some foreign theatre; embarked them at an Italian port, and carrying them to Algiers, sold them all. One of the women, returned from her captivity, I heard sing, by a strange coincidence, in Rossini's opera of « L'Italiana in Algeri,» at Venice, in the beginning of 1817. " Note 4, page 227, stanza LXXXVI. From all the pope makes yearly 't would perplex It is strange that it should be the Pope and the Sultan who are the chief encouragers of this branch of trade-women being prohibited as singers at St Peter's, and not deemed trust-worthy as guardians of the haram. Note 5, page 233, stanza cIII. While weeds and ordure rankle round the base. The pillar which records the battle of Ravenna is about two miles from the city, on the opposite side of the river to the road towards Forli. Gaston de Foix, who gained the battle, was killed in it; there fell on both sides twenty thousand men. The present state of the pillar and its site is described in the text. DON JUAN. CANTO V. I. WHEN amatory poets sing their loves In liquid lines mellifluously bland, And pair their rhymes as Venus yokes her doves, II. I therefore do denounce all amorous writing, VOL. II. 16 III. The European with the Asian shore The cypress groves; Olympus high and hoar; The twelve isles, and the more than I could dream, Far less describe, present the very view Which charm'd the charming Mary Montagu. IV. I have a passion for the name of « Mary,» A spell from which even yet I 'm not quite free: V. The wind swept down the Euxine, and the wave Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine. VI. 'T was a raw day of Autumn's bleak beginning, When nights are equal, but not so the days; The Parca then cut short the further spinning Of seamen's fates, and the loud tempests raise The waters and repentance for past sinning In all, who o'er the great deep take their ways: They vow to amend their lives, and yet they don't; Because if drown'd, they can't—if spared, they won't. And VII. A crowd of shivering slaves of every nation, Poor creatures! their good looks were sadly changed. All save the blacks seem'd jaded with vexation, From friends, and home, and freedom far estranged; The negroes more philosophy display'd,— Used to it, no doubt, as eels are to be flay'd. VIII. Juan was juvenile, and thus was full, As most at his age are, of hope and health; Yet, I must own, he look'd a little dull, And now and then a tear stole down by stealth: His spirits down; and then the loss of wealth, IX. Were things to shake a stoic; ne'ertheless, He was above the vulgar by his mien; And then, though pale, he was so very handsome; X. Like a backgammon board the place was dotted Some bought the jet, while others chose the pale. It chanced amongst the other people lotted, A man of thirty, rather stout and hale, XI. He had an English look; that is, was square One arm had on a bandage rather bloody; |