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Some days and nights elapsed before that he
And when he did, he found himself at sea, Sailing six knots an hour before the wind :
The shores of Ilion lay beneath their leeAnother time he might have liked to see 'em,
now was not much pleased with Cape Sigæum.
(Flank'd by the Hellespont and by the sea) Entomb'd the bravest of the brave, Achilles ; They say som
the contrary) -And further downward, tall and towering, still is
The tumulus---of whom?--Heaven knows ; 't may be Patroclus, Ajax, or Protesilaus,All hernes who, if living still, would slay us.
A vast, untillid, and mountain-skirted plain,
And old Scamander (if 't is he), remain ; The situation seems still form'd for fame
A hundred thousand men might fight again
LXXVIII, Troops of untended horses ; here and there
Some little hamlets with new names uncouth ;
A moment at the European youth
A Turk, with beads in hand and pipe in mouth,
LXXXIX. Don Juan, here permitted to emerge
From his dull cabin, found himself a slave ; Forlorn, and gazing on the deep blue curge,
O'ershadow'd there by many a hero's grave :
A few brief questions; and the arewors rare :
To be Italians as they were in fact ;
Which was an odd one ; a troop going to act
In their vocation, -had not been attack’d,
Juan was told about their curious case ;
Still kept his spirits ap---at least his face';
And bore him with some gaiety and grace, Showing a much more reconciled demeanotit Than did the prima donna and the tenor.
Saying, “ Our Machiavelian impresario,
Hail'd a strange brig; Corpo di Caio Marto!
Without a single scudo of salario ;
And haggard with a dissipated life,
Has some good notes ; and then the tenor's wife, With no great voice, is pleasing to behold;
Last carnival she made a deal of strife By carrying off Count Cæsar Cicogna From an old Roman princess at Bologna.
LXXXIV. " And then there are the dancers; there is the Nini,
With more than one profession gains by all;
She too was fortunate last carnival,
But spends so fast, she has not now à paul ;
LXXXV. " As for the figuranti, they are like
The rest of all that tribe ; with here and there
The rest are hardly fitted for a fair ;
Yet has a sentimental kind of air,
LXXXVI. " As for the men, they are a middling set;
The musico is but a crack'd old basin, But being qualified in one way yet,
May the seraglio đồ to set his face in,
His singing I no further trust can place in :
And for the bass, the beast cañi only bellow; In fact, he had no singing education,
An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow; But being the prima donna's near relation,
Who swore his voice was very rich and mellow, They hired him, though to hear him you 'd believe An ass was practising recitative.
LXXXVIII. “'T would not become myself to dwell upon
My own merits, and, though young—I see, sir-you Have got a travell’d air, which shows you
one To whom the opera is by no means new : You 've heard of Raucocanti?-I 'm the man;
The time may come when you may hear me too ;
LXXXIX. “ Our baritone I almost had forgot,
A pretty lad, but bursting with conceit; With graceful action, science not a jot,
A voice of nó great compass, and not sweet, He always is complaining of his lot,
Forsooth, scarce fit for ballads in the street ; In lovers' parts his passion more to breathe, Having no heart to show, he shows his teeth."
XC. Here Raucocanti's eloquent recital
Was interrupted by the pirate crew, Who came at stated moments to invite all
The captives back to their sad births : each threw
From the blue skies derived a double blue,
Waiting for his sublimity's firman-
Which every body does without who can,-
Lady to lady, well as man to man,
There chanced to be an odd male and odd female,
If the soprano might be doom'd to be male, They placed him o'er the women as a scout)
Were link'd together, and it happen'd the male Was Juan, who—an awkward thing at his agePair'd off with a Bacchante's blooming visage.
XCIII. With Raucocanti lucklessly was chain'd
The tenor ; these two hated with a hate Found only on the stage, and each more pain'd
With this his tuneful neighbour than his fate; Sad strife arose,
for they were so cross-grain’d, Instead of bearing up without debate, That each pulld different ways with many an oath, " Arcades ambo,” id est—blackguards both,
XCIV. Juan's companion was a Romagnole,
But bred within the March of old Ancona, With eyes that look'd into the
soul (And other chief points of a “bella donna"), Bright--and as black and burning as a coal ;
And through her clear brunette complexion shone a Great wish to please-a most attractive dower, Especially when added to the power.
For sorrow o'er each sense held stern command ;
And though thus chain'd, as natural her hand Touch'd his, nor that—nor any handsome limb
(And she had some not easy to withstand) Could stir his pulse, or make his faith feel brittle ; Perhaps his recent wounds might help a little.
:-no knight could be more true, And firmer faith no ladye-love desire ;
We will omit the proofs, save one or two. 'T is said no one in hand “can hold a fire
By thought of frosty Caucasus," but few
Having withstood temptation in my youth,
At the first two books having too much truth ; Therefore I 'll make Don Juan leave the ship soon,
Because the publisher declares, in sooth, Through needles' eyes it easier for the camel is
than those two cantos into families.
XCVIII. 'T is all the same to me, I'm fond of yielding,
And therefore leave them to the purer page Of Smollet, Prior, Ariosto, Fielding,
Who say strange things for so correct an age. I once had great alacrity in wielding
My pen, and liked poetic war to wage, And recollect the time when all this cant Would have provoked remarks which now it shan't.
But at this hour I wish to part in peace,
Whether my verse's fame be doom'd to cease,
Or of some centuries to take a lease ;