Don Juan by by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Don Juan

byby George Gordon, Lord Byron

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    BOB SOUTHEY! You're a poet--Poet-laureate,
        And representative of all the race,
    Although't is true that you turn'd out a Tory at
        Last,--yours has lately been a common case;
    And now, my Epic Renegade! what are ye at?
        With all the Lakers, in and out of place?
    A nest of tuneful persons, to my eye
    Like 'four and twenty Blackbirds in a pye;'

    'Which pye being open'd they began to sing'
        (This old song and new simile holds good),
    'A dainty dish to set before the King,'
        Or Regent, who admires such kind of food;--
    And Coleridge, too, has lately taken wing,
        But like a hawk encumber'd with his hood,--
    Explaining metaphysics to the nation--
    I wish he would explain his Explanation.

    You, Bob! are rather insolent, you know,
        At being disappointed in your wish
    To supersede all warblers here below,
        And be the only Blackbird in the dish;
    And then you overstrain yourself, or so,
        And tumble downward like the flying fish
    Gasping on deck, because you soar too high, Bob,
    And fall, for lack of moisture, quite a-dry, Bob!

    And Wordsworth, in a rather long Excursion
        (I think the quarto holds five hundred pages),
    Has given a sample from the vasty version
        Of his new system to perplex the sages;
    'T is poetry--at least by his assertion,
        And may appear so when the dog-star rages--
    And he who understands it would be able
    To add a story to the Tower of Babel.

    You--Gentlemen! by dint of long seclusion
        From better company, have kept your own
    At Keswick, and, through still continued fusion
        Of one another's minds, at last have grown
    To deem as a most logical conclusion,
        That Poesy has wreaths for you alone:
    There is a narrowness in such a notion,
    Which makes me wish you'd change your lakes for ocean.

    I would not imitate the petty thought,
        Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice,
    For all the glory your conversion brought,
        Since gold alone should not have been its price.
    You have your salary; was't for that you wrought?
        And Wordsworth has his place in the Excise.
    You're shabby fellows--true--but poets still,
    And duly seated on the immortal hill.

    Your bays may hide the baldness of your brows---
        Perhaps some virtuous blushes;--let them go---
    To you I envy neither fruit nor boughs---
        And for the fame you would engross below,
    The field is universal, and allows
        Scope to all such as feel the inherent glow:
    Scott, Rogers, Campbell, Moore, and Crabbe will try
    'Gainst you the question with posterity.

Title:Don JuanFormat:Kobo ebookPublished:June 24, 2013Publisher:WDS PublishingLanguage:English

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