Don Juan / by George Byron
| dc.contributor | Eris, Project |
| dc.contributor.author | Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T15:15:12Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T15:15:12Z |
| dc.date.created | 1821 |
| dc.date.issued | 1994-01-12 |
| dc.identifier | ota:2012 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/2012 |
| dc.description.abstract | Transcribed from an 1821 edition of the work. There were several different publications of the work in that year and there is not enough detail in the source for clarification. |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 728 KB) |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Poems -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.title | Don Juan / by George Byron |
| dc.type | Text |
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| files.size | 746136 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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1821
DON JUAN
by George Byron
DEDICATION
DEDICATION.
BOB SOUTHEY! You 're a poet- Poet-laureate,
And representative of all the race,
Although 't is true that you turn'd out a Tory at
Last,- yours has lately been a common case;
And now, my Epic Renegade! what are ye at?
With all the Lakers, in and out of place?
A nest of tuneful persons, to my eye
Like 'four and twenty Blackbirds in a pye;'
'Which pye being open'd they began to sing'
(This old song and new simile holds good),
'A dainty dish to set before the King,'
Or Regent, who admires such kind of food;-
And Coleridge, too, has lately taken wing,
But like a hawk encumber'd with his hood,-
Explaining metaphysics to the nation-
I wish he would explain his Explanation.
You, Bob! are rather insolent, you know,
At being disappointed in your wish
To supersede all w . . .
