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 | Miscellaneous writings of the late Dr. Maginn |  |
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DON JUAN UNREAD.
BYRON.
Of Corinth Castle we had read
The amazing Siege unravelled,
Had swallowed Lara and the Giaour,
And with Childe Harold travelled;
And so we followed cloven-foot
As faithfully as any,
Until he cried, “Come, turn aside
And read of Don Giovanni.”
The amazing Siege unravelled,
Had swallowed Lara and the Giaour,
And with Childe Harold travelled;
And so we followed cloven-foot
As faithfully as any,
Until he cried, “Come, turn aside
And read of Don Giovanni.”
“Let Whiggish folk, frae Holland House,
Who have been lying, prating,
Read Don Giovanni, 'tis their own,
A child of their creating!
On jests profane they love to feed,
And there they are—and many;
But we, who link not with the crew,
Regard not Don Giovanni.
Who have been lying, prating,
Read Don Giovanni, 'tis their own,
A child of their creating!
On jests profane they love to feed,
And there they are—and many;
But we, who link not with the crew,
Regard not Don Giovanni.
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“There's Godwin's daughter, Shelley's wife,
A writing fearful stories;
There's Hazlitt, who, with Hunt and Keats
Brays forth in Cockney chorus;
There's pleasant Thomas Moore, a lad
Who sings of Rose and Fanny;
Why throw away these wits so gay
To take up Don Giovanni.
A writing fearful stories;
There's Hazlitt, who, with Hunt and Keats
Brays forth in Cockney chorus;
There's pleasant Thomas Moore, a lad
Who sings of Rose and Fanny;
Why throw away these wits so gay
To take up Don Giovanni.
“What's Juan but a shameless tale,
That bursts all rules asunder?
There are a thousand such elsewhere
As worthy of your wonder.”
Strange words they seem'd of slight and scorn;
His lordship look'd not canny;
And took a pinch of snuff, to think
I flouted Don Giovanni.
That bursts all rules asunder?
There are a thousand such elsewhere
As worthy of your wonder.”
Strange words they seem'd of slight and scorn;
His lordship look'd not canny;
And took a pinch of snuff, to think
I flouted Don Giovanni.
“O! rich,” said I, “are Juan's rhymes,
And warm its verse is flowing!
Fair crops of Blasphemy it bears,
But we will leave them growing.
In Pindar's strain, in prose of Paine,
And many another Zanny,
As gross, we read, so where's the need,
To wade through Don Giovanni.
And warm its verse is flowing!
Fair crops of Blasphemy it bears,
But we will leave them growing.
In Pindar's strain, in prose of Paine,
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As gross, we read, so where's the need,
To wade through Don Giovanni.
“Let Colburn's town-bred cattle snuff
The filths of Lady Morgan,
Let Maturin to amorous themes
Attune his barrel organ!
We will not read them, will not hear
The parson or the granny;
And, I dare say, as bad as they,
Or worse, is Don Giovanni.
The filths of Lady Morgan,
Let Maturin to amorous themes
Attune his barrel organ!
We will not read them, will not hear
The parson or the granny;
And, I dare say, as bad as they,
Or worse, is Don Giovanni.
“Be Juan then unseen, unknown!
It must, or we may rue it;
We may have virtue of our own;
Ah! why should we undo it?
The treasured faith of days long past,
We still shall prize o'er any;
And we shall grieve to hear the gibes
Of scoffing Don Giovanni.
It must, or we may rue it;
We may have virtue of our own;
Ah! why should we undo it?
The treasured faith of days long past,
We still shall prize o'er any;
And we shall grieve to hear the gibes
Of scoffing Don Giovanni.
“When Whigs with freezing rule shall come,
And piety seem folly;
When Cam and Isis curbed by Brougham,
Shall wander melancholy;
When Cobbet, Wooler, Watson, Hunt,
And all the swinish many,
Shall rough-shod ride o'er church and state,
Then hey! for Don Giovanni.”
And piety seem folly;
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Shall wander melancholy;
When Cobbet, Wooler, Watson, Hunt,
And all the swinish many,
Shall rough-shod ride o'er church and state,
Then hey! for Don Giovanni.”
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