Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto IV

O! ye, who make the fortunes of all books!
  Benign Ceruleans of the second sex!
Who advertise new poems by your looks,
  Your 'imprimatur' will ye not annex?
What! must I go to the oblivious cooks,
  Those Cornish plunderers of Parnassian wrecks?
Ah! must I then the only minstrel be,
Proscribed from tasting your Castalian tea!

What! can I prove 'a lion' then no more?
  A ball-room bard, a foolscap, hot-press darling?
To bear the compliments of many a bore,
  And sigh, 'I can't get out,' like Yorick's starling;
Why then I 'll swear, as poet Wordy swore
  (Because the world won't read him, always snarling),
That taste is gone, that fame is but a lottery,
Drawn by the blue-coat misses of a coterie.

O! 'darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,'
  As some one somewhere sings about the sky,
And I, ye learned ladies, say of you;
  They say your stockings are so (Heaven knows why,
I have examined few pair of that hue);
  Blue as the garters which serenely lie
Round the Patrician left-legs, which adorn
The festal midnight, and the levee morn.

Yet some of you are most seraphic creatures —
  But times are alter'd since, a rhyming lover,
You read my stanzas, and I read your features:
  And — but no matter, all those things are over;
Still I have no dislike to learned natures,
  For sometimes such a world of virtues cover;
I knew one woman of that purple school,
The loveliest, chastest, best, but — quite a fool.

Humboldt, 'the first of travellers,' but not
  The last, if late accounts be accurate,
Invented, by some name I have forgot,
  As well as the sublime discovery's date,
An airy instrument, with which he sought
  To ascertain the atmospheric state,
By measuring 'the intensity of blue:'
O, Lady Daphne! let me measure you!

But to the narrative: — The vessel bound
  With slaves to sell off in the capital,
After the usual process, might be found
  At anchor under the seraglio wall;
Her cargo, from the plague being safe and sound,
  Were landed in the market, one and all,
And there with Georgians, Russians, and Circassians,
Bought up for different purposes and passions.

Some went off dearly; fifteen hundred dollars
  For one Circassian, a sweet girl, were given,
Warranted virgin; beauty's brightest colours
  Had deck'd her out in all the hues of heaven:
Her sale sent home some disappointed bawlers,
  Who bade on till the hundreds reach'd eleven;
But when the offer went beyond, they knew
'T was for the Sultan, and at once withdrew.

Twelve negresses from Nubia brought a price
  Which the West Indian market scarce would bring;
Though Wilberforce, at last, has made it twice
  What 't was ere Abolition; and the thing
Need not seem very wonderful, for vice
  Is always much more splendid than a king:
The virtues, even the most exalted, Charity,
Are saving — vice spares nothing for a rarity.

But for the destiny of this young troop,
  How some were bought by pachas, some by Jews,
How some to burdens were obliged to stoop,
  And others rose to the command of crews
As renegadoes; while in hapless group,
  Hoping no very old vizier might choose,
The females stood, as one by one they pick'd 'em,
To make a mistress, or fourth wife, or victim:

All this must be reserved for further song;
  Also our hero's lot, howe'er unpleasant
(Because this Canto has become too long),
  Must be postponed discreetly for the present;
I 'm sensible redundancy is wrong,
  But could not for the muse of me put less in 't:
And now delay the progress of Don Juan,
Till what is call'd in Ossian the fifth Juan.

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