I simply can’t type the ‘H’ word at the moment. It’s too painful. Incredibly, House of Pants has been passed over once again – the outer shell I mean. The man I formally described as nice and sensible for agreeing to purchase House of Pants is now a stupid arsehole and a fuckwit for changing his mind. Why can’t people just stay the same? As much as it’s against my principles… oh what the fuck – does anyone know a buy-to-let landlord? They’re not actually people so there’s no risk of them changing, and if they did, it could only be for the better. E-me yeah?
Still hopes thy mother’s pangs deride,
Still does fhe seem to hear thy breath!
Ah ! no ! Tho’ med’cine’s aid was tried,
Art vainly combated with Death !
Still from her forrow-ftreaming eye
The glift’ning tear bedews thy cheeks:
Still fans thy face the balmy figh,
Still Nature’s filent language fpeaks !
Lovely and illuminating as this book of verse is, the major draw is GGG’s personal account of The Battle of Trafalgar. He served as a Naval Chaplain and Secretary to Rear Admiral Northesk onboard the Britannia for about four years. His epic poem The Battle of Trafalgar is 870 lines long. I typed each one out by hand today. Here’s how it begins,
And bids his blood-stain’d hordes, thro’ realms afar
“Cry Havoc, and let slip the Dogs of War;”
The last line’s Shakespeare – from Julius Caesar if I’m not mistaken. He’s a naval chaplain and this is something of an official account, so most of it’s very patriotic. I imagine they felt that way in the heat of battle. The description of Nelson’s death is not only timely in the long narrative but genuinely moving. There’s a very interesting introduction to the published poem (it came out as part of a larger collection of poems ‘written at sea’ in 1806 – a year after the battle), in which he commends Rear Admiral Eliab Harvery Esq MP, to whom the poem is dedicated,
Was this a portent of things to come? GGG became a supporter of the Emancipist movement in
Picture : The Battle of Trafalgar by J.M. Turner