A Sequel to Don Juan — page 187: what you’re looking at

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178 A SEQUEL TO LXV. So Juan, calling patience to his aid, Strolled out to view the town and ocean-scene, And Queen Anne’s pocket- pistol which ts said A ball to carry unto Calais’ green ; *— And then along the beach he slowly strayed, When the day yielded to a night serene ; And still he wandered on the lonely strand, The nature-given rampart of the land. LX VI. Yes—night has spread her sable wing abroad, And the bright moon shines sweetly o’er the deep ;— Lorn Solitude reclines upon the sward, And all the flowers of Spring are rocked in sleep : Mute Nature seems by silence over-awed— The garden and the grove in chrystal weep ; And the tall tree bends slowly to the wind, Like virgin o’er her lover’s tomb reclined. LX VII. Now all is hushed except the ocean’s sound, Or revelry that bids soft slumber fly ;— Now all is silent on the cliffs around ; And balmy rest has closed the sailor’s eye, To dream of riches in his sleep profound, And wake at morn to the reality Of all that poverty and lot distressed Which were forgotten in his hours of rest. * The following words are put into the cannon’s mouth :— “Load me well and keep me clean, And 1’ll carry a ball to Calais-green.”’ COMMGEMIOOKSAGOLN