v. 112.]
THE CHARITY BALL.[118]
What matter the pangs of a husband and father,
If his sorrows in exile be great or be small,
So the Pharisee's glories around her she gather,
And the saint patronises her "Charity Ball!"