Even I albeit I'm sure I did not know it, Nor sought of foolscap subjects to be king — Was reckon'd a considerable time, The grand Napoleon of the realms of rhyme. LVI But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mount Saint Jean seems Cain: "La Belle Alliance" of dunces down at zero, Now that the Lion 's fall'n, may rise again: But I will fall at least as fell my hero; Nor reign at all, or as a monarch reign; Or to some lonely isle of gaolers go, With turncoat Southey for my turnkey Lowe. LVII Sir Walter reign'd before me; Moore and Campbell The Muses upon Sion's hill must ramble Beneath the very Reverend Rowley Powley, LVIII Then there's my gentle Euphues, who, they say, Some persons think that Coleridge hath the sway; And Wordsworth has supporters, two or three; And that deep-mouth'd Boeotian "Savage Landor" Has taken for a swan rogue Southey's gander. LIX John Keats, who was kill'd off by one critique, Contrived to talk about the gods of late, LX The list grows long of live and dead pretenders If I might augur, I should rate but low Their chances; they're too numerous, like the thirty Mock tyrants, when Rome's annals wax'd but dirty. LXI This is the literary lower empire, Where the prætorian bands take up the matter;A "dreadful trade," like his who "gathers samphire," The insolent soldiery to soothe and flatter, With the same feelings as you'd coax a vampire. LXII I think I know a trick or two, would turn And even my Muse's worst reproof's a smile; FROM "DON JUAN," CANTO XIV DON JUAN DESCRIBED XXIX WE left our heroes and our heroines In that fair clime which don't depend on climate, Quite independent of the Zodiac's signs, Though certainly more difficult to rhyme at, Because the sun, and stars, and aught that shines, Mountains, and all we can be most sublime at, Are there oft dull and dreary as a dun Whether a sky's or tradesman's is all one. XXX An in-door life is less poetical; And out of door hath showers, and mists, and sleet, With which I could not brew a pastoral. But be it as it may, a bard must meet To spoil his undertaking or complete, XXXI Juan in this respect, at least, like saints- XXXII A fox-hunt to a foreigner is strange; Some pleasant jesting at the awkward stranger: But Juan had been early taught to range The wilds, as doth an Arab turn'd avenger, So that his horse, or charger, hunter, hack, Knew that he had a rider on his back. |