Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto VIII

Among the first, — I will not say the first,
  For such precedence upon such occasions
Will oftentimes make deadly quarrels burst
  Out between friends as well as allied nations:
The Briton must be bold who really durst
  Put to such trial John Bull's partial patience,
As say that Wellington at Waterloo
Was beaten — though the Prussians say so too; —

And that if Blucher, Bulow, Gneisenau,
  And God knows who besides in 'au' and 'ow,'
Had not come up in time to cast an awe
  Into the hearts of those who fought till now
As tigers combat with an empty craw,
  The Duke of Wellington had ceased to show
His orders, also to receive his pensions,
Which are the heaviest that our history mentions.

But never mind; — 'God save the king!' and kings!
  For if he don't, I doubt if men will longer —
I think I hear a little bird, who sings
  The people by and by will be the stronger:
The veriest jade will wince whose harness wrings
  So much into the raw as quite to wrong her
Beyond the rules of posting, — and the mob
At last fall sick of imitating Job.

At first it grumbles, then it swears, and then,
  Like David, flings smooth pebbles 'gainst a giant;
At last it takes to weapons such as men
  Snatch when despair makes human hearts less pliant.
Then comes 'the tug of war;' — 't will come again,
  I rather doubt; and I would fain say 'fie on 't,'
If I had not perceived that revolution
Alone can save the earth from hell's pollution.

But to continue: — I say not the first,
  But of the first, our little friend Don Juan
Walk'd o'er the walls of Ismail, as if nursed
  Amidst such scenes — though this was quite a new one
To him, and I should hope to most. The thirst
  Of glory, which so pierces through and through one,
Pervaded him — although a generous creature,
As warm in heart as feminine in feature.

And here he was — who upon woman's breast,
  Even from a child, felt like a child; howe'er
The man in all the rest might be confest,
  To him it was Elysium to be there;
And he could even withstand that awkward test
  Which Rousseau points out to the dubious fair,
'Observe your lover when he leaves your arms;'
But Juan never left them, while they had charms,

Unless compell'd by fate, or wave, or wind,
  Or near relations, who are much the same.
But here he was! — where each tie that can bind
  Humanity must yield to steel and flame:
And he whose very body was all mind,
  Flung here by fate or circumstance, which tame
The loftiest, hurried by the time and place,
Dash'd on like a spurr'd blood-horse in a race.

So was his blood stirr'd while he found resistance,
  As is the hunter's at the five-bar gate,
Or double post and rail, where the existence
  Of Britain's youth depends upon their weight,
The lightest being the safest: at a distance
  He hated cruelty, as all men hate
Blood, until heated — and even then his own
At times would curdle o'er some heavy groan.

The General Lascy, who had been hard press'd,
  Seeing arrive an aid so opportune
As were some hundred youngsters all abreast,
  Who came as if just dropp'd down from the moon,
To Juan, who was nearest him, address'd
  His thanks, and hopes to take the city soon,
Not reckoning him to be a 'base Bezonian'
(As Pistol calls it), but a young Livonian.

Juan, to whom he spoke in German, knew
  As much of German as of Sanscrit, and
In answer made an inclination to
  The general who held him in command;
For seeing one with ribands, black and blue,
  Stars, medals, and a bloody sword in hand,
Addressing him in tones which seem'd to thank,
He recognised an officer of rank.

Short speeches pass between two men who speak
  No common language; and besides, in time
Of war and taking towns, when many a shriek
  Rings o'er the dialogue, and many a crime
Is perpetrated ere a word can break
  Upon the ear, and sounds of horror chime
In like church-bells, with sigh, howl, groan, yell, prayer,
There cannot be much conversation there.

And therefore all we have related in
  Two long octaves, pass'd in a little minute;
But in the same small minute, every sin
  Contrived to get itself comprised within it.
The very cannon, deafen'd by the din,
  Grew dumb, for you might almost hear a linnet,
As soon as thunder, 'midst the general noise
Of human nature's agonising voice!

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