A Sequel to Don Juan — page 160: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 15] LXXII. He gazed—he gazed upon those youthful charms : She was so beauteous, smiling in her dreams— Like a soft lustre which delights and warms, And through the dark cloud of our sorrow gleams. He could have caught her in his longing arms — He could have wept upon her burning streams ; But no—his pride forbade him to display His wounded feelings ;—so he turned away. LXXIIlf. «< All lost !’’ he cried ;—and he began to pace The room with hurried steps :—‘‘ Oh! my brain burns! ’Tis bad to move about in this small space— The sorceress, the wolf, the eagle turns— Hell is evoked by turning in one place ! What shall the poor wretch do whom Fortune spurns ? Is it not meet to die when thus he’s goaded ?”?’— But happily his pistols were not loaded. LXXIV. He threw the window open—the fresh breeze Of morning fanned his cheek, and from the breast Of his young mistress lifted the chemise, » Revealing beauties which he oft had prest. Oh! ’twas a sight a misanthrope to please— Those snowy orbs, each with a rose-bud’s crest ! Fotgotten were his sorrows and alarms— With beating heart he caught her in his arms ! CoOMmiclhooks. conn