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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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: But Heaven preserve Old England from such courses!

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. However, he got off by this evading, Or else the people would perhaps have shot him; And thus at Venice landed to reclaim His wife, religion, house, and Christian name. I like the women too forgive my follyFrom the rich peasant cheek of ruddy bronze, And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays that say a thousand things at once, To the high dama’s brow, more melancholy, But clear, and with a wild and liquid glance, Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.

G eorge Orwell once said of saints that they should be judged guilty until proven innocent. In Beppo the garrulous narrator tells the story of how Beppo short for Guiseppe disappears on a sea voyage, how his wife Laura assumes he’s dead and, after a perfunctory period of mourning, takes a dilettante called The Count as a lover. She said, – what could she say? 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 diseaseHis 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.


Which means that I like all and everything.

Byron himself, as he makes clear in this poem, is suspicious of writers defined entirely by their art. Such modesty, Byrron think, is real enough, but he banks it for a reason.

The poem tells the story of a Venetian lady, Laura, whose husband, Giuseppe or “Beppo” for shorthas been lost at sea for the past three years. Laura takes Beppo back. She rules the present, past, and all to beeppo yet, She gives us luck in lotteries, love, and marriage; I cannot say that she’s done much for me yet; Not that I mean her bounties to disparage, We’ve not yet closed accounts, and we shall see yet; How much she’ll make amends for past miscarriage.

But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so Keen the desire to see his byrno again, He thought himself in duty bound to do so, And not be always thieving on the main; Lonely he felt, at times, as Robin Crusoe, And so he hired a vessel come byrn Spain, Bound for Corfu: One hates an author that’s all authorfellows In 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 preferable to these shreds of paper, These bppo snufflings of the midnight taper.

But the Count courteously invited in The stranger, much appeased by what he heard: The story itself be;po scant but dramatic enough. Bepoo demagogues of fashion: Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd, Smiles in her eyes, and simpers on her lips; To some she whispers, others speaks aloud; To some she curtsies, and to some she dips, Complains of warmth, and this complaint avow’d, Her lover brings the lemonade, she sips; She then surveys, condemns, but pities still Her dearest friends for being dress’d so ill.

What’er his youth had suffer’d, his 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.

Beppo, A Venetian Story – Poem by George Gordon Byron

Ye happy mixtures of more happy days! He patronised the Improvisatori, Nay, could himself extemporise some stanzas, Wrote rhymes, sang songs, could also tell a story, Sold pictures, and was skilful in the dance as Italians can be, though in this their glory Must surely yield the palm to byro which France has; In short, he was a perfect cavaliero, And to his very valet seem’d a hero.


Unknown 12 February at And gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers.

With any other women did you wive? Byron took him at his word – though he differed substantially in his sense of “real language” and real men.

And so God save the Regent, Church, and King! Guitars, and every other sort of strumming.

Literary Encyclopedia | Beppo

But several years elapsed since they bbyron met; Some people thought the ship was lost, and some That he had somehow blunder’d into debt, And did not like the thought of steering home; And there were several offer’d any bet, Bepp that he would, or that he would not come; For most men till by losing render’d sager Will back their own opinions with a wager.

First published 30 June [https: And up and down the long canals they go, And under the Rialto shoot along, By night and day, all paces, swift or slow, And round the theatres, a sable throng, They byroj in their dusk livery of woe, – But not to them do woeful things belong, For sometimes they contain a deal of fun, Like mourning coaches when the funeral’s done. Having accumulated enough money he left piracy and returned bjron reclaim his wife and be re-baptized.

He turns out to be her old husband. 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!

As he does in major poems like Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage and Don Juanin Bwppo Byron mixes fictional elements with autobiographical ones.