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(TO THE FIRST AND SECOND CANTOS.)
The following poem was written, for the most part, amidst the scenes which it attempts to describe. It was begun in Albania ; and the parts relative to Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries. Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the descriptions. The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain, Portugal, Epirus, Acarnania, and Greece. There, for the present, the poem stops : its reception will determine whether the author may venlure to conduct his readers to the capital of the East, through Ionia and Phrygia: these two cantos are merely experimental.
A fictitious character is introduced for the sake of giving some connection to the piece; which, however, makes no pretension to regularity. It has been suggested to me by friends, on whose opinions I set a high value, that in this fictitious character, “Childe IIarold," I inay incur the suspicion of having intended some real personage: this 1 beg leavc, once for all, to disclain
Harold is the child of imagination, for the purpose I have stated. In some very trivial particulars, and thosc mercly local, there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points, I should hope, none whatever.
It is almost superfluous to mention that the appellation “ Childe," as “ Childe Waters," “ Childe Childers,” &c. is used as more consonant with the old structure of versification which I have adopted. The “Good Night,” in the beginning of the first canto, was suggested by “ Lord Maxwell's Good Night,” in tho Border Minstrelsy, edited by Mr. Scott.
With the different poems which have been published on Spanish subjects, there may be found some slight coincidence in the first part, which treats of the Peninsula, but it can only be casual; as, with the exception of a few concluding stanzas, the whole of this poem was written in the Levant.
The stanza of Spenser, according to one of our most successful poets, admits of every variety. Dr. Beattie makes the following observation : “ Not long ago I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which I propose to give full scope to my inclination, and be either droll or pathetic, descriptive or sen timental, tender or satirical, as the humour strikes me ; foi, if I mistake not, the measure which I have adopted admits equally of
all these kinds of composition.” (') - Strengthened in my opinion by such authority, and by the example of some in thc highest order of Italian poets, I shall make no apology for attempts at similar variations in the following composition ; satisfied that, if they are unsuccessful, their failure must be in the execution, rather than in the design sanctioned by the practice of Ariosto, Thomson, and Beattie.
(1) Beattie's Lettors.
TO THE PREFACE.
I have now waited till almost all our periodical journals hare distributed their usual portion of criticism. To the justice of the generality of their criticisms I have nothing to object : it w. uld ill become me to quarrel with their very slight degree of censure, when, perhaps, if they had been less kind they had been more candid. Returning, therefore, to all and each my best thanks for their liberality, on one point alone shall I venture an observation. Amongst the many objections justly urged to the very indifferent character of the “ vagrant Childe" (whom notwithstanding many hints to the contrary, I still maintain to be a fictitious personage), it has been stated, that, besides the anachronism, he is very unknightly, as the times of the Knights were times of Love, Honour, and so forth. Now, it so happens that the good old times, when « l'amour du bon vieux tems, l'amour antique" flourished, were the most profligate of all possible centuries. Those who have any doubts on this subject may consult St. Palaye, passim, and more particularly vol. ii. page 69. The vows of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatsoever ; and the songs of the Troubadours were not more decent, and certainly were much less refined, than those of Ovid. The “ Cours d'amour, parlemens d'amour, ou de courtésie et de gentilesse” had much more of love than of courtesy or gentleness. See Rolland on the same subject with St. Palaye. Whatever other objection may be urged to that most unamiable personage Childe Harold, he was so far perfectly knightly in his attributes — “ No waiter, but a knight templar." (") By the by, I fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be, although very poetical personages and true knights " sans peur,” though not
sans reproche.' If the story of the institution of the “ Garter” be not a fable, the knights of that order have for several centuries borne the badge of a Countess of Salisbury, of indifferent memory. So much for chivalry. Burke need not have regretted that its days are over, though Maria Antoinette was quite as chaste as most of those in whose honours lances were shivered, and knights uphorsed.
Before the days of Bayard, and down to those of Sir Joseph Banks, (the most chaste and celebrated of ancient and modern times,) few exceptions will be found to this statement, and I fear
(1) Tho Rovers. Antijacobin.
a little investigation will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages.
I now leave “ Childe Harold,” to live his day, such as he is ; it had been more agreeable, and certainly more easy, to have drawn an amiable character. It had been easy to varnish over his faults, to mal him do more and express less, but he never was intended as an example, further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disappointment in new 'ones, and that even the beauties of nature, and the stimulus of travel (except ambition, the most powerful of all exciteinents) are lost on a soul so constituted, or rather misdirected. Had I proceeded with the poem, this character would have deep' ened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once inean, to fill up for him was, with some exceptions, the sketch of a mo dern Timon, perhaps a poetical Zeluco.
Not in those climes where I have late been straying, Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'a: Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dream'd, Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd — To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ?
Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art,
Young Peri of the West ! — 'tis well for me
thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed, But mix'd with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed.
Oh! let that eye, which, wild as the Gazelle's,
To one so young my strain I would commend,