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  1. Don Juan: Canto 03. Hail, Muse! et cetera.—We left Juan sleeping, Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast, And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping, And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest To feel the poison through her spirit creeping, Or know who rested there, a foe to rest, Had soil'd the current of her sinless years, And turn'd ...

  2. In English literature, Don Juan, written from 1819 to 1824 by the English poet Lord Byron, is a satirical, epic poem that portrays the Spanish folk legend of Don Juan, not as a womaniser as historically portrayed, but as a victim easily seduced by women. [1]

    • Lord Byron
    • 1819
  3. 10 de sept. de 2020 · Solo para resumir, Don Juan es el poema satírico épico de Lord Byron en el que se quita la vida como mujeriego errante y le da la vuelta, haciendo que su héroe sea seducido por muchas mujeres.

  4. Lord Byron escribió la poesía épica “Don Juan” entre 1818 y 1824. El poema se inspiró en la leyenda del libertino español Don Juan, pero Byron lo usó como una parodia de los poemas épicos tradicionales. El poema está escrito en estrofas de dieciséis líneas cada una, con rima asonante.

  5. For me, who, wandering with pedestrian Muses, Contend not with you on the winged steed, I wish your fate may yield ye, when she chooses, The fame you envy, and the skill you need; And, recollect, a poet nothing loses. In giving to his brethren their full meed. Of merit, and complaint of present days.

  6. Gladly all matters down to stone or lead, Or adamant, to find the World a spirit, And wear my head, denying that I wear it. II. What a sublime discovery 'twas to make the. Universe universal egotism, That all's ideal— all ourselves: I'll stake the. World (be it what you will) that that's no schism.

  7. 3 de mar. de 2022 · And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping, And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest. To feel the poison through her spirit creeping, Or know who rested there, a foe to rest, Had soil'd the current of her sinless years, And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears! II.