And there, with Georgians, Russians, and Circassians 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; CXVI. But for the destiny of this young troop, How some were bought by pachas, some by Jews And others rose to the command of crews 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. "On the rough deep. But this last blow-" and here I cried upon my first wife's dying day, xx. "My third"—" Your third!" quoth Juan, turning round; One person thrice in holy wedlock bound!" "Well, then, your third," said Juan; "what did she? She did not run away, too, did she, sir?" XXVI. Just now a black old neutral personage Of the third sex stepp'd up, and peering over If they were fitted for the purposed cage: Horse by a blackleg, broadcloth by a tailor, XXVII. As is a slave by his intended bidder. "T is pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Some by a place-as tend their years or natures; XXVIII The eunuch having eyed them o'er with care, "No, faith."-" What then?" "I ran away from her." For this superior yoke of human cattle. XXIX. At last they settled into simple grumbling, Until the sum was accurately scann'd, xxx. I wonder if his appetite was good; Or, if it were, if also his digestion. Methinks at meals some odd thoughts might intrude About the right divine how far we should Sell flesh and blood. When dinner has oppress'd I think it is perhaps the gloomiest hour Voltaire says "No," he tells you that Candide XXXIV. Poor fellow for some reason, surely bad, They had slain him with five slugs; and left him there To perish on the pavement: so I had Him borne into the house and up the stair, XLII. As they were plodding on their winding way, And stripp'd, and look'd to-But why should I add Of oriental plants, " etcætera," More circumstances? vain was every care; The man was gone: in some Italian quarrel Kill'd by five bullets from an old gun-barrel. 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:) As the black eunuch enter'd with his brace Of purchased infidels, some raised their eyes A moment without slackening from their pace; But those who sate ne'er stirr'd in any wise: One or two stared the captives in the face, Just as one views a horse to guess his price; Some nodded to the negro from their station, But no one troubled him with conversation. LVIII. A neat, snug study on a winter's night, A book, friend, single lady, or a glass Of claret, sandwich, and an appetite. Are things which make an English evening pass; I As is a theatre lit up by gas. pass my evenings in long galleries solely, And that's the reason I'm so melancholy. LIX. Alas! man makes that great which makes him åtte: What speaks of Heaven should by no means be brittle, Might teach them this much better than I'm able. LX. Babel was Nimrod's hunting-seat, and then A town of gardens, walls, and wealth amazing, Reign'd, till one summer's day he took to grazing, The people's awe and admiration raising; LXI. That injured Queen, by chroniclers so coarse, Has been accused (1 doubt not by conspiracy) Of an improper friendship for her horse (Love, like religion, sometimes runs to heresy :) This monstrous tule had probably its source (For such exaggerations here and there I see) In writing "Courser" by mistake for "Courier:" I wish the case could come before a jury here. LXII. But to resume, should there be, (what may not Of that same Babel, or because they won't, LXIII. Yet let them think that Horace has express'd Of those, forgetting the great place of rest, At last they reach'd a quarter most retired, Where echo woke as if from a long slumber. Though full of all things which could be desired, One wonder'd what to do with such a number Of articles which nobody required; Here wealth had done its utmost to encumber With furniture an exquisite apartment, Which puzzled nature much to know what art mean LXV. It seem'd however, but to open on A range or suit of further chambers, which So costly were they; carpets every stitch |