Don Juan - Canto 11

In twice five years the ?greatest living poet,?
Like to the champion in the fisty ring,
Is call?d on to support his claim, or show it,
Although 't is an imaginary thing.
Even I - albeit I ?m sure I did not know it,
Nor sought of foolscap subjects to be king ?
Was reckon?d a considerable time,
The grand Napoleon of the realms of rhyme.

But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero
My Leipsic, and my Mount Saint Jean seems Cain:
?La Belle Alliance? of dunces down at zero,
Now that the Lion?s fall?n, may rise again:
But I will fall at least as fell my hero;
Nor reign at all, or as a monarch reign;
Or to some lonely isle of gaolers go,
With turncoat Southey for my turnkey Lowe.

Source: Lord Byron At Photoaspects