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And that 's the reason he himself 's so dirty;
Than can be hid by altering his shirt; he Retains the sable stains of the dark creeper
At least some twenty-nine do out of thirty, In all their habits : not so you,
own ; As Cæsar wore his robe, you wear your gown.
Dear Jeffrey, once my most redoubted foe (As far as rhyme and criticism combine
To make such puppets of us things below),
may never know Your face,—but you have acted on the whole Most nobly, and I own it from my soul.
'T is not address'd to you—the more 's the pity For me, for I would rather take
And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty,
Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's Brig's black wall,
All my boy feelings, all iny gentler dreams
Like Banquo's offspring floating past me seems
Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly,
Which must be own'd was sensitive and surly, Yet 't is in vain such sallies to permit
They cannot quench young feelings fresh and early : I “scotch'd, not kill'd,” the Scotchman in my blood, And love the land of “mountain and of flood."
XX. Don Juan, who was real, or ideal,
For both are much the same, since what men think Exists when the once thinkers are less real
Than what they thought, for mind can never sink, And 'gainst the body makes a strong appeal;
And yet ’t is very puzzling on the brink
How we won't mention, why we need not say: Few youthful minds can stand the strong concussion
Of any slight temptation in their way ; But his just now were spread as is a cushion
Smooth'd for a monarch's seat of honour : gay
And though the duty wax'd a little hard,
To come off handsomely in that regard.
For love, war, or ambition, which reward
Seduced by youth and dangerous examples,
Which is a sad thing, and not only tramples On our fresh feelings, but—as being participated
With all kinds of incorrigible samples
We will also pass
lieutenant's with a not old queen, But one who is not so youthful as she was
In all the royalty of sweet seventeen. Sovereigns may sway materials, but not matter, And wrinkles (the d-d democrats) won't flatter :
XXV. And Death, the sovereign's sovereign, though the great
Gracchus of all mortality, who levels, With his Agrarian laws, the high estate
Of him who feasts, and fights, and roars, and revels, To one small grass-grown patch (which must await
Corruption for its crop) with the poor devils
Of waste, and haste, and glare, and gloss, and glitter, In this gay clime of bear-skins black and furry
Which (though I hate to say a thing that's bitter,
Through all the “purple and fine linen,” Gitter
Perhaps from hearsay, or from recollection ;
That horrid equinox, that hateful section
Hut, whence wise travellers drive with circumspection
Description : and I won't reflect—that is,!
Clings to its teat-sticks to me through the abyss Of this odd labyrinth ; or as the kelp
Holds by the rock; or as a lover's kiss
A thing which happens rarely ; this he owed
Valour ; much also to the blood he show'd,
Which set the beauty off in which he glow'd,
Perceiving he was in a handsome way
For cousins also, answer'd the same day. Several prepared themselves for emigrations ;
And, eating ices, were o'erheard to say, That with the addition of a slight pelisse, Madrid's and Moscow's climes were of a piece.
XXXI. His mother, Donna Inez, finding too
That in the lieu of drawing on his banker, Where his assets were waxing rather few,
He had brought his spending to a handsome anchor, Replied, " that she was glad to see him through
Those pleasures after which wild youth will hanker ; As the sole sign of man's being in his senses Is, learning to reduce his past expenses.
XXXII. " She also recommended him to God,
And no less to God's Son, as well as Mother, Warn’d him against Greek-worship, which looks odd
In catholic eyes : but told him too to smother
Inform'd him that he had a little brother
XXXIII. « She could not too much give her approbation
Unto an empress, who preferr’d young men Whose age, and, what was better still, whose nation
And climate, stopp'd all scandal (now and then) :At home it might have given her some vexation;
But where thermometers sunk down to ten, Or live, or one, or zero, she could never Believe that virtue thaw'd before the river."
Thy praise, hypocrisy! Oh for a hymn
Not practise! Oh for trumps of cherubim !
Who, though her spectacles at last grew dim,
But went to heaven in as sincere a way
Which portions out upon the judgment day Heaven's freeholds, in a sort of doomsday scroll,
Such as the conqueror William did repay
Erneis, Radulphus--eight-and-forty manors (If that my memory doth not greatly err)
Were their reward for following Billy's banners ; And, though I can't help thinking 't was scarce fair
To strip the Saxons of their hydes,“ like tanners, Yet as they founded churches with the produce, You 'll deem, no doubt, they put it to a good use.
He felt like other plants call’d sensitive,
Save such as Southey can afford to give. Perhaps he long'd, in bitter frosts, for climes
In which the Neva's ice would cease to live Before May-day : perhaps, despite his duty, In royalty's vast arms he sigh’d for beauty :
For causes young or old : the canker-worm
As well as further drain the wither'd form:
His bills in, and, however we may storm,
The empress was alarm’d, and her physician
Of his fierce pulse betoken a condition Which augur'd of the dead, however quick
Itself, and show'd a feverish disposition; At which the whole court was extremely troubled, The sovereign shock’d, and all his medicines doubled.