A Sequel to Don Juan — page 157: what you’re looking at

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148 A- SEQUEL TO LXIILI. Not so thought Juan. Deep was his regret— Bitter the tears he shed—for ne’er could he The image of that tender one forget, Although another claimed his memory.— When heart with heart in tenderness has met, And from the union one gained misery W hich led to death, the other dare not live And not one tear to the departed give ! LXIV. E’en the stern lawyers pitied Juan’s pain: He turned away--and, without plan prepense, Rushed through the streets, a whirlwind in his brain, And in his inmost soul a pang intense ; For well he knew that he had snapped the chain Which had linked Adeline with innocence.— Each lovely flower he breathed upon seemed doomed To perish in the bosom it perfumed. LXV. Onwards he rushed—and scarcely touched the ground, His speed accelerated by the feeling Of pain within ; and an unusual sound, Like the drone’s buzzing, in his ears was pealing : The objects that he passed seemed dancing round— Carriages, houses, people, pavement reeling ; And he, obedient to an impulse strong But undefined, was whirled the streets along. COMMIC HOOKS. COINS