A Sequel to Don Juan — page 119: what you’re looking at

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110 A SEQUEL TO CV. Alas! the festive chamber joins the grave— The bacchanalian eve may mark our doom ; The ivy round our brows to day, may wave To-morrow as Death’s emblem o’er our tomb.* The talented—the beautiful—the brave— And those gigantic geniuses, for whom Karth’s scope is not sufficient—all are bound To the same narrow bed beneath the ground. CVI. Hast ever marked the fading spirit ly— The parting of the body and the soul ? There is a kind of mental agony, -As it would seem, that often thrills the whole Of the decaying frame, as the glazed eye Is fixed upon that dread trans-mundane goal To which the vital spark is ebbing fast— A shudder what may be the doom at last ! * The ancients, at their festivals, were accustomed to twine the ivy as weil as the vine and laurel around their brows. Cassimir Dela Vigne alludes to their custom in a famous Bacchanalian song, beginning — Mes amis, nos coupes sont pleines, L’ ec'lme en couronne les bords : Quel feu, circulant dans mes veines, M’ inspire de nouveaux transports ! COPMICLOO KS. CONN