A Sequel to Don Juan — page 169: what you’re looking at

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160 A SEQUEL TO ’ X IL. And then Prince Albert—thirty thousand pounds For pocket-money—really ’tis a trifle ! It scarcely buys him monkeys, parrots, hounds, Clothes, horses, pistol, fowling-piece, and rifle ; Those vile republicans exceed all bounds, And every honourable feeling stifle, When they say that a President ’s less dear With his five thousand pounds or so a-year. XIII. But, Ah! while of Victoria’s court I’m singing, W hat solemn music echoes from the lyre ? And wherefore does a passing-bell seem ringing, And melancholy thoughts my soul inspire ? See where the raven now his flight is winging— Hark to the anthem of the funeral choir— List to the curfew’s note of death-like gloom— And drop a tear o’er Flora Hastings’ tomb ! XIV. Oh! when the sovereign of this mighty nation ’Midst crowds admiring in her carriage dashes, Each ray of joy which through th’ illumination Of her heart’s happiness so brightly flashes, — Loses its splendour and its coruscation At that heart’s core, and darkens into ashes, Whene’er the name of Flora, murmured near By lips incautious, falls upon her ear. Pe COMMEOOXS. COM