{"id":1830,"date":"2024-04-18T11:01:22","date_gmt":"2024-04-18T15:01:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=1830"},"modified":"2024-04-18T11:01:25","modified_gmt":"2024-04-18T15:01:25","slug":"byron-from-canto-iii-don-juan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2024\/1830\/poems\/byron-from-canto-iii-don-juan\/","title":{"rendered":"Byron: from Canto III, Don Juan"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n<p>But words are things, and a small drop of ink,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces<br>That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2019Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses<br>Instead of speech, may form a lasting link<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces<br>Frail man, when paper\u2014even a rag like this,<br>Survives himself, his tomb, and all that \u2019s his.<br><br>And when his bones are dust, his grave a blank,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His station, generation, even his nation,<br>Become a thing, or nothing, save to rank<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In chronological commemoration,<br>Some dull MS. oblivion long has sank,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or graven stone found in a barrack\u2019s station<br>In digging the foundation of a closet,<br>May turn his name up, as a rare deposit.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>But words are things, and a small drop of ink,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Falling like dew, upon a thought, producesThat which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2019Tis strange, the shortest letter which man usesInstead of speech, may form a lasting link&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of ages; to what straits old Time reducesFrail man, when paper\u2014even a rag like this,Survives himself, his tomb, and all <a href='http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2024\/1830\/poems\/byron-from-canto-iii-don-juan\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[362],"class_list":["post-1830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-all-is-vanity","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1830"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1831,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830\/revisions\/1831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}