A Sequel to Don Juan — page 127: what you’re looking at

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118 A SEQUEL TO CXXIUTI. He leant upon the gate—his reason rocked Upon the throne of intellect’s dominion ;— Ah! was it a delusion, then, that mocked - His vision, flying on aérial pinion ?’— | . Dreading defeated hope, his soul was shocked— He trembled like a tyrant’s guilty minion :— Great God ! can such a disappointment be ?— Oh ! no—he sees her face—’tis she—’tis she ! CXXIV. Tis she !—Qh ! not more rapid is the wing Of eagle hastening to her tender brood That wait on mountain-top for her to bring From the green vale afar their daily food,— No—not more rapid than the sudden spring Which, from the spot where he in doubt had stood, Our hero made towards the cottage-gate :— Ah! true love knows not how to hesitate ! CXXV. He clamoured at the door—the servant came ; He stayed not to enquire if Rose dwelt there, Nor to pronounce his business nor his name, But forced his way into the parlour, where’ He saw her figure pass the window-frame :— She was alone—and pale, but wondrous fair ! ‘Pardon, dear Rose !’’ was all he could repeat— -¢ Pardon !”’ he cried, and knelt down at her feet. COPMICLIOO KS. CONN)