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Don Juan Poems

Bob Southey! You’re a poet, poet laureate,
    And representative of all the races.
Although ’tis true that you turned out a Tory at
    Last, yours has lately been a common cause.
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 pie,

Which pye being opened 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 encumbered 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.
’Tis 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 the 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 the 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; wasn’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.

For me, who, wandering with pedestrian Muses,
    Contend not with you on the winged’ steed,
I wish your fate may yield ye when she chooses,
    The fame you envy and the skill you need.
And recollect a poet nothing loses
    In giving to his brethren their full meed
Of merit, and complaint of present days
Is not a certain path to future praise.

He that reserves his laurels for posterity
    (Who does not often claim the bright reversion)
Has generally no great crop to spare it, he
    Being only injured by his own assertion.
And although here and there some glorious rarity
    Arise like Titan from the sea’s immersion,
The major part of such appellants go
To—God knows where—for no one else can know.

AuthorLord Byron
Language English
No. of Pages238
PDF Size6.9 MB

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