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don juan-第23章

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Haidee was Passion's child; born where the sun
Showers triple light; and scorches even the kiss
Of his gazelle…eyed daughters; she was one
Made but to love; to feel that she was his
Who was her chosen: what was said or done
Elsewhere was nothing。 She had naught to fear;
Hope; care; nor love; beyond; her heart beat here。

And oh! that quickening of the heart; that beat!
How much it costs us! yet each rising throb
Is in its cause as its effect so sweet;
That Wisdom; ever on the watch to rob
Joy of its alchymy; and to repeat
Fine truths; even Conscience; too; has a tough job
To make us understand each good old maxim;
So good… I wonder Castlereagh don't tax 'em。

And now 't was done… on the lone shore were plighted
Their hearts; the stars; their nuptial torches; shed
Beauty upon the beautiful they lighted:
Ocean their witness; and the cave their bed;
By their own feelings hallow'd and united;
Their priest was Solitude; and they were wed:
And they were happy; for to their young eyes
Each was an angel; and earth paradise。

Oh; Love! of whom great Caesar was the suitor;
Titus the master; Antony the slave;
Horace; Catullus; scholars; Ovid tutor;
Sappho the sage blue…stocking; in whose grave
All those may leap who rather would be neuter
(Leucadia's rock still overlooks the wave)…
Oh; Love! thou art the very god of evil;
For; after all; we cannot call thee devil。

Thou mak'st the chaste connubial state precarious;
And jestest with the brows of mightiest men:
Caesar and Pompey; Mahomet; Belisarius;
Have much employ'd the muse of history's pen;
Their lives and fortunes were extremely various;
Such worthies Time will never see again;
Yet to these four in three things the same luck holds;
They all were heroes; conquerors; and cuckolds。

Thou mak'st philosophers; there 's Epicurus
And Aristippus; a material crew!
Who to immoral courses would allure us
By theories quite practicable too;
If only from the devil they would insure us;
How pleasant were the maxim (not quite new);
'Eat; drink; and love; what can the rest avail us?'
So said the royal sage Sardanapalus。

But Juan! had he quite forgotten Julia?
And should he have forgotten her so soon?
I can't but say it seems to me most truly
Perplexing question; but; no doubt; the moon
Does these things for us; and whenever newly
Strong palpitation rises; 't is her boon;
Else how the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?

I hate inconstancy… I loathe; detest;
Abhor; condemn; abjure the mortal made
Of such quicksilver clay that in his breast
No permanent foundation can be laid;
Love; constant love; has been my constant guest;
And yet last night; being at a masquerade;
I saw the prettiest creature; fresh from Milan;
Which gave me some sensations like a villain。

But soon Philosophy came to my aid;
And whisper'd; 'Think of every sacred tie!'
'I will; my dear Philosophy!' I said;
'But then her teeth; and then; oh; Heaven! her eye!
I'll just inquire if she be wife or maid;
Or neither… out of curiosity。'
'Stop!' cried Philosophy; with air so Grecian
(Though she was masqued then as a fair Venetian);

'Stop!' so I stopp'd。… But to return: that which
Men call inconstancy is nothing more
Than admiration due where nature's rich
Profusion with young beauty covers o'er
Some favour'd object; and as in the niche
A lovely statue we almost adore;
This sort of adoration of the real
Is but a heightening of the 'beau ideal。'

'T is the perception of the beautiful;
A fine extension of the faculties;
Platonic; universal; wonderful;
Drawn from the stars; and filter'd through the skies;
Without which life would be extremely dull;
In short; it is the use of our own eyes;
With one or two small senses added; just
To hint that flesh is form'd of fiery dust。

Yet 't is a painful feeling; and unwilling;
For surely if we always could perceive
In the same object graces quite as killing
As when she rose upon us like an Eve;
'T would save us many a heartache; many a shilling
(For we must get them any how or grieve);
Whereas if one sole lady pleased for ever;
How pleasant for the heart as well as liver!

The heart is like the sky; a part of heaven;
But changes night and day; too; like the sky;
Now o'er it clouds and thunder must be driven;
And darkness and destruction as on high:
But when it hath been scorch'd; and pierced; and riven;
Its storms expire in water…drops; the eye
Pours forth at last the heart's blood turn'd to tears;
Which make the English climate of our years。

The liver is the lazaret of bile;
But very rarely executes its function;
For the first passion stays there such a while;
That all the rest creep in and form a junction;
Life knots of vipers on a dunghill's soil;…
Rage; fear; hate; jealousy; revenge; punction;…
So that all mischiefs spring up from this entrail;
Like earthquakes from the hidden fire call'd 'central;'

In the mean time; without proceeding more
In this anatomy; I 've finish'd now
Two hundred and odd stanzas as before;
That being about the number I 'll allow
Each canto of the twelve; or twenty…four;
And; laying down my pen; I make my bow;
Leaving Don Juan and Haidee to plead
For them and theirs with all who deign to read。





 


CANTO THE THIRD
 




HAIL; Muse! et cetera。… We left Juan sleeping;
Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast;
And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping;
And loved by a young heart; too deeply blest
To feel the poison through her spirit creeping;
Or know who rested there; a foe to rest;
Had soil'd the current of her sinless years;
And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears!

Oh; Love! what is it in this world of ours
Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah; why
With cypress branches hast thou Wreathed thy bowers;
And made thy best interpreter a sigh?
As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers;
And place them on their breast… but place to die…
Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish
Are laid within our bosoms but to perish。

In her first passion woman loves her lover;
In all the others all she loves is love;
Which grows a habit she can ne'er get over;
And fits her loosely… like an easy glove;
As you may find; whene'er you like to prove her:
One man alone at first her heart can move;
She then prefers him in the plural number;
Not finding that the additions much encumber。

I know not if the fault be men's or theirs;
But one thing 's pretty sure; a woman planted
(Unless at once she plunge for life in prayers)
After a decent time must be gallanted;
Although; no doubt; her first of love affairs
Is that to which her heart is wholly granted;
Yet there are some; they say; who have had none;
But those who have ne'er end with only one。

'T is melancholy; and a fearful sign
Of human frailty; folly; also crime;
That love and marriage rarely can bine;
Although they both are born in the same clime;
Marriage from love; like vinegar from wine…
A sad; sour; sober beverage… by time
Is sharpen'd from its high celestial flavour
Down to a very homely household savour。

There 's something of antipathy; as 't were;
Between their present and their future st
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