George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон)
An Occasional Prologue
Delivered by the Author Previous to the Performance of “The Wheel of Fortune” at a Private TheatreSince the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept immoral raillery from the stage; Since taste has now expung'd licentious wit, Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ; Since, now, to please with purer scenes we seek, Nor dare to call the blush from Beauty's cheek; Oh! let the modest Muse some pity claim, And meet indulgence—though she find not fame. Still, not for her alone, we wish respect, Others appear more conscious of defect: To-night no vet'ran Roscii you behold, In all the arts of scenic action old; No Cooke, no Kemble, can salute you here, No Siddons draw the sympathetic tear; To-night you throng to witness the début Of embryo Actors, to the Drama new: Here, then, our almost unfledg'd wings we try; Clip not owr pinions, ere the birds can fly: Failing in this our first attempt to soar, Drooping, alas! we fall to rise no more. Not one poor trembler, only, fear betrays, Who hopes, yet almost dreads to meet your praise; But all our Dramatis Personæ wait, In fond suspense this crisis of their fate. No venal views our progress can retard, Your generous plaudits are our sole reward; For these, each Hero all his power displays, Each timid Heroine shrinks before your gaze: Surely the last will some protection find? None, to the softer sex, can prove unkind: While Youth and Beauty form the female shield, The sternest Censor to the fair must yield. Yet, should our feeble efforts nought avail, Should, after all, our best endeavours fail; Still, let some mercy in your bosoms live, And, if you can't applaud, at least forgive.
George Gordon Byron’s other poems:
- On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School
- To the Earl of Clare
- Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
- To Anne (Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed)
- Stanzas to Jessy
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