A Sequel to Don Juan — page 142: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 133 XVII. Thus whispered Juan in the maiden’s ear ; And even rigid virtue’s self could melt With tenderness at language so sincere ;— And Rose all those delicious transports felt Which warm the heart that’s conscious of being dear To him who kneels and speaks ;—and Juan knelt, And spoke in words of fire, and looked in glances Of lightning—Cupid’s most destructive lances. XIX, And her fair form was bent tow’rds him—one hand Fast locked in his—the other fondly playing With his luxuriant hair ;—her sweet breath fanned His cheeks, like zephyr amid roses straying :— Not for one moment had our hero planned One thought of the confiding girl betraying, Else were his triumph easy in th’ excess Of that enraptured moment’s tenderness. Hour after hour passed rapidly away In sweet discourse and dalliance innocent ; And still they found that they had much to say, And marvelled that the time so quickly went -— Evening appeared—and Juan might not stay, But breathed a fond adieu, and homeward bent His steps, rejoicing that his woe was past, The object of his love being found at last. COMmiclookxs. conn