George Gordon Byron

“ Letters, 1898, ii. 44) . Byron was recalling an incident which had befallen him some time previously (see letter to Moore, January 19, 1815) : "When I thought he was going to enact Argus, he bit away the backside of my breeches, and never would consent to any kind of recognition, in despite of all kinds of bones which I offered him." See, too, for another thrust at Argus, Don Juan, Canto III. stanza xxiii. But he should have remembered that this particular Argus "was half a wolf by the she side." His portrait is preserved at Newstead (see Poetical Works, 1898, i. 280, Edition de Luxe) . ”

“ Or dost thou dread the billows' rage,
Or tremble at the gale?
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye;
Our ship is swift and strong:
Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly [2]
More merrily along." [3]
4. ”

“ My native Land—Good Night!"
↑ [Robert Rushton, the son of one of the Newstead tenants. "Robert I take with me; I like him, because, like myself, he seems a friendless animal. Tell Mr. Rushton his son is well, and doing well" (letter to Mrs. Byron, Falmouth, June 22, 1809: Letters, 1898, i. 224) .] ↑
Our best gos-hawk can hardly fly
So merrily along.— [MS.]
Our best greyhound can hardly fly.— [D. erased.] ”