Don Juan

Lord Byron

• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
• Year: 2014
• eBook ISBN: 9781443441148
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Poetry
• Index: Literature

Caught carrying on a love affair with a married woman, Don Juan is forced leave his home in Spain. His adventures take across Europe to Greece, Russia, and Italy, where women cannot resist his good looks and charm, and Don Juan himself certainly cannot resist the advances of a woman who has fallen for him.

Lord Byron's "Don Juan" is a satirical poem based on the legend of Don Juan, the famous libertine character known for his ability to seduce women. However, in Lord Byron's telling, Don Juan's womanizing is due more to his inability to refuse the advances of women than his ability to seduce them. Left unfinished upon his death in 1824, "Don Juan" is one of the widest-read poems in the English language.

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Canto the First

I

I want a hero: an uncommon want,

When every year and month sends forth a new one,

Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,

The age discovers he is not the true one;

Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,

I’ll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan—

We all have seen him, in the pantomime,

Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.

II

Vernon, the butcher Cumberland, Wolfe, Hawke,

Prince Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe,

Evil and good, have had their tithe of talk.

And fill’d their sign posts then, like Wellesley now;

Each in their turn like Banquo’s monarchs stalk,

Followers of fame, “nine farrow” of that sow:

France, too, had Buonaparte and Dumourier

Recorded in the Moaiteur and Courier.

III

Barnave, Brissot , Condorcet , Mirabeau,

Petion, Clootz, Danton, Marat , La Fayette,

Were French, and famous people, as we know;

And there were others, scarce forgotten yet,

Joubert, Hoche, Marceau, Lannes, Desaix, Moreau,

With many of the military set,

Exceedingly remarkable at times,

But not at all adapted to my rhymes.

IV

Nelson was once Britannia’s god of war,

And still should be so, but the tide is turn’d;

There’s no more to be said of Trafalgar,

’Tis with our hero quietly inurn’d;

Because the army ’s grown more popular,

At which the naval people are concern’d;

Besides, the prince is all for the land-service,

Forgetting Duncan, Kelson, Howe, and Jervis.

V

Brave men were living before Agamemnon

And since, exceeding valourous and sage,

A good deal like him too, though quite the same none;

But then they shone not on the poet’s page,

And so have been forgotten:—I condemn none.

But can’t find any in the present age

Fit for my poem (that is, for my new one);

So, as I said, I’ll take my friend Don Juan.

VI

Most epic poets plunge “in medias res”

(Horace makes this the heroic turnpike road).

And then your hero tells, whene’er you please.

What went before—by way of episode,

While seated after dinner at his ease,

Beside his mistress in some soft abode.

Palace, or garden, paradise, or cavern,

Which serves the happy couple for a tavern.

VII

That is the usual method, but not mine—

My way is to begin with the beginning;

The regularity of my design

Forbids all wandering as the worst of sinning.

And therefore I shall open with a line

(Although it cost me half an hour in spinning)

Narrating somewhat of Don Juan’s father,

And also of his mother, if you’d rather.

VIII

In Seville was lie born, a pleasant city,

Famous for oranges and women—he

Who has not seen it will be much to pity,

So says the proverb—and I quite agree;

Of all the Spanish towns is none more pretty,

Cadiz perhaps—but that you soon may see;

Don Juan’s parents lived beside the river,

A noble stream, and call’d the Guadalquivir.

IX

His father’s name was José—Don, of course,—

A true Hidalgo, free from every stain

Of Moor or Hebrew blood, he traced his source

Through the most Gothic gentlemen of Spain;

A better cavalier ne’er mounted horse,

Or, being mounted, e’er got down again.

Than José, who begot our hero, who

Begot—but that’s to come—Well, to renew:

X

His mother was a learned lady, famed

For every branch of every science known

In every Christian language ever named.

With virtues equall’d by her wit alone,

She made the cleverest people quite ashamed,

And even the good with inward envy groan,

Finding themselves so very much exceeded

In their own way by all the things that she did.

XI

Her memory was a mine: she knew by heart

All Calderon and greater part of Lopé,

So that if any actor miss’d his part

She could have served him for the prompter’s copy;

For her Feinagle’s were an useless art,

And he himself obliged to shut up shop—he

Could never make a memory so fine as

That which adorn’d the brain of Donna Inez.

XII

Her favourite science was the mathematical,

Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity,

Her wit (she sometimes tried at wit) was Attic all.

Her serious sayings darken’d to sublimity;

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Table of contents

• CONTENTS
• Epigraph
• Dedication
• Canto the First
• Canto the Second
• Canto the Third
• Canto the Fourth
• Canto the Fifth
• Preface to Cantos Six, Seven and Eight
• Canto the Sixth
• Canto the Seventh
• Canto the Eighth
• Canto the Ninth
• Canto the Tenth
• Canto the Eleventh
• Canto the Twelfth
• Canto the Thirteenth
• Canto the Fourteenth
• Canto the Fifteenth
• Canto the Sixteenth
• Canto the Seventeenth
• About the Author
• About the Series
• Copyright
• About the Publisher