A Sequel to Don Juan — page 126: what you’re looking at

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DON - JUAN. 117 CXX. With Nature Juan’s mind, in unison, Was dark and gloomy. He regarded not The snows that wet his feet, or fell upon His countenance. The weather seemed forgot ; And yet without an object he toiled on, As if he could outstrip his painful lot, Or fly away from thought. As vainly glide Streamlets that would flow faster than their tide ! CXXI.. The houses which he passed seemed desolate ; _ The blinds were o’er the bed-room windows drawn ; The shivering milkman at the garden gate Stayed not to chatter'on so cold a morn: Huge wreaths of snow fantastically sate On shrubs which in the summer graced a lawn ; And from the passing mail, which dragged on weariiy. No gladsome bugle-note was wafted cheerily. CXXII. Juan paused for a moment opposite A cottage, which, amidst that winter gloom, Possessed an aspect pleasing to the sight ;— A fire burnt brightly in the lower room: And past the window—heavens ! saw he right ?— Flitted the form of that loved being whom To call his own—to clasp her as his bride— He would resign all that earth held beside ! COMmicloooks. conn