Don Juan: Canto The Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABABCC DEDEDEFF GFGFGFHH AIAIAIJJ KLKLKLMM NONONOPP GNGNGNQQ RNRNRNAA STSTTTUU NVNVNVWW UXUXUXYY ZA2ZB2ZA2C2C2 D2ND2ND2NFF E2F2E2F2E2G2H2H2 I2J2I2K2I2K2L2L2 M2N2M2N2M2N2O2P2 DN2DN2Q2N2ZU GSGSGVOO R2AR2AR2AN2N2 VN2VN2S2N2T2T2 U2NU2NU2NYY R2FR2V2R2FN2W2| Nothing so difficult as a beginning | A |
| In poesy unless perhaps the end | B |
| For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning | A |
| The race he sprains a wing and down we tend | B |
| Like Lucifer when hurl'd from heaven for sinning | A |
| Our sin the same and hard as his to mend | B |
| Being pride which leads the mind to soar too far | C |
| Till our own weakness shows us what we are | C |
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| But Time which brings all beings to their level | D |
| And sharp Adversity will teach at last | E |
| Man and as we would hope perhaps the devil | D |
| That neither of their intellects are vast | E |
| While youth's hot wishes in our red veins revel | D |
| We know not this the blood flows on too fast | E |
| But as the torrent widens towards the ocean | F |
| We ponder deeply on each past emotion | F |
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| As boy I thought myself a clever fellow | G |
| And wish'd that others held the same opinion | F |
| They took it up when my days grew more mellow | G |
| And other minds acknowledged my dominion | F |
| Now my sere fancy 'falls into the yellow | G |
| Leaf ' and Imagination droops her pinion | F |
| And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk | H |
| Turns what was once romantic to burlesque | H |
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| And if I laugh at any mortal thing | A |
| 'T is that I may not weep and if I weep | I |
| 'T is that our nature cannot always bring | A |
| Itself to apathy for we must steep | I |
| Our hearts first in the depths of Lethe's spring | A |
| Ere what we least wish to behold will sleep | I |
| Thetis baptized her mortal son in Styx | J |
| A mortal mother would on Lethe fix | J |
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| Some have accused me of a strange design | K |
| Against the creed and morals of the land | L |
| And trace it in this poem every line | K |
| I don't pretend that I quite understand | L |
| My own meaning when I would be very fine | K |
| But the fact is that I have nothing plann'd | L |
| Unless it were to be a moment merry | M |
| A novel word in my vocabulary | M |
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| To the kind reader of our sober clime | N |
| This way of writing will appear exotic | O |
| Pulci was sire of the half serious rhyme | N |
| Who sang when chivalry was more Quixotic | O |
| And revell'd in the fancies of the time | N |
| True knights chaste dames huge giants kings despotic | O |
| But all these save the last being obsolete | P |
| I chose a modern subject as more meet | P |
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| How I have treated it I do not know | G |
| Perhaps no better than they have treated me | N |
| Who have imputed such designs as show | G |
| Not what they saw but what they wish'd to see | N |
| But if it gives them pleasure be it so | G |
| This is a liberal age and thoughts are free | N |
| Meantime Apollo plucks me by the ear | Q |
| And tells me to resume my story here | Q |
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| Young Juan and his lady love were left | R |
| To their own hearts' most sweet society | N |
| Even Time the pitiless in sorrow cleft | R |
| With his rude scythe such gentle bosoms he | N |
| Sigh'd to behold them of their hours bereft | R |
| Though foe to love and yet they could not be | N |
| Meant to grow old but die in happy spring | A |
| Before one charm or hope had taken wing | A |
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| Their faces were not made for wrinkles their | S |
| Pure blood to stagnate their great hearts to fail | T |
| The blank grey was not made to blast their hair | S |
| But like the climes that know nor snow nor hail | T |
| They were all summer lightning might assail | T |
| And shiver them to ashes but to trail | T |
| A long and snake like life of dull decay | U |
| Was not for them they had too little day | U |
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| They were alone once more for them to be | N |
| Thus was another Eden they were never | V |
| Weary unless when separate the tree | N |
| Cut from its forest root of years the river | V |
| Damm'd from its fountain the child from the knee | N |
| And breast maternal wean'd at once for ever | V |
| Would wither less than these two torn apart | W |
| Alas there is no instinct like the heart | W |
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| The heart which may be broken happy they | U |
| Thrice fortunate who of that fragile mould | X |
| The precious porcelain of human clay | U |
| Break with the first fall they can ne'er behold | X |
| The long year link'd with heavy day on day | U |
| And all which must be borne and never told | X |
| While life's strange principle will often lie | Y |
| Deepest in those who long the most to die | Y |
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| 'Whom the gods love die young ' was said of yore | Z |
| And many deaths do they escape by this | A2 |
| The death of friends and that which slays even more | Z |
| The death of friendship love youth all that is | B2 |
| Except mere breath and since the silent shore | Z |
| Awaits at last even those who longest miss | A2 |
| The old archer's shafts perhaps the early grave | C2 |
| Which men weep over may be meant to save | C2 |
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| Haidee and Juan thought not of the dead | D2 |
| The heavens and earth and air seem'd made for them | N |
| They found no fault with Time save that he fled | D2 |
| They saw not in themselves aught to condemn | N |
| Each was the other's mirror and but read | D2 |
| Joy sparkling in their dark eyes like a gem | N |
| And knew such brightness was but the reflection | F |
| Of their exchanging glances of affection | F |
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| The gentle pressure and the thrilling touch | E2 |
| The least glance better understood than words | F2 |
| Which still said all and ne'er could say too much | E2 |
| A language too but like to that of birds | F2 |
| Known but to them at least appearing such | E2 |
| As but to lovers a true sense affords | G2 |
| Sweet playful phrases which would seem absurd | H2 |
| To those who have ceased to hear such or ne'er heard | H2 |
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| All these were theirs for they were children still | I2 |
| And children still they should have ever been | J2 |
| They were not made in the real world to fill | I2 |
| A busy character in the dull scene | K2 |
| But like two beings born from out a rill | I2 |
| A nymph and her beloved all unseen | K2 |
| To pass their lives in fountains and on flowers | L2 |
| And never know the weight of human hours | L2 |
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| Moons changing had roll'd on and changeless found | M2 |
| Those their bright rise had lighted to such joys | N2 |
| As rarely they beheld throughout their round | M2 |
| And these were not of the vain kind which cloys | N2 |
| For theirs were buoyant spirits never bound | M2 |
| By the mere senses and that which destroys | N2 |
| Most love possession unto them appear'd | O2 |
| A thing which each endearment more endear'd | P2 |
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| Oh beautiful and rare as beautiful | D |
| But theirs was love in which the mind delights | N2 |
| To lose itself when the old world grows dull | D |
| And we are sick of its hack sounds and sights | N2 |
| Intrigues adventures of the common school | Q2 |
| Its petty passions marriages and flights | N2 |
| Where Hymen's torch but brands one strumpet more | Z |
| Whose husband only knows her not a wh re | U |
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| Hard words harsh truth a truth which many know | G |
| Enough The faithful and the fairy pair | S |
| Who never found a single hour too slow | G |
| What was it made them thus exempt from care | S |
| Young innate feelings all have felt below | G |
| Which perish in the rest but in them were | V |
| Inherent what we mortals call romantic | O |
| And always envy though we deem it frantic | O |
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| This is in others a factitious state | R2 |
| An opium dream of too much youth and reading | A |
| But was in them their nature or their fate | R2 |
| No novels e'er had set their young hearts bleeding | A |
| For Haidee's knowledge was by no means great | R2 |
| And Juan was a boy of saintly breeding | A |
| So that there was no reason for their loves | N2 |
| More than for those of nightingales or doves | N2 |
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| They gazed upon the sunset 't is an hour | V |
| Dear unto all but dearest to their eyes | N2 |
| For it had made them what they were the power | V |
| Of love had first o'erwhelm'd them from such skies | N2 |
| When happiness had been their only dower | S2 |
| And twilight saw them link'd in passion's ties | N2 |
| Charm'd with each other all things charm'd that brought | T2 |
| The past still welcome as the present thought | T2 |
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| I know not why but in that hour to night | U2 |
| Even as they gazed a sudden tremor came | N |
| And swept as 't were across their hearts' delight | U2 |
| Like the wind o'er a harp string or a flame | N |
| When one is shook in sound and one in sight | U2 |
| And thus some boding flash'd through either frame | N |
| And call'd from Juan's breast a faint low sigh | Y |
| While one new tear arose in Haidee's eye | Y |
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| That large black prophet eye seem'd to dilate | R2 |
| And follow far the disappearing sun | F |
| As if their last day of a happy date | R2 |
| With his broad bright and dropping orb were gone | V2 |
| Juan gazed on her as to ask his fate | R2 |
| He felt a grief but knowing cause for none | F |
| His glance inquired of hers for some excuse | N2 |
| For feelings causeless or at least | W2 |
George Gordon Byron
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