A Sequel to Don Juan — page 152: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 143 XLVIII. But stop, good Pegasus—you’re very frisky, And wander much too often from your way : You carry not an Irish Muse, whom whiskey Has rendered gaddish, volatile, and gay,— But a staid English bard not near so brisk :—le Moreover trembles, in the present day, At those wild caracollings to the skies Which former poets used so much to prize. X LIX. I like to trot on in a humble fashion, Making my observations now and then Without reserve, and also without passion, On institutions, incidents, and men :— But if at railroad speed the bard will dash on, The surface only meets his hurried ken ; And neither will the reading world nor he Be benefitted by his poetry. L. . But mine, I hope, will have a different fate, And through a long posterity remain :— And therefore I will hasten to relate How Juan’s letters came at length from Spain, With drafts on London at an early date— So that he now was wealthy once again : But that which seemed especially to win his Attention was a note from Donna Inez. COMmicloooks.conn