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He pored upon the leaves, and on the flowers, And heard a voice in all the winds; and then He thought of wood-nymphs and immortal bowers, And how the goddesses came down to men: He missed the pathway, he forgot the hours, And when he looked upon his watch again, He found how much old Time had been a winner-- He also found that he had lost his dinner. Sometimes he turned to gaze upon his book, Boscan,[55] or Garcilasso;[56]--by the wind Even as the page is rustled while we look, So by the poesy of his own mind Over the mystic leaf his soul was shook, As if 't were one whereon magicians bind Their spells, and give them to the passing gale, According to some good old woman's tale.

Thus would he while his lonely hours away Dissatisfied, not knowing what he wanted; Nor glowing reverie, nor poet's lay, Could yield his spirit that for which it panted, A bosom whereon he his head might lay, And hear the heart beat with the love it granted, Withseveral other things, which I forget, Or which, at least, I need not mention yet. Those lonely walks, and lengthening reveries, Could not escape the gentle Julia's eyes; She saw that Juan was not at his ease; But that which chiefly may, and must surprise, Is, that the Donna Inez did not tease Her only son with question or surmise; Whether it was she did not see, or would not, Or, like all very clever people, could not.

This may seem strange, but yet 't is very common; For instance--gentlemen, whose ladies take Leave to o'erstep the written rights of Woman, And break theWhich commandment is 't they break? I have forgot the number, and think no man Should rashly quote, for fear of a mistake; I say, when these same gentlemen are jealous, They make some blunder, which their ladies tell us. A real husband always is suspicious, But still no less suspects in the wrong place,[p] Jealous of some one who had no such wishes, Or pandering blindly to his own disgrace, By harbouring some dear friend extremely vicious; The last indeed's infallibly the case: And when the spouse and friend are gone off wholly, He wonders at their vice, and not his folly.

Thus parents also are at times short-sighted: Though watchful as the lynx, they ne'er discover, The while the wicked world beholds delighted, Young Hopeful's mistress, or Miss Fanny's lover, Till some confounded escapade has blighted The plan of twenty years, and all is over; And then the mother cries, the father swears, And wonders why the devil he got heirs. But Inez was so anxious, and so clear Of sight, that I must think, on this occasion, She had some other motive much more near For leaving Juan to this new temptation, But what that motive was, I sha'n't say here; Perhaps to finish Juan's education, Perhaps to open Don Alfonso's eyes, In case he thought his wife too great a prize.

It was upon a day, a summer's day;-- Summer's indeed a very dangerous season, And so is spring about the end of May; The sun, no doubt, is the prevailing reason; But whatsoe'er the cause is, one may say, And stand convicted of more truth than treason, That there are months which nature grows more merry in,-- March has its hares, and May must have its heroine. She sate, but not alone; I know not well How this same interview had taken place, And even if I knew, I should not tell-- People should hold their tongues in any case; No matter how or why the thing befell, But there were she and Juan, face to face-- When two such faces are so, 't would be wise, But very difficult, to shut their eyes.

How beautiful she looked! How self-deceitful is the sagest part Of mortals whom thy lure hath led along! She thought of her own strength, and Juan's youth, And of the folly of all prudish fears, Victorious Virtue, and domestic Truth, And then of Don Alfonso's fifty years: I wish these last had not occurred, in sooth, Because that number rarely much endears, And through all climes, the snowy and the sunny, Sounds ill in love, whate'er it may in money. Julia had honour, virtue, truth, and love For Don Alfonso; and she inly swore, By all the vows below to Powers above, She never would disgrace the ring she wore, Nor leave a wish which wisdom might reprove; And while she pondered this, besides much more, One hand on Juan's carelessly was thrown, Quite by mistake--she thought it was her own;.

Unconsciously she leaned upon the other, Which played within the tangles of her hair; And to contend with thoughts she could not smother She seemed by the distraction of her air. The hand which still held Juan's, by degrees Gently, but palpably confirmed its grasp, As if it said, "Detain me, if you please;" Yet there's no doubt she only meant to clasp His fingers with a pure Platonic squeeze; She would have shrunk as from a toad, or asp, Had she imagined such a thing could rouse A feeling dangerous to a prudent spouse.

I cannot know what Juan thought of this, But what he did, is much what you would do; His young lip thanked it with a grateful kiss, And then, abashed at its own joy, withdrew In deep despair, lest he had done amiss,-- Love is so very timid when 't is new: She blushed, and frowned not, but she strove to speak, And held her tongue, her voice was grown so weak.

The sun set, and up rose the yellow moon: The Devil's in the moon for mischief; they Who called her CHASTE, methinks, began too soon Their nomenclature; there is not a day, The longest, not the twenty-first of June, Sees half the business in a wicked way, On which three single hours of moonshine smile-- And then she looks so modest all the while!

There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness, which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose. And Julia sate with Juan, half embraced And half retiring from the glowing arm, Which trembled like the bosom where 't was placed; Yet still she must have thought there was no harm, Or else 't were easy to withdraw her waist; But then the situation had its charm, And then--God knows what next--I can't go on; I'm almost sorry that I e'er begun.

Oh Plato! And Julia's voice was lost, except in sighs, Until too late for useful conversation; The tears were gushing from her gentle eyes, I wish, indeed, they had not had occasion; But who, alas! Not that Remorse did not oppose Temptation; A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering "I will ne'er consent"--consented. Oh Pleasure! Here my chaste Muse a liberty must take-- Start not! This licence is to hope the reader will Suppose from June the sixth the fatal day, Without whose epoch my poetic skill For want of facts would all be thrown away , But keeping Julia and Don Juan still In sight, that several months have passed; we'll say 'T was in November, but I'm not so sure About the day--the era's more obscure.

We'll talk of that anon. Sweet is the vintage, when the showering grapes In Bacchanal profusion reel to earth, Purple and gushing: sweet are our escapes From civic revelry to rural mirth; Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps, Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth, Sweet is revenge--especially to women-- Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen. Sweet is a legacy, and passing sweet[v] The unexpected death of some old lady, Or gentleman of seventy years complete, Who've made "us youth"[61] wait too--too long already, For an estate, or cash, or country seat, Still breaking, but with stamina so steady, That all the Israelites are fit to mob its Next owner for their double-damned post-obits.

But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate Love--it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall; The Tree of Knowledge has been plucked--all 's known-- And Life yields nothing further to recall Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown, No doubt in fable, as the unforgiven Fire which Prometheus filched for us from Heaven. Man's a strange animal, and makes strange use Of his own nature, and the various arts, And likes particularly to produce Some new experiment to show his parts; This is the age of oddities let loose, Where different talents find their different marts; You'd best begin with truth, and when you've lost your Labour, there's a sure market for imposture.

What opposite discoveries we have seen! Signs of true genius, and of empty pockets. One makes new noses[63], one a guillotine, One breaks your bones, one sets them in their sockets; But Vaccination certainly has been A kind antithesis to Congreve's rockets,[64] With which the Doctor paid off an old pox, By borrowing a new one from an ox. Bread has been made indifferent from potatoes: And Galvanism has set some corpses grinning,[66] But has not answered like the apparatus Of the Humane Society's beginning, By which men are unsuffocated gratis: What wondrous new machines have late been spinning!

I said the small-pox has gone out of late; Perhaps it may be followed by the great. This is the patent age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions: Sir Humphry Davy's lantern,[68] by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels,[69] voyages to the Poles[70] Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, Perhaps, as shooting them at Waterloo.

Man's a phenomenon, one knows not what, And wonderful beyond all wondrous measure; 'T is pity though, in this sublime world, that Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes Sin's a pleasure;[x] Few mortals know what end they would be at, But whether Glory, Power, or Love, or Treasure, The path is through perplexing ways, and when The goal is gained, we die, you know--and then What then? I can't tell how, or why, or what suspicion Could enter into Don Alfonso's head; But for a cavalier of his condition It surely was exceedingly ill-bred, Without a word of previous admonition, To hold a levee round his lady's bed, And summon lackeys, armed with fire and sword, To prove himself the thing he most abhorred.

Poor Donna Julia! But Julia mistress, and Antonia maid, Appeared like two poor harmless women, who Of goblins, but still more of men afraid, Had thought one man might be deterred by two, And therefore side by side were gently laid, Until the hours of absence should run through, And truant husband should return, and say, "My dear,--I was the first who came away.

Has madness seized you? Dare you suspect me, whom the thought would kill? Search, then, the room! During this inquisition Julia's tongue[ad] Was not asleep--"Yes, search and search," she cried, "Insult on insult heap, and wrong on wrong! It was for this that I became a bride! For this in silence I have suffered long A husband like Alfonso at my side; But now I'll bear no more, nor here remain, If there be law or lawyers in all Spain.

Ungrateful, perjured, barbarous Don Alfonso, How dare you think your lady would go on so? That I have chosen a confessor so old And deaf, that any other it would vex, And never once he has had cause to scold, But found my very innocence perplex So much, he always doubted I was married-- How sorry you will be when I've miscarried! Is it for this I scarce went anywhere, Except to bull-fights, mass, play, rout, and revel?

Is it for this, whate'er my suitors were, I favoured none--nay, was almost uncivil? Did not his countryman, Count Corniani,[76] Call me the only virtuous wife in Spain? Were there not also Russians, English, many? I wonder in what quarter now the moon is: I praise your vast forbearance not to beat Me also, since the time so opportune is-- Oh, valiant man! Tell me--and be assured, that since you stain My honour thus, it shall not be in vain. I am ashamed of having shed these tears, They are unworthy of my father's daughter; My mother dreamed not in my natal hour, That I should fall into a monster's power.

God grant you feel not then the bitterest grief! She ceased, and turned upon her pillow; pale She lay, her dark eyes flashing through their tears, Like skies that rain and lighten; as a veil, Waved and o'ershading her wan cheek, appears Her streaming hair; the black curls strive, but fail To hide the glossy shoulder, which uprears Its snow through all;--her soft lips lie apart, And louder than her breathing beats her heart.

The Senhor Don Alfonso stood confused; Antonia bustled round the ransacked room, And, turning up her nose, with looks abused Her master, and his myrmidons, of whom Not one, except the attorney, was amused; He, like Achates, faithful to the tomb, So there were quarrels, cared not for the cause, Knowing they must be settled by the laws. With prying snub-nose, and small eyes, he stood, Following Antonia's motions here and there, With much suspicion in his attitude; For reputations he had little care; So that a suit or action were made good, Small pity had he for the young and fair, And ne'er believed in negatives, till these Were proved by competent false witnesses.

But Don Alfonso stood with downcast looks, And, truth to say, he made a foolish figure; When, after searching in five hundred nooks, And treating a young wife with so much rigour, He gained no point, except some self-rebukes, Added to those his lady with such vigour Had poured upon him for the last half-hour, Quick, thick, and heavy--as a thunder-shower. At first he tried to hammer an excuse, To which the sole reply was tears, and sobs, And indications of hysterics, whose Prologue is always certain throes, and throbs, Gasps, and whatever else the owners choose: Alfonso saw his wife, and thought of Job's;[77] He saw too, in perspective, her relations, And then he tried to muster all his patience.

He stood in act to speak, or rather stammer, But sage Antonia cut him short before The anvil of his speech received the hammer, With "Pray, sir, leave the room, and say no more, Or madam dies. No sooner was it bolted, than--Oh Shame! Oh Sin! Oh Sorrow! How can you do such things and keep your fame, Unless this world, and t' other too, be blind? Nothing so dear as an unfilched good name! But to proceed--for there is more behind: With much heartfelt reluctance be it said, Young Juan slipped, half-smothered, from the bed. He had been hid--I don't pretend to say How, nor can I indeed describe the where-- Young, slender, and packed easily, he lay, No doubt, in little compass, round or square; But pity him I neither must nor may His suffocation by that pretty pair; 'T were better, sure, to die so, than be shut With maudlin Clarence in his Malmsey butt.

And, secondly, I pity not, because He had no business to commit a sin, Forbid by heavenly, fined by human laws;-- At least 't was rather early to begin, But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws So much as when we call our old debts in At sixty years, and draw the accompts of evil, And find a deuced balance with the Devil. Of his position I can give no notion: 'T is written in the Hebrew Chronicle, How the physicians, leaving pill and potion, Prescribed, by way of blister, a young belle, When old King David's blood grew dull in motion, And that the medicine answered very well; Perhaps 't was in a different way applied, For David lived, but Juan nearly died.

What's to be done? Alfonso will be back The moment he has sent his fools away. Antonia's skill was put upon the rack, But no device could be brought into play-- And how to parry the renewed attack? Besides, it wanted but few hours of day: Antonia puzzled; Julia did not speak, But pressed her bloodless lip to Juan's cheek. He turned his lip to hers, and with his hand Called back the tangles of her wandering hair; Even then their love they could not all command, And half forgot their danger and despair: Antonia's patience now was at a stand-- "Come, come, 't is no time now for fooling there," She whispered, in great wrath--"I must deposit This pretty gentleman within the closet:.

What will become on 't--I'm in such a fright, The Devil's in the urchin, and no good-- Is this a time for giggling? Why, don't you know that it may end in blood? You'll lose your life, and I shall lose my place, My mistress all, for that half-girlish face. I really, madam, wonder at your taste-- Come, sir, get in --my master must be near: There, for the present, at the least, he's fast, And if we can but till the morning keep Our counsel-- Juan, mind, you must not sleep. Now, Don Alfonso entering, but alone, Closed the oration of the trusty maid: She loitered, and he told her to be gone, An order somewhat sullenly obeyed; However, present remedy was none, And no great good seemed answered if she staid: Regarding both with slow and sidelong view, She snuffed the candle, curtsied, and withdrew.

Julia, in fact, had tolerable grounds,-- Alfonso's loves with Inez were well known; But whether 't was that one's own guilt confounds-- But that can't be, as has been often shown, A lady with apologies abounds;-- It might be that her silence sprang alone From delicacy to Don Juan's ear, To whom she knew his mother's fame was dear. There might be one more motive, which makes two; Alfonso ne'er to Juan had alluded,-- Mentioned his jealousy, but never who Had been the happy lover, he concluded, Concealed amongst his premises; 't is true, His mind the more o'er this its mystery brooded; To speak of Inez now were, one may say, Like throwing Juan in Alfonso's way.

They blush, and we believe them; at least I Have always done so; 't is of no great use, In any case, attempting a reply, For then their eloquence grows quite profuse; And when at length they're out of breath, they sigh, And cast their languid eyes down, and let loose A tear or two, and then we make it up; And then--and then--and then--sit down and sup.

Alfonso closed his speech, and begged her pardon, Which Julia half withheld, and then half granted, And laid conditions he thought very hard on, Denying several little things he wanted: He stood like Adam lingering near his garden, With useless penitence perplexed and haunted;[ai] Beseeching she no further would refuse, When, lo!

A pair of shoes! My teeth begin to chatter, my veins freeze! Alfonso first examined well their fashion, And then flew out into another passion. He left the room for his relinquished sword, And Julia instant to the closet flew. I hear Alfonso's hurrying feet-- Day has not broke--there's no one in the street. None can say that this was not good advice, The only mischief was, it came too late; Of all experience 't is the usual price, A sort of income-tax laid on by fate: Juan had reached the room-door in a trice, And might have done so by the garden-gate, But met Alfonso in his dressing-gown, Who threatened death--so Juan knocked him down.

Dire was the scuffle, and out went the light; Antonia cried out "Rape! Alfonso, pommelled to his heart's desire, Swore lustily he'd be revenged this night; And Juan, too, blasphemed an octave higher; His blood was up: though young, he was a Tartar, And not at all disposed to prove a martyr. Alfonso's sword had dropped ere he could draw it, And they continued battling hand to hand, For Juan very luckily ne'er saw it; His temper not being under great command, If at that moment he had chanced to claw it, Alfonso's days had not been in the land Much longer.

And how ye may be doubly widows--wives! Alfonso grappled to detain the foe, And Juan throttled him to get away, And blood 't was from the nose began to flow; At last, as they more faintly wrestling lay, Juan contrived to give an awkward blow, And then his only garment quite gave way; He fled, like Joseph, leaving it; but there, I doubt, all likeness ends between the pair.

Lights came at length, and men, and maids, who found An awkward spectacle their eyes before; Antonia in hysterics, Julia swooned, Alfonso leaning, breathless, by the door; Some half-torn drapery scattered on the ground, Some blood, and several footsteps, but no more: Juan the gate gained, turned the key about, And liking not the inside, locked the out. Here ends this canto. The pleasant scandal which arose next day, The nine days' wonder which was brought to light, And how Alfonso sued for a divorce, Were in the English newspapers, of course.

If you would like to see the whole proceedings, The depositions, and the Cause at full, The names of all the witnesses, the pleadings Of Counsel to nonsuit, or to annul, There's more than one edition, and the readings Are various, but they none of them are dull: The best is that in short-hand ta'en by Gurney,[82] Who to Madrid on purpose made a journey.

But Donna Inez, to divert the train Of one of the most circulating scandals That had for centuries been known in Spain, At least since the retirement of the Vandals, First vowed and never had she vowed in vain To Virgin Mary several pounds of candles; And then, by the advice of some old ladies, She sent her son to be shipped off from Cadiz. She had resolved that he should travel through All European climes, by land or sea, To mend his former morals, and get new, Especially in France and Italy-- At least this is the thing most people do. Julia was sent into a convent--she Grieved--but, perhaps, her feelings may be better[ak] Shown in the following copy of her Letter This was Don Juan's earliest scrape; but whether I shall proceed with his adventures is Dependent on the public altogether; We'll see, however, what they say to this: Their favour in an author's cap's a feather, And no great mischief's done by their caprice; And if their approbation we experience, Perhaps they'll have some more about a year hence.

My poem's epic, and is meant to be Divided in twelve books; each book containing, With Love, and War, a heavy gale at sea, A list of ships, and captains, and kings reigning, New characters; the episodes are three:[as] A panoramic view of Hell's in training, After the style of Virgil and of Homer, So that my name of Epic's no misnomer.

There's only one slight difference between Me and my epic brethren gone before, And here the advantage is my own, I ween Not that I have not several merits more, But this will more peculiarly be seen ; They so embellish, that 't is quite a bore Their labyrinth of fables to thread through, Whereas this story's actually true. Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope; Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey; Because the first is crazed beyond all hope, The second drunk,[86] the third so quaint and mouthy: With Crabbe it may be difficult to cope, And Campbell's Hippocrene is somewhat drouthy: Thou shalt not steal from Samuel Rogers, nor Commit--flirtation with the muse of Moore.

Thou shalt not covet Mr. If any person should presume to assert This story is not moral, first, I pray, That they will not cry out before they're hurt, Then that they'll read it o'er again, and say But, doubtless, nobody will be so pert That this is not a moral tale, though gay: Besides, in Canto Twelfth, I mean to show The very place where wicked people go.

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If, after all, there should be some so blind To their own good this warning to despise, Led by some tortuosity of mind, Not to believe my verse and their own eyes, And cry that they "the moral cannot find," I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies; Should captains the remark, or critics, make, They also lie too--under a mistake. The public approbation I expect, And beg they'll take my word about the moral, Which I with their amusement will connect So children cutting teeth receive a coral ; Meantime they'll doubtless please to recollect My epical pretensions to the laurel: For fear some prudish readers should grow skittish, I've bribed my Grandmother's Review--the British.

I sent it in a letter to the Editor, Who thanked me duly by return of post-- I'm for a handsome article his creditor; Yet, if my gentle Muse he please to roast, And break a promise after having made it her, Denying the receipt of what it cost, And smear his page with gall instead of honey, All I can say is--that he had the money. But now at thirty years my hair is grey-- I wonder what it will be like at forty? I thought of a peruke the other day-- [av] My heart is not much greener; and, in short, I Have squandered my whole summer while 't was May, And feel no more the spirit to retort; I Have spent my life, both interest and principal, And deem not, what I deemed--my soul invincible.

No more--no more--Oh! Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew? Once all in all, but now a thing apart, Thou canst not be my blessing or my curse: The illusion's gone for ever, and thou art Insensible, I trust, but none the worse, And in thy stead I've got a deal of judgment, Though Heaven knows how it ever found a lodgment. My days of love are over; me no more[90] The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow, Can make the fool of which they made before,-- In short, I must not lead the life I did do; The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, The copious use of claret is forbid too, So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

Ambition was my idol, which was broken Before the shrines of Sorrow, and of Pleasure; And the two last have left me many a token O'er which reflection may be made at leisure: Now, like Friar Bacon's Brazen Head, I've spoken, "Time is, Time was, Time's past:"[91]--a chymic treasure Is glittering Youth, which I have spent betimes-- My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes. What is the end of Fame? What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's King Cheops erected the first Pyramid And largest, thinking it was just the thing To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid; But somebody or other rummaging, Burglariously broke his coffin's lid: Let not a monument give you or me hopes, Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.

But I, being fond of true philosophy, Say very often to myself, "Alas! All things that have been born were born to die, And flesh which Death mows down to hay is grass; You've passed your youth not so unpleasantly, And if you had it o'er again--'t would pass-- So thank your stars that matters are no worse, And read your Bible, sir, and mind your purse.

But for the present, gentle reader! I cast thee on the waters--go thy ways! And if, as I believe, thy vein be good, The World will find thee after many days. Music Composed by Mr. He was cast for the part, in , at Sadler's Wells, and, again, on a memorable occasion, November 28, , at Covent Garden Theatre, when the O. William Augustus, second son of George II. Ferdinand, Duke of Brunswick , gained the victory at Minden, August 1, He died in Augustus, Viscount Keppel, Admiral , was tried by court-martial, January-February, , for allowing the French fleet off Ushant to escape, July, He was honourably acquitted.

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All that I have ever written on that subject has been done since his decline;--I never 'met him in the hour of his success. A year and some months ago, I had the pleasure of seeing at Venice my friend the honourable Douglas Kinnaird. It is no puerile vanity which induces me to publish this fact;--but Mr. Hazlitt accuses my inconsistency, and infers my inaccuracy. Perhaps he will admit that, with regard to the latter, one of the most intimate family connections of the Emperor may be equally capable of deciding on the subject. I tell Mr. Hazlitt that I never flattered Napoleon on the throne, nor maligned him since his fall.

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I wrote what I think are the incredible antitheses of his character. I have denied this long ago--but, even were it true, Locke tells us, that all his knowledge of human understanding was derived from studying his own mind. From Mr. Hazlitt's opinion of my poetry I do not appeal; but I request that gentleman not to insult me by imputing the basest of crimes,--viz. Has he become more fortunate since ? London, He was guillotined November 30, Jean Pierre Brissot de Warville, philosopher and politician, born January 14, , was one of the principal instigators of the revolt of the Champ de Mars, July, He was guillotined October 31, Proscribed by the Girondins, he poisoned himself to escape the guillotine, March 28, In he fell under Robespierre's displeasure, and to escape proscription took refuge in the department of Calvados.

In his body was found in a field, half eaten by wolves. In , at the bar of the National Convention, he described himself as the "Speaker of Mankind.

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On the scaffold he begged to be executed last, "in order to establish certain principles. Georges Jacques Danton, born October 28, , helped to establish the Revolutionary Tribunal, March 10, and the Committee of Public Safety, April 6, ; agreed to proscription of the Girondists, June, ; was executed with Camille Desmoulins and others, April 5, Jean Paul Marat, born May 24, , physician and man of science, proposed and carried out the wholesale massacre of September , ; was denounced to, but acquitted by, the Revolutionary Tribunal, May, ; assassinated by Charlotte Corday, July 13, Vincent, all "the famous persons" mentioned in stanzas ii.

He died May 31, He was mortally wounded at Marengo, June 14, He was struck by a cannon-ball at the battle of Dresden, August 27, and died September 2, Is there any resemblance? If there be, it is in those who make it--I can see none. The allusions in stanzas xii. He lectured, in , at the Royal Institution and elsewhere. I have at least seen Romilly shivered, who was one of the assassins. When that felon or lunatic Did he who in his drivelling sexagenary dotage had not the courage to survive his Nurse--for what else was a wife to him at his time of life?

But the wretch is in his grave," etc. A watch which contained his latest improvements was worn by Captain Cook during his three years' circumnavigation of the globe. I did not know," he adds, "till afterwards the real object of their visit.

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I thought their questions singular, frivolous, and somewhat importunate, if not impertinent: but what should I have thought, if I had known that they were sent to provide proofs of my insanity? Hence, perhaps, the mention of "druggists. Why apply everything to that absurd woman? I have no reference to living characters. Charlment i. It is evident from Byron's reply to Hobhouse's remonstrance that Medwin did not invent this incident, but that some one, perhaps Fletcher's wife, had told him that his papers had been overhauled.

Rhys Roberts, , pp. Longinus says the circumstantial assemblage of the passions makes the sublime; he does not talk of the sublime being soaring and ample. By the representation which Saint Augustine gives of himself in his youth, it is easy to see that he was what we should call a rake. He avoided the school as the plague; he loved nothing but gaming and public shows; he robbed his father of everything he could find; he invented a thousand lies to escape the rod, which they were obliged to make use of to punish his irregularities.

See, for instance, letter to the Hon. Augusta Byron, April 23, In another letter to John M. Pigot, August 9, , he speaks of her as "Mrs. Having ascended an eminence commanding the last view of Granada, the Moors paused involuntarily to take a farewell gaze at their beloved city, which a few steps more would shut from their sight for ever The heart of Boabdil, softened by misfortunes, and overcharged with grief, could no longer contain itself. God is great! Francis who had the wife of snow--in that case the line must run, 'St. Francis back to reason. For the seven snow-balls, of which "the greatest" was his wife, see Life of "St.

Ellis , , v. Alban Butler, , ii. He was the author of thirty-seven sonnets, five canzoni, and three pastorals. I've said, in the moments of mirth, What's devotion to thee or to me? The Cow-pox, Tractors, Galvanism, and Gas. Napoleon caused his soldiers to be vaccinated, and imagined that the English would be gratified by his recognition of Jenner's discovery.

Sir William Congreve invented "Congreve rockets" or shells in They were used with great effect at the battle of Leipzig, in I told her, 'Nothing,--but your husband is coming. You may suppose we laughed when she found out the mistake. You will be amused, as I was;--it happened not three hours ago. It should be borne in mind that the loves of Juan and Julia, the irruption of Don Alfonso, etc.

The First Canto had been completed before the Countess Guiccioli appeared on the scene. Count O'Reilly did not take Algiers--but Algiers very nearly took him: he and his army and fleet retreated with great loss, and not much credit, from before that city, in the year In he was appointed commander-in-chief of the forces equipped against the army of the French National Convention.

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For Byron, Robert Southey and Wordsworth are "sellouts" in the first have sense? You [Southey] have your salary? And Wordsworth has his place in the Excise. There is a movement from the micro-level of individual behavior, to the national level, to the international level? Byron's uneasy relationship with theBritish economic empire is found as early as The Curse ofMinerva. Although Minerva's narrator tries to fend off I would like to thank Hugh Roberts for his comments on this essay, i. Jerome J. Quotations of Byron's poetry, identified by line number for the short poems, or canto and stanza for the longer works, are taken from this edition.

Elgin's sin is to turn sacred ruins into commerce. Hence, Minerva's analysis of the corruption of British and her retributive curse, is economic in nature; after a society, scathing critique of British imperialism, which includes the prediction of a national ist rebellion in India, she turns to London: Now fare ye well, enjoy your little hour, Go grasp the shadow of your vanish'd power; Gloss o'er the failure of each fondest scheme, Your a name, your bloated wealth a dream: strength Gone is thatGold, themarvel of mankind, And Pirates barter all that's leftbehind. No more the hirelings, near and far, purchas'd Crowd to the ranks of mercenary war.

The idle merchant on the useless quay, o'er the bales no bark may bear away; Droops Or back returning sees rejected stores Rot on his own encumber'd shores: piecemeal The starv'd mechanic breaks his loom, rusting And mans him the common doom. Vain is each voice where tones could once command, E'en factions cease to charm a factious land; Yet sects convulse a sister isle, jarring And lightwith maddening hands themutual pile. Malcolm Kelsall briefly observes that passages in Don such as 8. However, in the above passage fromMi nerva, we can see that economics structures and sell politics: Elgin's buying ing of theAttic relics is figured as the larger commercial corruption of the English body politic, and the goddess' curse startswith a blight on com merce and then to the dissolution into progresses government's warring factions.

I suggest that Byron's economic views were internationalist in if scope, not pro to-Marxist. Don does not focus on a labor-based class Juan struggle; we are never taken inside a or onto a for factory, plantation raising crops to the core powers element in Immanuel Wallerstein's export a major globalized model of capitalism.

However, the commercialized poem's world fitsWallerstein and Fernand Braudel's model of a as "world-system," countries sewn ever closer trade and a Byron depicts together by finance, process guided by the hegemonic core of the order, Great Britain. The fact are power, is, riches and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.

The claim thatDon Juan is a world-systemic poem without being Marxist is not as paradoxical as it sounds. Wallerstein departs fromMarxist economic models in significant ways, notably in his emphasis that capitalism's development in theWest is to be located in globalizing chains" and not in a "commodity change in the mode of production see Historical Capitalism [London: Verso, ].

While I do not endorse every aspect of Wallerstein's theory such as his diminution of cultural factors like the Protestant Ethic, and his insistence that the world-system comprises a single unit , I find his theory useful for un derstanding Byron's depiction of global economic and political relations in the early s in Don Juan.

Braudel 47; Byron quoted in Kelsall 54 Byron's emphasis. McGann argues that "Byron's world is not a system; it is a net work of and orders, some of which in some systems may overlap ways, some of which do not. The key to the form of Don Juan, then, is the episodic method, where fortuitousness, not probability, is sought, and where plans and designs operate only in restricted ways. The contradictory political stance of Byron's epic constant tension between a rhetoric of resistance, and poem?

To understand this is to understand why Byron stopped writing Don Juan, and why he poured his savings into the Greek nationalist movement. Don was itself a an element in Juan commodity, global trade, and for Byron joining the Greek struggle represented a more authentic way of rocking the markets of tyrants to their foundation. But the pathos or bathos of his political activism is that it prefigured simply one more role for the global consumer: because he could never coherently articulate an to the economic at opposition world-system, Byron's attempt political heroism ended up with him dying as a tourist.

Here, gives entirely perspective Napoleon's historical significance, on why he fell and the power that guides theworld: Who hold the balance of the world? Who reign O'er Congress, whether royalist or liberal? Paul Jay, "Beyond Discipline? That make Who keep theworld, both old and new, in pain Or pleasure? Who make politics run glibber all?

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The shade of Bonaparte's noble daring?? Jew Rothschild, and his fellow Christian Baring. Ferguson emphasizes important to the bankers was not politics per se, but business opportunities; attraction of counter-revolution. It would be a mistake to all" view the of canto 12 as an attack on financiers; nor is it opening Jewish merely describing bankers, as Byron discusses not just banking but trade in The he describes is not a banker, or merchant, general.

Dundas quoted in Ferguson 89; Ferguson Because, say, nought calls for such a trial;? Citing these passages, Jerome Christensen has argued that the misers do not represent economic but rather create a sinkhole, the dynamic expansion, "fetishizing tokens of commerce and blocking Yet the misers' wealth is exchange.


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Castlereagh's as a referred to him as a weak an power foreign secretary, Byron figure, we see source "intellectual eunuch" Dedication Now why. The of the "wealth of worlds a wealth of tax and paper " In fact, despite the paper-based nature of loans, if anything had permanence in Byron's poetic depiction of a fallen world with its golden age long past, it ismisers and theirmoneymaking. By contrast, themi ser,with no place in the public mythology of leadership, has both poetic and social power: He is your only pure poet;?

His very cellars might be kings' abodes; While he, despising every sensual call, Commands? The influence of his wealth does not, at least represent any particular economic system, but rather explicitly, the temptation of theWorld, the Flesh and theDevil, which Guyon resists with his devout faith and emphasis on brave achievements. By contrast, stanzas are not a moral but a Byron's allegory poetic journalism, depicting world inwhich money holds full sway and there is no coherent alternative toMammon's lure.

For Mammon could be resisted in the name of Spenser, God; for Byron, nineteenth-century misers merit with saints, comparison cynics, and hermits We would expect to condemn these financial inter Byron vociferously ests. In Don Juan the paper credit of the bond market ismerged with accumulation in gen eral, and identified as supporting the "Conspiracy or congress to be made? Yet, de the clear satiric tone, attitude toward these modern of spite Byron's figures is not one of exposure or denunciation, but ambivalence.

According to Philip W. Martin, "Don Juan is a poem which is continuously the body over the mind. In this inverted world, it isMammon that has temperance. On the other hand, the obvious that follows? Cervantes' Don Qui io. Quotations from The Faerie Queene, identified by book, canto, and stanza, are taken from this edition.

Philip W. Plodding through vulgar fractions is all that is ultimately real, in the end; a of production and a world of surfaces, with cycle consumption generates out depth. The world-system is not the subject of a digressive commentary in a late canto, but structures Juan's journey through Asia and Europe. Byron's stress is always on money and commodities and theway they cross borders, and over the course of the poem his main character is both himself a com modity, and a promoter of trade.

Although Byron will rewrite Spenser in canto 12, he begins his poem by updating Homer, emphasizing that his poem is an of trade and finance. Don Juan arrives in Cadiz? Shipwrecked soon after,Juan finds himself on a Greek island inhabited by a character who recalls The Corsairs pirate Conrad, save thatLambro might better be described as a piratical merchant capitalist: A fisherman he had been in his youth, And still a sort of fisherman was he; But other were, in sooth, speculations Added to his connection with the sea, not so in truth: Perhaps respectable, A little smuggling, and some piracy, Left him, at last, the sole of many masters Of an ill-gotten million of piastres.

Byron's depiction of Lambro involves a cer tain as his oriental romances, for all their sensationalism, cynicism, early made a "political contribution," according toMarilyn Butler, "familiar izing] a British and, rapidly, a European readership with the idea that the fightwithin Greece [for independence] would not be led by 'respectable' leaders of churchmen, landowners, or merchants, but society, wealthy by irregulars of little or no social standing, the bandits or 'klefts' in hill coun on sea.

Ensconced in Lambro's castle, Juan wallows in luxury and wealth with Haidee in what amounts to an consumerist original paradise. Haidee and Juan carpeted their feet On crimson satin, border'd with pale blue; Their sofa occupied three parts complete Of the new. Juan, in short, is living on a loan, and when Lambro returns, it is called in. A modern-day Odysseus, he has a Although Juan himself is hence in a vulnerable position, canto 5 as a whole represents the growing Western influence in Turkish affairs. In the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century theEmpire responded to increasing economic and military pressure by centralizing its bureaucracy and streamlining its tax collection system which helped to provoke the Greek Revolution.

As with Lambro, Byron updates his oriental tales and gives his Eastern tyrant a more concrete socioeconomic role, as the Sultan in cantos 5 and 6 is con cerned with Russian advances and a weakened economy: But as itwas, his Highness had to hold His council upon ways and means, daily How to encounter with thismartial scold [Catherine 11of Russia], This modern Amazon and Queen of Queans; And the perplexity could not be told Of all the Pillars of the state,which leans Sometimes a little heavy on the backs Of those who cannot on a new tax.

Hurewitz quoted inWallerstein Byron himself commented in the notes to Childe Harold's Pilgrimage n that "The Mussulmans have been beaten into a kind of sullen civility, very comfortable to voyagers" CPW 2. Ironically, after giving himself credit for setting off an explosion of commercial Orientalism, he observes that his own narrative of Juan's entry into the Sultan's palace is now redundant:. I won't describe; description ismy forte, But every fool describes in these bright days His wond'rous to some court, journey foreign And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise?

Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport; While Nature, tortured twenty thousand ways, Resigns herself with exemplary patience To tours, sketches, illustrations. He announces this in Byron challenging tention in a more abuse upon Castle preface, heaping the now-deceased reagh, identifying England as the engineer of an international regime of tyranny, and on the role of the denouncer of this regime its taking against bought-off apologists lines Mind, good People! Or rather Peoples? The web of these Tarantulas each day Increases, till you shall make common cause: None, save the Spanish Fly and Attic Bee, As yet are strongly stinging to be free.

What remained im was the amount of time and the of circumstance re ponderable variety to conduct him, and the poem, to that resolution. Byron had earlier linked Rousseau's concept of the "noble savage" with liberal revolutions, as in Childe Harold iv: Can tyrantsbut by tyrants conquered be, And Freedom find no champion and no child. Or must such minds be nourished in the wild, in the unpruned forest, 'midst the roar Deep Of cataracts, where Nature smiled nursing On infantWashington?

Has Earth no more Such seeds within her breast, or no such shore? Europe stanza 96 makes a similar in Don on the merits of "General Byron commentary Juan [Daniel] Boon [sic]," the "back-woodsman of Kentucky" 8. This is not a random insertion, as a few stanzas later Juan shows that he car ries the seeds of freedom in his breast. Fighting for theRussians, he turns against his own side to save a Turkish girl frommarauding Cossack soldiers, becoming a figure of natural nobility who comes to the rescue of the girl in her moment of pain and fear.

The brutality of the Cossacks, meanwhile, is blamed not on their natures, but on the political system that they're a part of: [M]atched with them The rudest brute that roams Siberia's wild Has feelings pure and polished as a gem,? Their natures? Yet Byron does not pursue this theme. Don Juan has been called a poem of freedom and a "possible influence As a war hero in St. Not homesick at all, a few stanzas later he writes to his family: He wrote to Spain:?

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. Juan's private individual is an then, not for a nation, but for an destiny allegory, single emergent global economic system. Andrew Rutherford New York: St. Martin's, This is shown when an actual his torical Catherine n, makes an appearance and becomes lover.



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