Note 254 — Terminal Essay. (continued 2)
Richard Francis Burton translation · Edition 2
Let us humbly hope not again to hear of the golden prime of
“The good (fellow?) Haroun Alrasch´id,”
a mispronunciation which suggests only a rasher of bacon. Why will not poets mind their quantities, in lieu of stultifying their lines by childish ignorance? What can be more painful than Byron’s
“They laid his dust in Ar´qua (for Arqua´) where he died?”