A Sequel to Don Juan — page 176: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 167 XXXII. At length, when pillowed on his bosom, she Revealed the causes of her deep distress :—. ‘‘ And am | then again condemned to be Denied the choicest boon of happiness Which you and heaven could now confer on me ? Dost think that as thy wife I’d love thee less ?— Ah! Juan—rather to my heart would flow That confidence which now I cannot know ! XXXIIL. **] mean not confidence in thee—but in Myself,—a feeling that there is a tie Hallowing our loves, and cleansing of its sin A heart which now is unprepared to die. Oh! there are moments when my soul within By thought is tortured to an agony Bordering on madness ;—thou alone can’st save My spirit from despair’s untimely grave. XXXIV. ‘‘ Tf thou art poor, no matter—I will toil To earn our daily bread :—I can paint flowers— Knit and embroider too—and should not spoil My eyes with needle- work until late hours, Believe me that together we might foil, By the due exercise of our joint powers, Th’ advance of poverty :—no—lI alone Would work—to thee such hardship is unknown! COmiclhooks. conn