A Sequel to Don Juan — page 193: what you’re looking at

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184. A SEQUEL TO LXX XIII. Away, away ! at Boulogne in four hours Juan alights to supper; and next morn He comes in sight of Beauvais’ Gothic towers : Around, green woods and verdant groves adorn The valley—and the crystal water pours Its murmuring current, which is onward borne Past many a hall where wealth and beauty gleam— Those lordly chateaux of the old regame ! LXXXIV. Now on to Paris !—’T was when Sol was flinging His last bright beams from the refulgent west Upon those thousand towers in which were ringing The vesper-bells—and the religious prest Unto the sacred fanes, the incense bringing Of their unfeigned devotion as the best And purest offering which could be given By those deiuded souls unto their heaven :— LXXXV. "Twas at that hour when on the Boulevards meet The rank and charms of the metropolis, To eat their ices and their friends to greet, And sometimes with their eyes to look a kiss ; When honied syllables and glances: sweet Promise th’ enjoyment of another bliss, As soon as opportunity and night Combine to favour the supreme delight :— Eomicbooksscom