juan - Popular Poems and stories from category

Of all the barbarous middle ages,
Which is most barbarous is the middle
Of man; it is--I really scarce know what;
But when we hover between fool and sage,

When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:
They say his system 'tis in vain to batter,
Too subtle for the airiest human head;
And yet who can believe it

Until sunset
From the dawn
See the woodsmen of San Juan,
They want bread before it’s gone

Oh ye
who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland,
France,

Oh blood and thunder
and oh blood and wounds
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Too gentle reader

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;

Nothing so difficult as a
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems
The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend,

Hail,
Muse
et cetera
--We left Juan sleeping,

When amatory poets sing their
In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
And pair their rhymes as Venus yokes her doves,
They little think what mischief is in hand;