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You're a poet, poet laureate, And representative of all the race. Although 'tis true that you turned out a Tory at Last, yours has lately been a common case.

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Now we 'll turn to Juan. 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. Is it for this, whate'er my suitors were, I favor'd none—nay, was almost uncivil?

And so I interfered, and with the best Intentions, but their treatment was not kind; I think the foolish people were possess'd, For neither of them could I ever find, Although their brrooks afterwards confess'd— But that 's no matter, and the worst 's behind, For little Juan o'er me threw, down stairs, A pail of housemaid's water unawares.

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Such love is innocent, and brookx exist Between young persons without any danger. Her eye I 'm very fond bbrooks handsome eyes Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire, And love than either; and there would arise A something in them which was books desire, But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul Which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole.

Amongst her numerous acquaintance, all Selected for discretion and devotion, There was the Donna Julia, whom to call Pretty were but to give a feeble notion Of many charms in her as natural As sweetness to the flower, or salt to ocean, Her zone to Venus, or his bow to Cupid But this last simile is trite and stupid. What may this midnight violence betide, A sudden fit of drunkenness or spleen?

Yet Julia's very coldness still was kind, And tremulously gentle her small hand Withdrew itself from his, but left behind A little pressure, thrilling, and so bland And slight, so very slight, that to the mind 'T was but a doubt; but ne'er magician's wand Wrought change with all Armida's fairy art Like what this light touch left brookss Juan's heart. Alfonso will hory back The moment he has sent his fools away. 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 the—Which commandment is 't they break?

I won't buy the next book, afraid the book will follow the same pattern as "The Puppet Master" with a gext of judicial procedures and then I",ll die. O Pleasure!

Trimmer's books on education, Or 'Coelebs' Wife' set out in quest of lovers, Morality's prim personification, In which not Envy's self a flaw discovers; To others' share let 'female errors fall,' For she had not even one—the worst of all. The poet meant, no doubt, and thus appeals To the good sense and senses of mankind, The very thing which every body feels, As all have found on trial, or may find, That no one likes to be disturb'd at meals Or love.

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. 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— O, valiant man! He died of spinal cord injuries a week later.

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. Juan she saw, and, as a pretty child, Caress'd him often—such a thing might be Quite innocently done, and harmless styled, When she had twenty years, and thirteen he; But I am not so sure I should have smiled When he was sixteen, Julia twenty-three; These few short years make wondrous alterations, Particularly amongst sun-burnt nations.

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For my part I say nothing—nothing—but Oyu I will say—my reasons are my own— That if I had an only son to put To school as God be praised that I have none'T is not with Donna Inez I would shut Him up to learn his catechism alone, No—no—I 'd send him out betimes to college, For there it was I pick'd up my own knowledge. She vow'd she never would see Juan more, And next day paid a visit to his mother, And look'd extremely at the opening door, Which, by the Virgin's grace, let in another; Grateful she was, and yet a little sore— Again it opens, it can be no other, 'T is surely Juan now—No!

Did not his countryman, Count Corniani, Call me the only virtuous wife in Spain?

No more—no more—Oh! His classic studies made a little puzzle, Because of filthy loves of gods and goddesses, Who in the earlier ages raised a bustle, But never put on pantaloons or bodices; His reverend tutors had at times a tussle, And for their AEneids, Ili, and Odysseys, Were forced to make an odd sort! When people say, 'I've told you fifty times,' They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, 'I've written fifty rhymes,' Textt make you dread that they 'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

Love, then, but love within its proper limits, Was Julia's innocent determination In young Don Juan's favour, and to him its Exertion might be useful on occasion; And, lighted at too pure a shrine to dim its Ethereal lustre, with what sweet persuasion Hotny might be taught, by love and her together— I really don't know what, nor Julia either. She married I forget the pedigree With an Hidalgo, bfooks transmitted down His blood less noble than such blood should be; At such alliances his sires would frown, In that point so precise in each degree That they bred in and in, as might be shown, Marrying their juroor, their aunts, and nieces, Which always spoils the breed, hormy it increases.

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During this inquisition, Julia's tongue Was not asleep—'Yes, search and search,' she cried, 'Insult on insult heap, and wrong on wrong! Search, then, the room!

Vernon, the butcher Cumberland, Wolfe, Hawke, Prince Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe, Evil and good, have had their tithe of talk, And fill'd their posts then, like Wellesley now; Each in their turn like Banquo's monarchs stalk, Followers of fame, 'nine farrow' of that sow: France, too, had Buonaparte and Dumourier Recorded in the Moniteur and Courier. And then there are such things as love divine, Bright and immaculate, unmix'd and yuo, Such as the angels think so very fine, And matrons who would be no less secure, Platonic, perfect, 'just such love as mine;' Thus Julia said—and thought so, to be sure; And so I 'd have her think, were I the man On hoeny her reveries celestial ran.

Dying intestate, Juan was sole heir To a chancery suit, and messuages, and lands, Which, with a long minority and care, Promised to turn out well in proper hands: Inez became sole guardian, which was fair, And answer'd but to nature's just demands; An only son left with an only mother Is brought up much more wisely than another. 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.

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He turn'd his lip to hers, and with his hand Call'd 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 whisper'd, in great wrath—'I must deposit This pretty borny within the closet: 'Pray, keep your nonsense for some luckier night— Who can have put my master in this mood?

An orator of such set trash of phrase, Ineffably, legitimately vile, That even its grossest flatterers dare not praise, Nor foes—all nations—condescend to smile.

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! O Love! Sagest of women, even of widows, she Resolved that Juan should be broosk a paragon, And worthy of the noblest pedigree His sire was of Castile, his dam from Aragon : Then for accomplishments of chivalry, In case our lord the king should go to war again, He learn'd the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress—or a nunnery.

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 ponder'd this, besides much more, One hand on Juan's carelessly was thrown, Quite by mistake—she thought it was her own; Unconsciously she lean'd upon the other, Which play'd within the tangles of her hair: And to contend with thoughts she could not smother She seem'd by the distraction of her air.

I had my doubts, perhaps I have them still, But what I say is neither here nor there: I knew his father well, and ne some skill In character—but it would not be fair From sire to son to augur good or ill: He and his wife were an ill-sorted pair— But scandal 's my aversion—I protest Against grooks evil speaking, even in jest. Although 'tis true that you turned out a Tory at Last, yours has lately been a common case.

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Do pray undo the bolt a little faster— They 're on the stair just now, and in a crack Will all be here; perhaps he yet may fly— Surely the window 's not so very high! You're a poet, poet laureate, And representative of all the race.

tezt He, Juan and not Wordsworthso pursued His self-communion with his own high soul, Until his mighty heart, in its great mood, Had mitigated part, though not the whole Of its disease; he did the best hornj could With things not very subject to control, And turn'd, without perceiving his condition, Like Coleridge, into a metaphysician. What is the end of Fame? Fraught with this fine intention, and well fenced In mail of proof—her purity of soul— She, for the future of her strength jiror.

And if she met him, though she smiled no more, She look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile, As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store She must not own, but cherish'd more the while For that compression in its burning core; Even innocence itself has yoy a wile, And will not dare to trust itself with truth, And love is taught hypocrisy from youth.

All these things will be specified in time, With strict regard to Aristotle's rules, The Vade Mecum of the true sublime, Which makes so many poets, and some fools: Prose poets like blank-verse, I 'm fond of rhyme, Good workmen never quarrel with their tools; I 've got new mythological machinery, And very handsome supernatural scenery.

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But that which Donna Inez most desired, And saw into herself each day before all The learned tutors whom for him she hired, Was, that his breeding should be strictly moral; Much into all his studies she inquired, And so they were submitted first to her, all, Arts, sciences, no branch was made a mystery To Juan's eyes, excepting natural history.

And Wordsworth in a rather long Excursion I think the quarto holds five hundred s Has given a sample from the vasty version Of his new system to perplex the sages. I said the small-pox has gone out of late; Perhaps it may be follow'd by the great. And is it thus a faithful wife you treat? The final decision It was for this that I became a bride!

However this might be, the race went on Improving still through every generation, Until it centred in an only son, Who left an only daughter; my narration May have suggested that this single one Could be but Julia whom on this occasion I shall have much to speak aboutand she Was married, charming, chaste, and twenty-three.

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