A Sequel to Don Juan — page 161: what you’re looking at

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152 A SEQUEL TO LXXV. Rose had passed a long day of weariness, Impatient of her lover’s absence—till Anxiety amounted to distress ; And, with the apprehension of some ill, Despairingly did she her white hands press Upon her whiter brow, but could not still The agonising throbbings of the brain, Nor yet the fountains of her tears restrain. LXXVI. However gentle be the touch, respond The chords of woman’s heart ;—however slight The motion of Affection’s magic wand, The spell produced is of resistless might. Rose, fearful—tender, tremulous—and fond, In tears had passed a portion of the night ; Until fatigue, triumphant over care, Rocked her to sleep at length in that arm-chair. LXX VII. O Woman ! I am never tired of singing Thy praises,—but unto thy favourite bowers Would through the live-long day be ever bringing, To deck thy soft retreat, earth’s fairest flowers. To tell thy charms appears to me like stringing Pearls, without caring for the lapse of hours ;— But to enjoy that changeless love of thine, Is to know stars which never cease to shine ! Comichbooksncom