A Sequel to Don Juan — page 191: what you’re looking at

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182 A SEQUEL TO LX XVII. But punch and supper are two glorious things To drive away one’s terrors—and wax-lights Are seldom flapped out by a goblin’s wings, That sort of gentry patronising nights | On which no artificial lustre flings A glare unwelcome ;— so the ghost-seer writes From ages immemorial—and each nurse Will the same fact to listening youth rehearse. LXX VIII. And so by dint of wax-lights without number, Juan was able to keep off the ghost— And—more than that—to fall into a slumber As sound (the phrase is usual) as a post. No hideous dream nor night-mare did encumber His sleep—but of fair visions a whole host Seemed to protect and smile on his repose, Wherein he thought that he was still with Rose. LX XIX. And morning dawned upon the wide expanse Of sea,—the sun shone forth in glory bright ; His radiance did the loveliness enhance Of Nature all around ; the shades of mght Melted in mists, like spectres, at his glance, Or as a maiden’s sorrow at the sight Of him she loves ;—the grove renewed its glee, And all was life, light, joy, and harmony. cComichbooks com