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1. WHEN amatory poets sing their loves
In liquid lines mellifluously bland, And pair their rhymes as Venus yokes her doves,
They little think what mischief is in hand; The greater their success the worse it proves, As Ovid's verse may
make understand; Even Petrarch's self, if judged with due severity, Is the Platonic pimp of all posterity.
Except in such a way as not to attract ;
But with a moral to each error tack’d, Form'd rather for instructing than delighting,
And with all passions in their turn attack’d. Now, if my Pegasus should not be shod ill, This poem will become a moral model.
III. The European with the Asian shore
Sprinkled with palaces ; the ocean stream
Sophia's cupola with golden gleam ;
The twelve isles, and the more than I could dream, Far less describe, present the very
view Which charm'd the charming Mary Montagu.
For once it was a magic sound to me,
Where I beheld what never was to be ;
A spell from which even yet I 'm not quite free :
Broke foaming o'er the blue Symplegades :
To watch the progress.of those rolling seas Between the Bosphorus, as they lash and lave
Europe and Asia, you being quite at ease; There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
VI. ’T was a raw day of Autumn's bleak beginning,
When nights are equal, but not so the days ;
Of seamen's fates, and the loud tempests raise
ways : They vow to amend their lives, and yet they don't ; Because if drown'd, they can't—if spared, they won't.
And age, and sex, were in the market ranged ;
Poor creatures ! their good looks were sadly changed, All save the blacks' seem'd jaded with vexation,
From friends, and home, and freedom far estranged ; The negroes more philosophy display'd, Used to it, no doubt, as eels are to be flay’d.
VIII. Juan was juvenile, and thus was full,
As most at his age are, of hope and health ; Yet, I must own, he look'd a little dull,
And now and then a tear stole down by stealth :
His spirits down ; and then the loss of wealth,
Upon the whole his carriage was serene :
Of which some gilded remnants still were seen,
He was above the vulgar by his mien;
With whites and blacks, in groups on show for sale,
Some bought the jet, while others chose the pale.
A man of thirty, rather stout and hale,
In make, of a complexion white and ruddy,
And, it might be from thought, or toil, or study,
One arm had on a bandage rather bloody ;
Of a high spirit evidently, though
O’erthrown even men, he soon began to show
Lot of so young a partner in the woe, Which for himself he seem'd to deem no worse Than any other scrape-a thing of course
XIII. “My boy!” said he, “ amidst this motley crew
Of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and what not, All ragamuffins differing but in hue,
With whom it is our luck to cast our lot, The only gentlemen seem I and you ;
So let us be acquainted, as we ought : If I could yield you any consolation, 'T would give me pleasure :-Pray, what is your nation P"
“I thought, in fact, you could not be a Greek ; Those servile dogs are not so proudly eyed :
Fortune has play'd you here a pretty freak,
But never mind,-she 'll turn, perhaps, next week ;
XV. · Pray, sir,” said Juan, “ if I
But what conducted, if the question 's fair,
Months with the Russian army here and there,
XVI. “ Have you no friends ?"_“I had—but, by God's blessing,
Have not been troubled with them lately. Now I have answer'd all your questions without pressing, And
you an equal courtesy should show.”-
And long besides." _“Oh! if 't is really so,
Although a female moderately fickle,
For any length of days in such a pickle.
As if the corn-sheaf should oppose the sickle
XVIII. “ 'T is not,” said Juan, “ for my present doom
I mourn, but for the past ;-1 loved a maid : " He paused, and his dark eye grew full of gloom;
A single tear upon his eyelash staid A moment, and then dropp'd ;
6 but to resume, 'T is not my present lot, as I have said, Which I deplore so much ; for I have borne Hardships which have the hardiest overworn,
XIX. “On the rough deep. But this last blow—" and here
He stopp'd again, and turn'd away his face. “Ay,” quoth his friend, “I thought it would appear
That there had been a lady in the case;
Such as I too would shed if in your place :
XX. · My third"_“Your third ! ” quoth Juan, turning round;
“ You scarcely can be thirty , have you three ?” “No-only two at present above ground :
Surely 't is nothing wonderful to see One
person thrice in holy wedlock bound!”
Well, then, your third,” said Juan; “ what did she? She did not run away, too, did she, sir?” “ No, faith.”-“What then?”—“I ran away from her.”
XXI. “ You take things coolly, sir,” said Juan. Why,”
Replied the other, “what can a man do? There still are many rainbows in your sky,
But mine have vanish’d. All, when life is new, Commence with feelings warm and prospects high ;
But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly, like the snake.
XXII. "’T is true, it gets another bright and fresh,
Or fresher, brighter, but, the year gone through,
Or sometimes only wear a week or two.
Ambition, avarice, vengeance, glory, glue
XXIII. “ All this is very fine, and may be true,"
Said Juan; “ but I really don't see how It betters present times with me or you.”
“No!” quoth the other ; " yet you will allow By setting things in their right point of view,
Knowledge, at least, is gain'd; for instance, now,
Their present lessons on our pagan friends here," Said Juan-swallowing a heart-burning sigh :
• Heav’n help the scholar whom his fortune sends here ! ” Perhaps we shall be one day, by and by,"
Rejoin’d the other, “ when our bad luck mends here;