XCIII With Raucocanti lucklessly was chain'd C. Of poets who come down to us through distance, 'Tis as a snowball which derives assistance That each pull'd different ways with many an oath, Even till an iceberg may chance to grow; 'Arcades ambo," id est-blackguards both. XCIV. Juan's companion was a Romagnole, But bred within the march of old Ancona, With eyes that look'd into the very soul, (And other chief points of a "bella donna,") Bright-and as black and burning as a coal; And through her clear brunette complexion shone Great wish to please-a most attractive dower, Especially when added to the power. XCV. But all that power was wasted upon him, For sorrow o'er each sense held stern command; And though thus chain'd, as natural her hand XCVI. No matter; we should ne'er too much inquire, We will omit the proofs, save one or two: 'Tis said no one in hand "can hold a fire By thought of frosty Caucasus; " but few, XCVII. Here I might enter on a chaste description, At the first two books having too much truth; XCVIII. Tis all the same to me; I'm fond of yielding, Of Smollet, Prior, Ariosto, Fielding, Who say strange things for so correct an age; I once had great alacrity in wielding My pen, and liked poetic war to wage, And recollect the time when all this cant a But, after all, 'tis nothing but cold snow. CI. And so great names are nothing more than nominal Too often in its fury overcoming all Who would as 'twere identify their dust From out the wide destruction, which, entombing ail Save change: I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, CII. The very generations of the dead Are swept away, and tomb inherits tomb, And, buried, sinks beneath its offspring's doom: Save a few glean'd from the sepulchral gloom Which once-named myriads nameless lie beneath And lose their own in universal death CIII. I canter by the spot each afternoon Where perish'd in his fame the hero-boy, But which neglect is hastening to destroy, CIV. I pass each day where Dante's bones are laid; The chieftain's trophy and the poet's volume, CV. With human blood that column was cemented, Should ever be those bloodhounds, from whose wild Would have provoked remarks which now it shan't. Those sufferings Dante saw in hell alone. XCIX. As boys love rows, my boyhood liked a squabble; Leaving such to the literary rabble, Whether my verse's fame be doom'd to cease CVI. Yet there will still be bards; though fame is smoke Thus to their extreme verge the passions brought But to the narrative.-The vessel bound Her cargo, from the plague being safe and sound, [sians CXIV. Some went off dearly: fifteen hundred dollars Had deck'd her out in all the hues of heaven; CXV. Twelve negresses from Nubia brought a price Is always much more splendid than a king; But for the destiny of this young troop, How some were bought by pachas, some by Jews Hoping no very old vizier might choose, CXVII. All this must be reserved for further song; But could not for the muse of me put less in't: CANTO V I. WHEN amatory poets sing their loves As Ovid's verse may make you understand: II. I therefore do denounce all amorous writing And there, with Georgians, Russians, and Circas- Now, if my Pegasus should not be shod ill, III. The European with the Asian shcre Sprinkled with palaces; the ocean stream,' The twelve isles, und the more than I could dream, IV. I have a passion for the name of "Mary," A spell from whieh even yet I am not quite free: V. The wind swept down the Euxine, and the wave VI. 'Twas a raw day of Autumn's bleak beginning, When nights are equal, but not so the days; The Parcæ then cut short the further spinning Of seamen's fates, and the loud tempests raise The waters, and repentance for past sinning In all who o'er the great deep take their ways: They vow to amend their lives, and yet they don't; Because if drown'd, they can't-if spared, they won't. VII. A crowd of shivering slaves of every nation, And age, and sex, were in the market ranged; All save the blacks seem'd jaded with vexation, Jian was juvenile, and thus was full, As most at his age are, of hope, and health; Yet I must own he look'd a little dull, And now and then a tear stole down by stealth; Perhaps his recent loss of blood might pull His spirit down; and then the loss of wealth, IX. Were things to shake a stoic; ne'ertheless, Of which some gilded remnants still were seen, And then, though pale, he was so very handsome And then-they calculated on his ransom. X. Like a backgammon-board the place was dotted With whites and blacks, in groups on show for sale Though rather more irregularly spotted: Some bought the jet, while others chose the pale It chanced, among the other people lotted, A man of thirty, rather stout and hale, With resolution in his dark gray eye, Next Juan stood, till some might choose to buy XI. He had an English look; that is, was square In make, of a complexion white and ruddy, Good teeth, with curling rather dark brown hair, And, it might be from thought, or toil, or study, An open brow, a little marked with care: One arm had on a bandage rather bloody: And there he stood with such sang froid, that greata Could scarce been shown even by a mere spectator XII. But seeing at his elbow a mere lad, Of high spirit evidently, though XIII. "My boy!"-said he, "amid this motley crew Of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and what not, All ragamuffins differing but in hue, With whom it is our luck to cast our lot, The only gentlemen seem I and you, So let us be acquainted, as we ought; If I could yield you any consolation, 'Twould give me pleasure.-Pray, what is your nation?" XIV. When Juan answer'd "Spanish!" he replied, "I thought, in fact, you could not be a Greek; Those servile dogs are not so proudly eyed: Fortune has play'd you here a pretty freak, But that's the way with all men till they're tried; But never mind,-she'll turn, perhaps, next week, She has served me also much the same as you, Except that I have found it nothing new." XV. "Pray, sir," said Juan, "if I may presume, [rare- XVI. "Have you no friends?"-"I had-but, by God's blessing, Have not been troubled with them lately. Now I have answer'd all your questions without pressing, And you an equal courtesy should show." "Alas!" said Juan, 'twere a tale distressing, And long besides."-" Oh! if 'tis really so You're right on both accounts to hold your tongue A sad tale saddens doubly when 'tis long. XVII. But droop not: Fortune, at your time cf life, Although a female moderately fickle, Will hardly leave you (as she's not your wife) For any length of days in such a pickle. To strive, too, with our fate were such a strife As if the corn-sheaf should oppose the sickle: Men are the sport of circumstances, when The circumstances seem the sport of men." XVIII. "'Tis not," said Juan, "for my present doom XIX. "On the rough deep. But this last blow-" and here He stopp'd again, and turn'd away his face. 'Ay," quoth his friend, "I thought it would appear That there had been a lady in the case; And these are things which ask a tender tear, Such as I, too, would shed, if in your place: 1 cried upon my first wife's dying day, And also when my second ran away: XX. "My third-"-"Your third!" quoth Juan, turning round; "You scarcely can be thirty; have you three?" No-only two at present above ground Surely 'tis nothing wonderful to see XXIV "Would we were masters now, if bat to try Their present lessons on our pagan friends here, Said Juan-swallowing a heart-burning sigh: "Heav'n help the scholar whom his fortune sends "Perhaps we shall be one day, by and by," [here!" Rejoin'd the other, "when our bad luck mends here, Meantime (yon old black eunuch seems to eye us I wish to G-d that somebody would buy us! XXV. "But after all, what is our present state? 'Tis bad, and may be better-all men's lot: Kindness, destroys what little we had got: XXVI. Just now a black old neutral personage Of the third sex stepp'd up, and peering over The captives, seem'd to mark their looks, and age. And capabilities, as to discover If they were fitted for the purposed cage: XXVII. As is a slave by his intended bidder. 'Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are bought up, others by a warlike leader, One person thrice in holy wedlock bound!" [she? "Well, then, your third," said Juan; "what did She did not run away, too,-did she, sir?" "No, faith."-"What then?"—"I ran away from From crowns to kicks, according to their vices. Some by a place-as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash-but all have prices, her." XXI. 'You take things coolly, sir," said Juan. "Why," Replied the other, "what can a man do? There still are many rainbows in your sky, But mine have vanish'd. All, when life is new, Commence with feelings warm, and prospects high; But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly, like the snake. XXII. "Tis true, it gets another bright and fresh, Or fresher, brighter; but, the year gone through, This skin must go the way, too, of all flesh, Or sometimes only wear a week or two ;Love's the first net which spreads its deadly mesh; Ambition, avarice, vengeance, glory, glue The glittering lime-twigs of our latter days, Where still we flutter on for pence or praise." XXIII. "All this is very fine, and may be true," Said Juan; "but I really don't see how It betters present times with me or you." "No!" quoth the other; "yet you will allow, By setting things in their right point of view, Knowledge, at least, is gain'd; for instance, now, We know what slavery is, and our disasters May teach us better to behave when masters XXVIII. The eunuch, having eyed them o'er with care, At last they settled into simple grumbling, I wonder if his appetite was good; XXXI. I think with Alexander, that the act Redoubled; when a roast and a ragout, XXXIII. The other evening, ('twas on Friday last)- Just as my great coat was about me cast, My hat and gloves still lying on the table, I heard a shot-'twas eight o'clock scarce pastAnd running out as fast as I was able,3 I found the military commandant Stretch'd in the street, and able scarce to pant. XXXIV. Poor fellow! for some reason, surely bad, [there They had slain him with five slugs; and left him To perish on the pavement: so I had Him borne into the house and up the stair, And stripp'd, and look'd to-But why should I add More circumstances? vain was every care; The man was gone in some Italian quarrel Kill'd by five bullets from an old gun-barrel.4 XXXV. I gazed upon him, for I knew him well; And, though I have seen many corpses, never Saw one, whom such an accident befell, [and liver, So calm; though pierced through stomach, heart, He seem'd to sleep, for you could scarcely tell (As he bled inwardly, no hideous river Of gore divulged the cause) that he was dead:So as I gazed on him, I thought or said XXXVI. "Can this be death? then what is life or death? 'Go,' and he goeth; 'come,' and forth he stepp'd. The trump and bugle till he spake were dumbAnd now nought left him but the muffled drum." XXXVII. And they who waited once and worshipp'd-they Had faced Napoleon's foes until they fled,- XXXVIII. The scars of his old wounds were near his new, Those honor'd scars which brought him fame; And horrid was the contrast to the view But let me quit the theme, as such things claim, Perhaps, even more attention than is due From me: gazed (as oft I have gazed the same To try if I could wrench aught out of death, Which should confirm, or shake, or make a faith ; XXXIX. But it was all a mystery. Here we are, And there we go:-but where? five bits of lead, Or three, or two, or one, send very far! And is this blood, then, form'd but to be shed? Can every element our elements mar? And air-earth-water-fire live-and we dead? We, whose minds comprehend all things? No more But let us to the story as before. XL. The purchaser of Juan and acquaintance Bore off his bargains to a gilded boat, Embark'd himself and them, and off they went thence As fast as oars could pull and water float; They look'd like persons being led to sentence, Wondering what next, till the caique was brought Up in a little creek below a wall O'ertopp'd with cypresses dark-green and tall. XLI. Here there conductor tapping at the wicket hand: They almost lost their way, and had to pick it- XLII. As they were plodding on their winding way, Through orange bowers, and jasmine, and so forth, (Of which I might have a good deal to say, There being no such profusion in the North Of oriental plants, "et cetera," But that of late your scribblers think it worth Their while to rear whole hotbeds in their works, Because one poet travell'd 'mongst the Turks:) XLIII. As they were threading on their way, there came XLIV. "Yes," said the other, "and when done, what then i And worse off than we hitherto have been ; Besides, I'm hungry, and just now would take. 'Like Esau, for my birthright a beef-steak |