‘Don Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero
My Leipsic, and my Mont St. Jean seems Cain.’
Don Juan, Canto xi.
[51]. This censure applies to the first Cantos of Don Juan much more than to the last. It has been called a Tristram Shandy in rhyme: it is rather a poem written about itself.
[52]. The late Rev. Joseph Fawcett, of Walthamstow.
[53]. At the time when the Vindiciæ Gallicæ first made its appearance, as a reply to the Reflections on the French Revolution, it was cried up by the partisans of the new school, as a work superior in the charms of composition to its redoubted rival: in acuteness, depth, and soundness of reasoning, of course there was supposed to be no comparison.
[54]. What an awkward bedfellow for a tuft of violets!
[55]. .sp 1
‘How oft, O Dart! what time the faithful pair
Walk’d forth, the fragrant hour of eve to share,