Don Juan: Canto The Ninth Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Oh Wellington or 'Villainton' for Fame	A
Sounds the heroic syllables both ways	B
France could not even conquer your great name	A
But punn'd it down to this facetious phrase	B
Beating or beaten she will laugh the same	A
You have obtain'd great pensions and much praise	B
Glory like yours should any dare gainsay	C
Humanity would rise and thunder 'Nay '	D
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I don't think that you used Kinnaird quite well	E
In Marinet's affair in fact 'twas shabby	F
And like some other things won't do to tell	E
Upon your tomb in Westminster's old abbey	F
Upon the rest 'tis not worth while to dwell	E
Such tales being for the tea hours of some tabby	F
But though your years as man tend fast to zero	G
In fact your grace is still but a young hero	G
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Though Britain owes and pays you too so much	H
Yet Europe doubtless owes you greatly more	I
You have repair'd Legitimacy's crutch	H
A prop not quite so certain as before	I
The Spanish and the French as well as Dutch	H
Have seen and felt how strongly you restore	I
And Waterloo has made the world your debtor	J
I wish your bards would sing it rather better	J
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You are 'the best of cut throats ' do not start	K
The phrase is Shakspeare's and not misapplied	L
War's a brain spattering windpipe slitting art	K
Unless her cause by right be sanctified	K
If you have acted once a generous part	K
The world not the world's masters will decide	K
And I shall be delighted to learn who	M
Save you and yours have gain'd by Waterloo	M
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I am no flatterer you 've supp'd full of flattery	F
They say you like it too 't is no great wonder	J
He whose whole life has been assault and battery	F
At last may get a little tired of thunder	J
And swallowing eulogy much more than satire he	F
May like being praised for every lucky blunder	J
Call'd 'Saviour of the Nations' not yet saved	K
And 'Europe's Liberator' still enslaved	K
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I've done Now go and dine from off the plate	K
Presented by the Prince of the Brazils	C
And send the sentinel before your gate	K
A slice or two from your luxurious meals	C
He fought but has not fed so well of late	K
Some hunger too they say the people feels	C
There is no doubt that you deserve your ration	N
But pray give back a little to the nation	N
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I don't mean to reflect a man so great as	C
You my lord duke is far above reflection	N
The high Roman fashion too of Cincinnatus	C
With modern history has but small connection	N
Though as an Irishman you love potatoes	C
You need not take them under your direction	N
And half a million for your Sabine farm	O
Is rather dear I'm sure I mean no harm	O
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Great men have always scorn'd great recompenses	C
Epaminondas saved his Thebes and died	K
Not leaving even his funeral expenses	C
George Washington had thanks and nought beside	K
Except the all cloudless glory which few men's is	C
To free his country Pitt too had his pride	K
And as a high soul'd minister of state is	C
Renown'd for ruining Great Britain gratis	C
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Never had mortal man such opportunity	F
Except Napoleon or abused it more	I
You might have freed fallen Europe from the unity	F
Of tyrants and been blest from shore to shore	I
And now what is your fame Shall the Muse tune it ye	F
Now that the rabble's first vain shouts are o'er	J
Go hear it in your famish'd country's cries	C
Behold the world and curse your victories	C
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As these new cantos touch on warlike feats	C
To you the unflattering Muse deigns to inscribe	P
Truths that you will not read in the Gazettes	C
But which 'tis time to teach the hireling tribe	P
Who fatten on their country's gore and debts	C
Must be recited and without a bribe	P
You did great things but not being great in mind	K
Have left undone the greatest and mankind	K
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Death laughs Go ponder o'er the skeleton	N
With which men image out the unknown thing	Q
That hides the past world like to a set sun	N
Which still elsewhere may rouse a brighter spring	Q
Death laughs at all you weep for look upon	R
This hourly dread of all whose threaten'd sting	Q
Turns life to terror even though in its sheath	S
Mark how its lipless mouth grins without breath	T
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Mark how it laughs and scorns at all you are	U
And yet was what you are from ear to ear	V
It laughs not there is now no fleshy bar	U
So call'd the Antic long hath ceased to hear	V
But still he smiles and whether near or far	U
He strips from man that mantle far more dear	W
Than even the tailor's his incarnate skin	X
White black or copper the dead bones will grin	X
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And thus Death laughs it is sad merriment	K
But still it is so and with such example	Y
Why should not Life be equally content	K
With his superior in a smile to trample	Y
Upon the nothings which are daily spent	K
Like bubbles on an ocean much less ample	Y
Than the eternal deluge which devours	C
Suns as rays worlds like atoms years like hours	C
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'To be or not to be that is the question '	-
Says Shakspeare who just now is much in fashion	N
I am neither Alexander nor Hephaestion	N
Nor ever had for abstract fame much passion	N
But would much rather have a sound digestion	N
Than Buonaparte's cancer could I dash on	N
Through fifty victories to shame or fame	A
Without a stomach what were a good name	A
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'O dura ilia messorum ' 'Oh	Z
Ye rigid guts of reapers ' I translate	K
For the great benefit of those who know	N
What indigestion is that inward fate	K
Which makes all Styx through one small liver flow	N
A peasant's sweat is worth his lord's estate	K
Let this one toil for bread that rack for rent	K
He who sleeps best may be the most content	K
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'To be or not to be ' Ere I decide	K
I should be glad to know that which is being	Q
'T is true we speculate both far and wide	K
And deem because we see we are all seeing	Q
For my part I 'll enlist on neither side	K
Until I see both sides for once agreeing	Q
For me I sometimes think that life is death	T
Rather than life a mere affair of breath	T
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'Que scais je ' was the motto of Montaigne	N
As also of the first academicians	C
That all is dubious which man may attain	N
Was one of their most favourite positions	C
There's no such thing as certainty that's plain	N
As any of Mortality's conditions	C
So little do we know what we're about in	N
This world I doubt if doubt itself be doubting	Q
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It is a pleasant voyage perhaps to float	K
Like Pyrrho on a sea of speculation	N
But what if carrying sail capsize the boat	K
Your wise men don't know much of navigation	N
And swimming long in the abyss of thought	K
Is apt to tire a calm and shallow station	N
Well nigh the shore where one stoops down and gathers	C
Some pretty shell is best for moderate bathers	C
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'But heaven ' as Cassio says 'is above all	A2
No more of this then let us pray ' We have	B2
Souls to save since Eve's slip and Adam's fall	A2
Which tumbled all mankind into the grave	C2
Besides fish beasts and birds 'The sparrow's fall	A2
Is special providence ' though how it gave	C2
Offence we know not probably it perch'd	K
Upon the tree which Eve so fondly search'd	K
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Oh ye immortal gods what is theogony	N
Oh thou too mortal man what is philanthropy	F
Oh world which was and is what is cosmogony	N
Some people have accused me of misanthropy	F
And yet I know no more than the mahogany	N
That forms this desk of what they mean lykanthropy	F
I comprehend for without transformation	N
Men become wolves on any slight occasion	N
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But I the mildest meekest of mankind	K
Like Moses or Melancthon who have ne'er	D2
Done anything exceedingly unkind	K
And though I could not now and then forbear	D2
Following the bent of body or of mind	K
Have always had a tendency to spare	D2
Why do they call me misanthrope Because	C
They hate me not I them and here we'll pause	C
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'Tis time we should proceed with our good poem	E2
For I maintain that it is really good	K
Not only in the body but the proem	E2
However little both are understood	K
Just now but by and by the Truth will show 'em	E2
Herself in her sublimest attitude	K
And till she doth I fain must be content	K
To share her b	N

George Gordon Byron

Don Juan: Canto The Ninth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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