A Sequel to Don Juan — page 177: what you’re looking at

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168 A SEQUEL TO XXXV. ** Delay not then my happiness ! Thou art The sole protector that I now can claim : To thee was freely given my young heart— And thou art too the guardian of my fame. = |) Oh! wert thou from thy promise to depart, « {> Death could alone conceal and end my shame reek ios But, Juan, to thy sympathy I feel 3 Messy. That never Rose will fruitlessly appeal. t cro W XXXVI-. ; *“ Remember that no parent’s love have 1— raed No mother’s tenderness—no father’s care : | Ah! never could my orphan destiny es By thee be doomed to sorrow and despair. iW If thine heart feel like mine, then every sigh, y And every cause of anguish seated there— As well as those emotions which can melt With softness—must be mutually felt.” XXX VII. Thus having spoke, she strained him to her breast : Over her brow the long—the shining hair He parted,—and, caressing and carest, By words and tender dalliance soothed her care. And at that moment who more truly blest Than that young—beautiful—and loving pair ? Their woes were buried in a bliss elysian, - And sorrow seemed an unsubstantial vision. COPMICLOOKS. CON