George Gordon Byron: Beppo ( words) In Beppo the garrulous narrator tells the story of how Beppo (short for Guiseppe) disappears on a sea voyage. Beppo (Byron, versions). From Wikisource For works with similar titles, see Beppo. Versions of Versions of Beppo, a Venetian story include. observations: Byron’s poem is set in Venice at Carnevale: the season of joy and pleasure preceding Lent. Heroine Laura thinks she is widowed.
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How quickly would I print the world delighting A Grecian, Syrian, or Assyrian gyron And sell you, mix’d with western sentimentalism, Some samples of the finest Orientalism! The point of these digressions isn’t merely spiteful and personal though they are that, too. It became the model for his masterpiece, “Don Juan”. But there is a lot more discussion and digression in the poem, which is enjoyable, easy to read, and very funny. The story, however, is much less important to the poem than the many digressions, in which the narrator discusses the differences byrno Italy and England, gives advice to travellers, and generally displays his accomplishment as a gregarious raconteur.
Beppo, A Venetian Story – Poem by George Gordon Byron
But on the whole, they were a happy pair, As happy as unlawful love could make them; The gentleman was fond, the lady fair, Their chains so slight, ’twas not worth while to break them; The world beheld them with indulgent air; The pious only wish’d “the devil take them!
Such modesty, I think, is real enough, but he banks it for a reason. His friends the more for his long absence prized him, Finding he’d wherewithal to make them gay, With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of them, For stories – but I don’t believe the half of them.
The skies and the more duskily the better. A fourth’s so pale she fears she’s going to faint, A fifth’s look’s vulgar, dowdyish, and suburban, A sixth’s white silk has got a yellow taint, A seventh’s thin muslin surely will be her bane, And lo!
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. The poor dear Mussulwomen whom I mention Have none of these instructive pleasant people, And one would seem to them a new invention, Unknown as bells within a Turkish steeple; I think ‘t would almost be worth while to pension though best-sown projects ver often reap ill A missionary author, just to preach Our Christian usage of the parts of speech. He turns out to be her old husband.
And there are dresses splendid, but fantastical. But his attitude was more than simply boastful, and later in his career, he began to write a kind of poetry that could stand up to his own suspicions of the form. And therefore humbly I would recommend “The curious in fish-sauce, “before they cross The sea, to bid their cook, or wife, or friend, Walk or ride to the Strand, and buy in gross Or if set out beforehand, these may send By any means least liable to loss Ketchup, Soy, Chili-vinegar, and Harvey, Or by the Lord!
Sarah 12 February at Heroine Laura thinks she is widowed — her husband, Beppo, disappeared on a sea voyage — and she has found some comfort with a new companion, The Count. It is clear that his first public read him for his “love”; later critics have tried to reclaim the sentimental stuff by making it part of some ironic and post-Romantic strategy.
Till Beppo should return from his long cruise, And bid once more her faithful heart rejoice, A man some women like, and yet abuse – A coxcomb was he by the public voice; A Count of wealth, they said, as well as quality, And in his pleasures of great liberality. Or what becomes of damage and divorces?
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However high their rank, or low their station. This page was last edited on 6 Juneat What’er his youth had suffer’d, belpo old age With wealth and talking made him some amends; Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage, I’ve heard the Count and he were always friends.
I like the taxes, when they’re not too many; I like a seacoal fire, when not too dear; I like a beef-steak, too, as well as any; Have buron objection to a pot of beer; I like the weather, when it is not rainy, That is, I like two months of every year, And so God save the Regent, Church, and King!
Laura was blooming still, had made the best Of time, and time return’d the compliment, She look’d extremely well where’er she went; A pretty woman is a welcome guest, And Laura’s brow a frown had rarely bent; Indeed, she shone all smiles, and seem’d to flatter Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her. There’s a kind of chicken and egg argument, in Byron criticism, about the roles of irony beppo sentiment in his work.
He even manages to work in a few digs against his own backlist.
Beppo (Byron, versions)
Crush’d was Napoleon by the northern Thor, Who knock’d his army down with icy hammer, Stopp’d by the elementslike a whaler, or A blundering novice in his new French grammar; Good cause had he to doubt the chance of war, And as for Fortune – but I dare not d–n her, Because, were I to ponder to infinity, The more I should believe in her divinity.
My own sense is that his contemporaries were nearer the truth. Her husband sail’d upon the Adriatic, And made some voyages, too, in other seas, And when he lay in quarantine for pratique A forty days’ precaution ‘gainst byrnHis wife would mount, at times, her highest attic, For thence she could discern the ship with ease; He was a merchant trading to Aleppo, His name Giuseppe, call’d more briefly, Beppo.
The morning now was on the point of breaking A turn of byeon at which I would advise Ladies who have been dancing, or partaking In any other kind of exercise, To make their preparations for forsaking The ball-room ere the sun begins to rise, Because when once the lamps and candles fail, His blushes make them look a little pale.
This is the case in England; at least was During the dynasty of Dandies, now Perchance succeeded by some other class Of byton imitators: It’s a source of anxiety that has produced, ever since Wordsworth, a great deal of unprofitable farming. He was a man as dusky as a Spaniard, Sunburnt with travel, yet a portly figure; Though colour’d, as it were, within a tan-yard, He was a person both of sense and vigour – A better seaman never yet did man yard; And she, although her manners show’d no rigour, Was deem’d a woman of the strictest principle, So much as to be thought almost invincible.
In byyron to Byron’s Oriental Tales ofit suggests that a looser attitude towards morals may be more pragmatic. My pen is at the bottom of a page, Which being finish’d, here the story ends; ‘Tis to be wish’d it had been sooner done, But stories somehow lengthen when begun. The people take their fill of recreation. Meantime, while she was thus at others gazing, Others were leveling their looks at her; She heard the men’s half-whisper’d mode of praising, And, till ’twas done, determined not to stir; The women only thought it quite amazing That, at her time of life, so many were Admirers still, – but men are so debased, Those brazen creatures always suit their taste.
Beppo (poem) – Wikipedia
He was a Turk, the colour of mahogany; And Laura saw him, and at first was glad, Because the Turks so much admire phylogyny, Although their usage of their wives is sad; ‘Tis said they use no better than a dog any Poor woman, whom they purchase like a pad; They have a number, though the ne’er exhibit ’em, Four wives by law, and concubines: For fear You should not, I’ll describe it you exactly: I had forgot – Pray do’nt you think the weather here is colder?
Apparently, the husband gets on just fine with the Count. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. PoetryWordsworth had said, should return to its roots, the real language of men.