CVI.. Tis true he saw Aurora look as though She approved his silence; she perhaps mistook Its motive for that charity we owe But seldom pay the absent, nor would look Yet saw this much which he was glad to see. CVII. The ghost at least had done him this much good, He gain'd esteem where it was worth the most. And certainly Aurora had renew'd In him some feelings which he had lately lost Or harden'd; feelings which, perhaps ideal, Are so divine, that I mnst deem them real : CVIII. The love of higher things and better days; The unbounded hope, and heavenly ignorance Of what is call'd the world, and the world's ways; The moments when we gather from a glance More joy than from all future pride or praise, Which kindle manhood, but can ne'er entrance The heart in an existence of its own, Of which another's bosom is the zone. CIX. Who would not sigh Λι αι των Κυθέρειαν That hath a memory, or that had a heart? Alas her star must wane like that of Dian, Ray fades on ray, as years on years depart. Anacreon only had the soul to tie on Unwithering myrtle round the unblunted dart Of Eros; but, though thou hast play'd us many tricks, Still we respect thee, "Alma Venus Genetrix!" CX. And full of sentiments, sublime as billows CXI. The night was as before: he was undrest, Saving his night-gown, which is an undress : Completely "sans culotte," and without vest; In short, he hardly could be clothed with less : But apprehensive of his spectral guest, He sate with feelings awkward to express, (By those who have not had such visitations,) Expectant of the ghost's fresh operations. CXII. And not in vain listen'd;-Hush! what's that? Or tiptoe of an amatory Miss, CXIII. |Again-what is't? The wind? No, no,-this time It is the sable friar as before With awful footsteps regular as rhyme, Or (as rhymes may be in these days) much more. Again through shadows of the night sublime, When deep sleep fell on men, and the world wore The starry darkness round her like a girdle Spangled with gems-the monk made his blood curdle. CXIV. A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass,8 Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter, Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass, Sounding like very supernatural water,― Came over Juan's ear, which throbb'd, alas! For immaterialism's a serious matter: So that even those whose faith is the most great In souls immortal, shun them tête-à-tête. CXV. Were his eyes open ?-Yes! and his mouth too. What open'd next?-the door. It open'd with a most infernal creak, CXVII. The door flew wide, not swiftly-but, as fly The sea-gulls, with a steady, sober flightAnd then swung back; nor close-but stood awry, Half letting in long shadows on the light, Which still in Juan's candlesticks burn'd high, For he had two, both tolerably bright,— And in the door-way, darkening darkness, stood The sable friar in his solemn hood. CXVIII. Don Juan shook, as erst he had been shaken The night before; but, being sick of shaking, He first inclined to think he had been mistaken, And then to be ashamed of such mistaking; His own internal ghost began to awaken Within him, and to quell his corporeal quakingHinting, that soul and body on the whole Were odds against a disembodied soul. CXIX. And then his dread grew wrath, and his wrath fierce; And he arose advanced-the shade retreated; But Juan, eager now the truth to pierce, Follow'd; his veins no longer cold, but heated, Resolved to thrust the mystery cart and tierce, At whatsoever risk of being defeated: The ghost stopp'd, menaced, then retired, until He reach'd the ancient wall, then stood stone still CXX. Juan put forth one arm-Eternal powers! CXXII. And Juan, puzzled, but still curious, thrust It touch'd nor soul, nor body, but the wall, identity." But still the shade remain'd: the blue eyes glared, The ghost, if ghost it were, seem'd a sweet soul Yet one thing rather good the grave had spared, As ever lurk'd beneath a holy hood: Forth into something much like flesh and blond And they reveal'd-alas! that e'er they should! 7. My days of love are over, me no more. Stanza ccxvi. Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui; Nec certare juvat mero, Nec vincire novis tempora floribus," "Me nec fœmina, nec puer CANTO III. 1. For none likes more to hear himself converse Rispose allor Margutte: a dirtel tosto, Ne la cervogia, e quando' io n' ho nel mosto; E molto piu ne l' aspro che il mangurro; E credo che sia salvo chi gli crede. 2. That e'er by precious metal was held in. This dress is Moorish, and the bracelets and bar A like gold bar, above her instep roll'd. 4. Her person, if allow'd at large to run. Stanza Ixxiii. 4. From all the Pope makes yearly, 'twould perplex, This is no exaggeration; there were four women whom I remember to have seen, who possessed their It is strange that it should be the pope and the hair in this profusion; of these, three were English, sultan who are the chief encouragers of this branch the other was a Levantine. Their hair was of that of trade-women being prohibited as singers at St. length and quantity that, when let down, it almost Peter's, and not deemed trustworthy as guardians entirely shaded the person, so as nearly to render of the haram. dress a superfluity. Of these, only one had dark hair; the Oriental's had, perhaps, the lightest Bolor of the four. 5. Oh Hesperus! thou bringest all good things. Έσπερε, πάντα φέρεις, Θερεις ματέρι παιδα, Fragment of Sappho. 6. Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart. 5. While weeds and ordure rankle round the base. The pillar which records the battle of Ravenna, is about two miles from the city, on the opposite side of the river to the road towards Forli. Gaston de Foix, who gained the battle, was killed in it; there fell on both sides twenty thousand men. The present state of the pillar and its site is described in the text. Stanza cviii. CANTO V. 1. The ocean stream. Stanza iii. This expression of Homer has been much criticised. It hardly answers to our Atlantic ideas of This last line is the first of Gray's Elegy, taken the ocean, but is sufficiently applicable to the Heloy him without acknowledgment. The assassination alluded to took place on the eighth of December, 1820, in the streets of Ravenna, not a hundred paces from the residence of the "Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore. writer. The circumstances were as described. A vein had burst. This is no very uncommon effect of the violence of conflicting and different passions. The Doge Francis Foscari, on his deposition, in 1457, hearing the bell of St. Mark announce the election of his successor, "mourut subitement d'une hémorrhagie causée par une veine qui s'éclata dans sa poitrine," In Turkey, nothing is more common, than for (see Sismondi and Daru, vols. i. and ii.) at the age the Mussulmans to take several glasses of strong of eighty years, when "who would have thought spirits by way of appetizer. I have seen them take the old man had so much blood in him?" Before I as many as six of raki before dinner, and swear that was sixteen years of age, I was witness to a melan-they dined the better for it; I tried the experiment, choly instance of the same effect of mixed passions but was like the Scotchman, who having heard that upon a young person; who, however, did not die in the birds called kittiewiaks were admirable whets, consequence, at that time, but fell a victim some ate six of them, and complained that "he was no years afterwards to a seizure of the same kind, hungrier than when he began." arising from causes intimately connected with agitation of mind. 3. But sold by the impresario at no high rate. Stanza lxxx. 6. Splendid but silent, save in one, where drooping, A common furniture.-I recollect being received This is a fact. A few years ago, a man engaged by Ali Pacha, in a room containing a marble basin a company for some foreign theatre; embarked and fountain, &c., &c., &c. them at an Italian port, and, carrying them to Algiers, sold them all. One of the women, returned from her captivity, I heard sing, by a strange coincidence, in Rossini's opera of "L'Italiana in Algieri," at Venice, in the beginning of 1817. 7. The gate so splendid was in all its features. Features of a gate-a ministerial metaphor; "the It may not be unworthy of remark, that Bacon, in his essay on "Empire," hints that Solyman was the last of his line; on what authority, I know not. These are his words: "The destruction of Mustapha was so fatal to Solyman's line, as the succession of the Turks from Solyman, until this day, is suspected to be untrue, and of strange blood; for that Solymus the Second was thought to be suppositions." But Bacon, in his historical authorities, is often inaccurate. I could give half a dozen instances from his apophthegms only. CANTO VI. A "wood obscure," like that where Dante found. "Nel mezzo del cammin' di nostra vita CANTO VII. Was teaching his recruits to use the bayonet. Stanza li Fact: Souvaroff did this in person. CANTO VIII. 1. All sounds it pierceth, “Allah! Allah! Hu!" Being in the humor of criticism, I shall proceed, Stanza viii. after having ventured upon the slips of Bacon, to touch on one or two as trifling in the edition of the Mussulmans, and they dwell long on the last sylla "Allah! Hu!" is properly the war-cry of the British Poets, by the justly celebrated Campbell:-ble, which gives it a very wild and peculiar effect. But I do this in good will, and trust it will be so taken. If any thing could add to my opinion of the talents and true feeling of that gentleman, it would be his classical, honest, and triumphant defence of Pope, against the vulgar cant of the day, and its existing Grub street. 2. "Carnage (so Wordsworth tells you) is God's daughter." Stanza ix. "But thy most dreaded instrument In working out a pure intent, Is man array'd for mutual slaughter; WORDSWORTH'S Thanksgiving Ode. The inadvertencies to which I allude, are,Firstly, in speaking of Anstey, whom he accuses of having taken "his leading characters from Smollett." Anstey's Bath Guide was published in 1766. Smollett's Humphry Clinker (the only work To wit, the Deity's. This is perhaps as pretty a of Smollett's from which Tabitha, &c., &c., could pedigree for murder as ever was found out by Garter have been taken) was written during Smollett's last King-at-arms.-What would have been said, had residence at Leghorn, in 1770.-" Argal," if there any free-spoken people discovered such a lineage? has been any borrowing, Anstey must be the creditor, and not the debtor. I refer Mr. Campbell 3. Stanza xviii. to his own data in his lives of Smollett and Anstey. Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose. Secondly, Mr. Campbell says, in the life of Cowper, (note to page 358, vol. 7,) that "he knows not to whom Cowper alludes in these lines: " "Nor he who, for the bane of thousands born, Built God a church, and laugh'd his name to scorn." The Calvanist meant Voltaire, and the church of "To gild refined gold, to paint the rose, This version by no means improves the original, which is as follows: "To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet," &c. A fact: see the Waterloo Gazettes. I recollect remarking at the time to a friend :-"There is fame! a man is killed-his name is Grose, and they print it Grove." I was at college with the deceased, who was a very amiable and clever man, and his society in great request for his wit, gayety, and "chansons à boire." 4. As any other notion, and not national. Stanza xxiii. See Major Vallancy and Sir Lawrence Parsons. 5. 'Tis pity" that such meanings should pave hell." Stanza XXV. The Portugese proverb says that "Hell is paved 6. By thy humane discovery, Friar Bacon! Stanza xxxiii. Gunpowder is said to have been discovered by A great poet, quoting another, should be correct; with good intentions." he should also be accurate when he accuses a Parnassian brother of that dangerous charge "borrowing: "a poet had better borrow any thing (excepting | money) than the thoughts of another-they are always sure to be reclaimed; but it is very hard, this friar. having been the lender, to be denounced as the debtor, as is the case of Anstey versus Smollett. As there is "honor among thieves," let there be some among poets, and give each his due,-none can afford to give it more than Mr. Campbell himself, who, with a high reputation for originality, and a fame which cannot be shaken, is the only poet of the times (except Rogers) who can be reproached (and in him it is indeed a reproach) with having written too little. 7. The brig of Don, near the "auld toun" of Aber. deen, with its one arch and its black deep salmon stream below, is in my memory as yesterday. I still remember, though perhaps I may misquote, the awful proverb which made me pause to cross it, and yet lean over it with a childish delight, being an only son, at least by the mother's side. The saying, as recollected by me, was this-but I have never heard or seen it since I was nine years of age: "Brig of Balgounie, black's your wa'; Wi' a wife's de son and a mear's de fodi, 4. Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, hypocrisy! Stanza XXXIV. A metaphor taken from the "forty-horse power" of a steam-engine. That mad wag, the Reverend Sidney Smith, sitting by a brother-clergyman at dinobserved afterwards that his dull neighbor had a "twelve-parson power" of conversation. ner, 5. And send the sentinel before your gate. A slice or two from your luxurious meals. Stanza vi. "I at this time got a post, being for fatigue, with four others.-We were sent to break biscuit, and make a mess for Lord Wellington's hounds. I was To strip the Saxons of their hydes like tanners. very hungry, and thought it a good job at the time, Stanza xxxvi. as we got our own fill while we broke the biscuit,-a thing I had not got for some days. When thus "Hyde."-I believe a hyde of land to be a legitiengaged, the Prodigal Son was never once out of mate word, and as such subject to the tax of a quib ble. my mind; and I sighed, as I fed the dogs, over my humble situation and my ruined hopes."-Journal of a Soldierof the 71st Regt. during the war in Spain. 6. Was given to her favorite, and now bore his. Stanza xlix. The Empress went to the Crimea, accompanied by the Emperor Joseph, in the year-I forget which. 7. Which gave her dukes the graceless name of "Biron." Stanza lviii. In the Empress Anne's time, Biren her favorite assumed the name and arms of the "Birons" of France, which families are yet extant with that of England. There are still the daughters of Courland of that name; one of them I remember seeing in England in the blessed year of the Allies-the Duchess of S.-to whom the English Duchess of Somerset presented me as a namesake. 8. Eleven thousand maidenheads of bone St. Ursula and her eleven thousand virgins were Who butcher'd half the earth, and bullied t'other. |