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Last week, I took the book Wildly Romantic: The English Romantic Poets: The Mad, the Bad, and the Dangerous out of my local library. It provides biographies of Samuel Taylor Coleridge; William Wordsworth; George Gordon, Lord Byron; Percy Bysshe Shelley; and John Keats, explaining how their lives intersected (or not) with one another and with other writers of that time period. I heartily commend the book to anyone interested in an overview of the English Romantic poets, and will be ordering a copy for my personal library because I liked it so well.

After each chapter of information, the book provides several poems by the featured poets that relate to the notion or theme of each chapter. One of the poems in the book has been echoing in my head ever since I read the book, and a few times I've caught myself repeating the opening stanza aloud just because it popped up. (Turns out it's not only music that plays on brainradio, but rhythmic poetry as well.)

In an effort to divest myself of this particular earworm, or at least share the joy of it, I'm posting Byron's poem, "So We'll Go No More A-Roving". With a bit of discussion afterwards.

So We'll Go No More A-Roving
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

So, we'll go no more a-roving
⋓ So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
  And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
  And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
  And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
  And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
  By the light of the moon.


Mechanically speaking, what we have here is three stanzas, each cross-rhymed (ABAB CDCD EFEF), using a version of a ballad form.

Byron included the poem in a letter he'd written to Thomas Moore. Byron was at the time living in self-imposed exile in Italy, where he'd been living a life of renowned dissipation. But at the time he wrote this poem, it was Lent, and he was attempting to recover from all the wanton excesses in wine, women and song that had come with Carnivale.

The phrase "So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night" is lifted in its entirety from the chorus of a Scots song called "The Jolly Beggar", which was published in a collection in 1776, and has the following words:
and we'll gang nae mair a rovin', a rovin in the night
And we'll gang nae mair a rovin', let the moon shine sae bright
We'll gang nae mair a rovin'


Or if you prefer the Anglicized version, which has been performed by Irish bands as well:
We'll go no more a roving, a roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving, let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving


You can listen to the Irish band Planxty sing their version of the Jolly Beggar in its entirety, if you're so inclined.

Also popular at that time was the sea shanty "The Maid of Amsterdam", which includes the chorus "I'll go no more a-rovin' with you, fair maid". The original version of the song is probably from as early as 1630 and Thomas Heywood's The Rape of Lucrece, but lyrics have been adapted over the years and the song was sung by American sailors as well as Brits, and this tune apparently remains popular amongst the pirate-cruise crowd. You can watch a talented (non-piratical) gentleman sing the entire song a cappella using "Yank" in the lyrics as representing the U.S. version in the following YouTube video, if you're so inclined:


In the case of both songs, the phrase "go a-roving" is associated with sexual shenanigans. Whether the sword to which he refers in the second stanza is a weapon made of steel or a reference to the male anatomy is therefore entirely open to interpretation, methinks, based on (1) Byron's account of his need to recover and (2) the general associations of the phrase with sexual activity.

Not that that occurred to me until just now, when I was typing this up. I've been thinking of it more as a poem about quitting wandering and staying home, a purpose which it serves only marginally, really, since it's at the very least about cutting down on the partying. And friends, I haven't been partying, apart from the very occasional pity party. Still, as Gloria Estefan might say, "the rhythm is gonna get you" when it comes to this poem. Although as of now, it's been completely supplanted by "The Maid of Amsterdam".

And now, I'm off to my own ru-i-in at the middle school for my school visit.






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tamarak
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:22 pm (UTC)
Looking forward to hearing about that school visit.

Chips and salsa and dancing? Hard act to follow. :)
kellyrfineman
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:35 pm (UTC)
I have downloaded Bamboleo and Suavemente onto my iPod and will be threatening to make them demo their salsa technique if they misbehave. Heh.
slatts
Jun. 13th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
Lord Byron gave up "roving" for Lent....
Great poem from the original Frankie "put your sword away" Lee!

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap,
And, foaming at the mouth,
He began to make his midnight creep.
For sixteen nights and days he raved,
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest,
Which is where he died of thirst.
kellyrfineman
Jun. 13th, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Lord Byron gave up "roving" for Lent....
Judas Priest, eh? Not where I'd like to end up, methinks!
fabulousfrock
Jun. 13th, 2008 04:06 pm (UTC)
That book sounds interesting; those poets have been popping up in other historical books I've been reading so I might as well learn about them, too. And the library has it; score!
kellyrfineman
Jun. 13th, 2008 09:44 pm (UTC)
It's a well-done book, in my opinion. Some of the reviews on it were slightly negative (they didn't like the chapter titles, for instance, such as "Dead Children" and "Dead Poets", but I had no problem with them; and in some cases, they didn't like some of the choices on what was left in and what was left out - but for an overview, it was great. And the seedier stuff is all there, and would (I think) appeal to teens.)
seaheidi
Jun. 13th, 2008 04:49 pm (UTC)
I bought WILDLY ROMANTIC when it came out. I'm a big Percy Shelley fan...it's a great book and I hope teens are reading it too. =)
kellyrfineman
Jun. 13th, 2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
I hope teens read it too - it's a cool overview!
mlyearofreading
Jun. 13th, 2008 08:33 pm (UTC)
I'm going to stay with the "quitting wandering and staying home" reading, I think!
kellyrfineman
Jun. 13th, 2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
So to quote the Maid of Amsterdam
"I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid."
Instead, I'll stay home and read a book. (Sounds more like my speed, too!)
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kellyrfineman
Jun. 14th, 2008 12:41 am (UTC)
I was not quaffing bourbon! I had only one glass of wine. Hubby and David, however, did sample a flight of bourbon. (I do, however, like the word "quaff". As well as the phrase "a flight of bourbon.")
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karen_edmisten
Jun. 14th, 2008 01:23 pm (UTC)
Great post and the book sounds really interesting. The rhythm does get you, and this line:

Though the night was made for loving

made me think of "Because the Night" (maybe I'm just on a roll of connecting modern music to old poetry, but there you go ....)

kellyrfineman
Jun. 14th, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC)
I should find you and kick your butt for putting that song on my brainradio. Yeesh! (Good connection, though.)
christy_lenzi
Jun. 14th, 2008 08:18 pm (UTC)
That guy on Youtube's good!

Hey, have you ever heard Metallica do "Whiskey in the Jar," the traditional Irish song?
kellyrfineman
Jun. 14th, 2008 09:25 pm (UTC)
Can't say as I have. But I'll look for it. And yeah - that guy is really good. And I've been singing the chorus since yesterday morning. Love the ru-I-in in particular.
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