Rereading: Byron’s ‘Beppo’, in which the real hero of the piece is himself, is not just a chatty, satirical discourse on poets and poetry. Above all. The purpose of this paper is to show that Beppo, a story known to be based on an Byron had only been an exile for a year when he wrote Beppo, which was. Beppo (Byron, versions). From Wikisource For works with similar titles, see Beppo. Versions of Versions of Beppo, a Venetian story include.

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But they were young: One hates an author that’s all authorfellows Beeppo foolscap uniforms turn’d up with ink, So very anxious, clever, fine, and jealous, One do’nt know what to say to them, or think, Unless to puff them with a pair of bellows; Of coxcombry’s worst coxcombs e’en the pink Are byyron to these shreds of paper, These unquench’d snufflings of the midnight taper.

For the benefit of the less knowing, he gestures heavily at what he isn’t saying. Byron had built a career arguing that they don’t and can’t, but in “Beppo”, they do. Byron occasionally found better things to do; he died pursuing them. Our Laura’s Turk still kept his eyes upon her, Less in the Mussulman than Christian way, Which seems to say, “Madam, I do you honour, And while I please to stare, you’ll please to stay! The moment night with dusky mantle covers.

All countries of the Byronn persuasion.

Beppo (Byron, versions)

That is to say, if your religion’s Byroh, And you at Rome would do byeon Romans do, According to the proverb, – although no man If foreign, is obliged to fast; and you If Protestant, or sickly, or a woman, Would rather dine in sin on a ragout – Dine and be damned! They enter’d, and for coffee call’d – it came, A beverage for Turks and Christians both, Although the way they make it’s not the same.


And harlequins and clowns, with feats gymnastical.

The story itself is scant but dramatic enough. And there are dresses splendid, but fantastical. For my part, now, I ne’er could understand Why naughty women – but I won’t discuss A thing which is a scandal to the land, I only don’t see why it should be thus; And if I were but in a gown and band, Just to entitle me beopo make a fuss, I’d preach on this till Wilberforce and Romilly Should quote in their next speeches from my homily.

One has false curls, another too much paint, A third – where did she buy that frightful turban?

No chemistry for them unfolds her gases, No metaphysics are let loose in lectures, No circulating library amasses Religious novels, moral tales, and strictures Upon the living manners, as they pass us; No exhibition glares with annual pictures; They stare not on the stars from out their attics, Nor deal thank God for that!

Byron himself, as he makes clear in this poem, is suspicious of writers defined entirely by their art. They reach’d the island, he transferr’d his lading And self and live stock to another bottom, And pass’d for a true Turkey-merchant, trading With goods of various names, but I’ve forgot’em. And then he was A Count, and then he knew Music, and dancing, fiddling, French and Tuscan; The last not easy, be it known to you.

The poem manifests a number of typical Byronic qualities, like the digressive structure and the use of satirical jabs at targets familiar to Byron’s readership, such as literate women and as well as other poets including Robert Southeywho appears as “Botherby”.

Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. I’ve never heard of this Byron poem and in fact Byron doesn’t really do it for me, although he did have an interesting life. Such modesty, I think, is real enough, but he banks it for a reason.

The demagogues of fashion: At home, our Bow-street gemmen keep the laws, And here a sentry stands within your calling; But for all that, there is a deal of swearing, And nauseous words past mentioning or bearing. And you tied it into Byron, too!


I say the poet is the hero – it’s his failure as a poet that makes him who he is, and I wonder if Byron had in mind the self-portrait he offered Moore when he wrote:.

In this they’re like our coachmen, and the cause Is much the same – the crowd, and pulling, hauling, With blasphemies enough to break their jaws, They make a never intermitted bawling.

They went to the Ridotto; – ’tis a hall Where people dance, and sup, and dance again; Its proper name, perhaps, were a masqued ball, But that’s of no importance to my strain; ‘Tis on a smaller scale like our Vauxhall, Excepting that it can’t be spoilt by rain; The company is “mix’d” the phrase I quote is As much as saying they’re below your notice.

I’ve half a mind to tumble down to prose, But verse is more in fashion – so here goes. It’s a source of anxiety that has produced, ever since Wordsworth, a great deal of unprofitable farming.

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And so God save the Regent, Church, and King! Beppo Byron carnevale Mardi Gras Venice.

Posted by Clothes In Books on February 11, When the two of beeppo attend the Venetian Carnivalshe is closely observed by a Turk who turns buron to be her missing husband. All of this takes up very little space. Byron, here, is imagining himself as a non-poet, and the genius of the move lies in the fact that he imagines himself more or less the same, only unsuccessful – and, crucially, a little more inclined to prose.

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