A Sequel to Don Juan — page 18: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 9 X. Avelles’ pencil, Cesar’s victor brand, Phidéas’ chisel, Archimedes’ wheels | Yield to the strength of Time’s unsparing hand ;— _ But every age the force of Homer feels ! The Poet’s pen for ever will withstand The worm which from each other object steals Its glory and its brightness :—Shakspeare’s muse With each successive age her power renews. | XI. The past, the present, and the future—bound By-the elastic chain of Poetry— Kneel at her shrine in reverence profound, Hymning her praise in her own harmony : From pole to pole those Poean notes resound, O’er death to celebrate her victory :— The polished and the savage all rehearse, In their own language, the triumphal verse ! XII. Happy the poet—be he poor, opprest ! Be he proscribed, with Dante,—or enchained, With Tasso, in a madhouse,—or unblest, With Milton, by the sun-light,—or constrained, With Chatterton, to know that constant guest Named Poverty !—happy the bard who gained His daily meal by wandering, staff in hand, To sing “ Achilles’ wrath” throughout the land ! COMmmcoooks. Conn