Page images


in the same proportion that neglect is distressing to an author, then none of his lordship's productions can afford him so ample a field for self-congratulation as the Don Juan. Revilers and partisans have alike contributed to the popularity of this singular work; and the result is, that scarcely any poem of the present day has been more generally read, or its continuation more eagerly and impatiently awaited. Its poetical merits have been ex. tolled to the skies by its admirers, and the Priest and the Levite, though they have joined to anathematise it, have not, when they came in its way, passed by on the other side.'

“ But little progress is made in the history and adventures of the hero in these three additional cantos. The fact is, however, that nothing has appeared, from the beginning, to be farther from the author's intention, than to render his Don Juan any thing like a regular narrative. On the contrary, its general appearance tends strongly to remind us of the learned philosopher's treatise -'De rebus omnibus et quibusdam aliis.' And here we cannot avoid remarking, what an admirable method those persons must possess of reconciling contradictions, who, in the same breath, censure the poem for its want of plan, and impeach the writer of a deliberate design against the religion and government of the country. His lordship has himself given, what appears to us a very candid exposition of his motives

the fact is, that I have nothing plann'd, Unless it were to be a moment merry,

A novel word in my vocabulary.' Indeed, the whole poem has completely the appearance of being produced in those intervals in which an active and powerful mind, habitually engaged in literary occupation, relaxes from its more serious labours, and amuses itself with comparative trifling. Hence the narrative is interrupted by continual digressions, and the general character of the language is that of irony and sarcastic humour; - an apparent levity, which, however, often serves but as a veil to deep reflection. Nor can the talent of the master. hand be always concealed : it involuntarily betrays itself in the touches of the pathetic and sublime which frequently present themselves in the course of the poem; in the thoughts 'too big for utterance, and too deep for tears,' which are interspersed in various parts of it.”- CAMPBELL.]

[ocr errors]



Nothing so difficult as a beginning

In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning

The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend, Like Lucifer when hurl'd from heaven for sinning;

Our sin the same, and hard as his to mend, Being pride, (') which leads the mind to soar too far, Till our own weakness shows us what we are. (2)


But Time, which brings all beings to their level,

And sharp Adversity, will teach at last Man,-and, as we would hope, -perhaps the devil,

That neither of their intellects are vast;



“ how glorious once above thy sphere,
Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me down,
Warring in heaven against heaven's matchless King."

Paradise Lost.]
["the same sin that overthrew the angels,
And of all sins most easily besets
Mortals the nearest to the angelic nature:
The vile are only vain; the great are proud"

Marino Falicro.]

While youth's hot wishes in our red veins revel,

We know not this— the blood flows on too fast; But as the torrent widens towards the ocean, We ponder deeply on each past emotion. (1)


As boy, I thought myself a clever fellow,

And wish'd that others held the same opinion ; They took it up when my days grew more mellow,

And other minds acknowledged my dominion: Now my sere fancy “ falls into the yellow

Leaf," (?) and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.


And if I laugh at any mortal thing,

'Tis that I may not weep; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot always bring

Itself to apathy, for we must steep

(1) [" Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,

And shuts up all the passages of joy :
In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour,
The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r ;
With listless eyes the dotard views the store,
He views, and wonders that they please no more."

JOHNSON'S Vanity of Human Wishes. “'Tis a grand poem- and so true! - true as the 10th of Juvenal him. self. The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea -- the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment.” – B. Diary, 1821.] (2)

my May of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf.” – Macbeth.]

Our hearts first in the depths of Lethe's spring,

Ere what we least wish to behold will sleep:
Thetis baptized her mortal son in Styx;()
A mortal mother would on Lethe fix.()


Some have accused me of a strange design

Against the creed and morals of the land,(3) And trace it in this poem every

line :
I don't pretend that I quite understand
My own meaning when I would be very fine;

But the fact is that I have nothing plann’d,
Unless it were to be a moment merry,
A novel word in my vocabulary.

(1) [Achilles is said to have been dipped by his mother in the river Styx, to render him invulnerable.] (2)

[-“a slow and silent stream,
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls
Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks
Forthwith his former state and being forgets,
Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain."

Paradise Lost, b. vi.] (3) [" Lord Byron is the very Comus of poetry, who, by the bewitching airiness of his numbers, aims to turn the moral world into a herd of monsters." - WATKINS.

“ Deep as Byron has dipped his pen into vice, he has dipped it still deeper into immorality. Alas! he shines only to mislead - he flashes only to destroy." - COLTON.

“ In Don Juan he is highly profane; but, in that poem, the profaneness is in keeping with all the other qualities, and religion comes in for a sneer, or a burlesque, only in common with every thing that is dear and valuable to us as moral and social beings.” - Ecl. Rev.

“ Dost thou aspire, like a Satanic mind,

With vice to waste and desolate mankind ?
Toward every rude and dark and dismal deed
To see them hurrying on with swifter speed ?
To make them, from restraint and conscience free,
Bad as thyself, or worse — if such can be?” — COTTLE]

appear exotic;

To the kind reader of our sober clime

This way of writing will
Pulci was sire of the half-serious rhyme, (1)

sang when chivalry was more Quixotic, And revell’d in the fancies of the time, [despotic;

True knights, chaste dames, huge giants, kings But all these, save the last, being obsolete, I chose a modern subject as more meet.


How I have treated it, I do not know;

Perhaps no better than they have treated me Who have imputed such designs as show

Not what they saw, but what they wish'd to see; But if it gives them pleasure, be it so;

This is a liberal age, and thoughts are free:
Meantime Apollo plucks me by the ear,
And tells me to resume my story here.(2)


Young Juan and his lady-love were left

To their own hearts' most sweet society; Even Time the pitiless in sorrow cleft

With his rude scythe such gentle bosoms; he Sigh'd to behold them of their hours bereft

Though foe to love; and yet they could not be Meant to grow old, but die in happy spring, Before one charm or hope had taken wing.

(1) [See antė, Vol. XI. p. 187.]
(2) [“ Cum canerem reges et prælia, Cynthius aurem

Vellit, et admonuit." VIRG. Ecl, vi.)

« ՆախորդըՇարունակել »