Don Juan: Canto The Seventeenth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBDE FGFGFHII JKJKJKLM NOPQPRSS TUT TV W KCXCXYZS A2B2A2B2A2B2B2B2 XC2XC2XC2B2B2 D2ZE2ZD2ZB2B2 B2F2B2F2B2F2G2G2 SH2SH2SH2XX I2XJ2XJ2XK2K2 H2B2H2B2H2B2H2H2 XB2XB2XB2B2B2| The world is full of orphans firstly those | A |
| Who are so in the strict sense of the phrase | B |
| But many a lonely tree the loftier grows | A |
| Than others crowded in the forest's maze | B |
| The next are such as are not doomed to lose | C |
| Their tender parents in their budding days | B |
| But merely their parental tenderness | D |
| Which leaves them orphans of the heart no less | E |
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| The next are 'only children' as they are styled | F |
| Who grow up children only since the old saw | G |
| Pronounces that an 'only' 's a spoilt child | F |
| But not to go too far I hold it law | G |
| That where their education harsh or mild | F |
| 'Transgresses the great bounds of love or awe | H |
| The sufferers be't in heart or intellect | I |
| Whate'er the cause are orphans in effect | I |
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| But to return unto the stricter rule | J |
| As far as words make rules our common notion | K |
| Of orphans paints at once a parish school | J |
| A half starved babe a wreck upon life's ocean | K |
| A human what the Italians nickname 'mule' | J |
| A theme for pity or some worse emotion | K |
| Yet if examined it might be admitted | L |
| The wealthiest orphans are to be more pitied | M |
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| Too soon they are parents to themselves for what | N |
| Are tutors guardians and so forth compared | O |
| With Nature's genial genitors so that | P |
| A child of Chancery that Star Chamber ward | Q |
| I'll take the likeness I can first come at | P |
| Is like a duckling by Dame Partlett reared | R |
| And frights especially if 'tis a daughter | S |
| The old hen by running headlong to the water | S |
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| There is a commonplace book argument | T |
| Which glibly glides from every vulgar tongue | U |
| When any dare a new light to present | T |
| 'If you are right then everybody's wrong ' | - |
| Suppose the converse of this precedent | T |
| So often urged so loudly and so long | V |
| 'If you are wrong then everybody's right ' | - |
| Was ever everybody yet so quite | W |
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| Therefore I would solicit free discussion | K |
| Upon all points no matter what or whose | C |
| Because as ages upon ages push on | X |
| The last is apt the former to accuse | C |
| Of pillowing its head on a pincushion | X |
| Heedless of pricks because it was obtuse | Y |
| What was a paradox becomes a truth or | Z |
| A something like it as bear witness Luther | S |
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| The sacraments have been reduced to two | A2 |
| And witches unto none though somewhat late | B2 |
| Since burning aged women save a few | A2 |
| Not witches only bitches who create | B2 |
| Mischief in families as some know or knew | A2 |
| Should still be singed but slightly let me state | B2 |
| Has been declared an act of inurbanity | B2 |
| Malg Sir Matthew Hale's great humanity | B2 |
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| Great Galileo was debarred the sun | X |
| Because he fixed it and to stop his talking | C2 |
| How earth could round the solar orbit run | X |
| Found his own legs embargoed from mere walking | C2 |
| The man was well nigh dead ere men begun | X |
| To think his skull had not some need of caulking | C2 |
| But now it seems he's right his notion just | B2 |
| No doubt a consolation to his dust | B2 |
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| Pythagoras Locke Socrates but pages | D2 |
| Might be filled up as vainly as before | Z |
| With the sad usage of all sorts of sages | E2 |
| Who in his lifetime each was deemed a bore | Z |
| The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages | D2 |
| This they must bear with and perhaps much more | Z |
| The wise man's sure when he no more can share it he | B2 |
| Will have a firm post obit on posterity | B2 |
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| If such doom waits each intellectual giant | B2 |
| We little people in our lesser way | F2 |
| To life's small rubs should surely be more pliant | B2 |
| And so for one will I as well I may | F2 |
| Would that I were less bilious but oh fie on't | B2 |
| Just as I make my mind up everyday | F2 |
| To be a totus teres stoic sage | G2 |
| The wind shifts and I fly into a rage | G2 |
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| Temperate I am yet never had a temper | S |
| Modest I am yet with some slight assurance | H2 |
| Changeable too yet somehow idem semper | S |
| Patient but not enamoured of endurance | H2 |
| Cheerful but sometimes rather apt to whimper | S |
| Mild but at times a sort of Hercules furens | H2 |
| So that I almost think that the same skin | X |
| For one without has two or three within | X |
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| Our hero was in canto the sixteenth | I2 |
| Left in a tender moonlight situation | X |
| Such as enables man to show his strength | J2 |
| Moral or physical On this occasion | X |
| Whether his virtue triumphed or at length | J2 |
| His vice for he was of a kindling nation | X |
| Is more than I shall venture to describe | K2 |
| Unless some beauty with a kiss should bribe | K2 |
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| I leave the thing a problem like all things | H2 |
| The morning came and breakfast tea and toast | B2 |
| Of which most men partake but no one sings | H2 |
| The company whose birth wealth worth have cost | B2 |
| My trembling lyre already several strings | H2 |
| Assembled with our hostess and mine host | B2 |
| The guests dropped in the last but one Her Grace | H2 |
| The latest Juan with his virgin face | H2 |
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| Which best is to encounter ghost or none | X |
| 'Twere difficult to say but Juan looked | B2 |
| As if he had combated with more than one | X |
| Being wan and worn with eyes that hardly brooked | B2 |
| The light that through the Gothic windows shone | X |
| Her Grace too had a sort of air rebuked | B2 |
| Seemed pale and shivered as if she had kept | B2 |
| A vigil or dreamt rather more than slept | B2 |
George Gordon Byron
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