A Sequel to Don Juan — page 203: what you’re looking at

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194 A SEQUEL TO CX, But from the palace poured a flood of those Who ere now sought admission to the King ; And on our little squad a shower of blows -From musket and from sword began to ring.— Through many a grisly gash the red blood flows ; And Juan, overpowered, falls weltering And senseless in the sanguinary tide That streams in torrents from his wounded side. CXI. Hours pass, and he unconscious of their flight !— He wakes at length—where is he ? Stretched upon A couch ;—and there are others left and right, Aliso with occupants. The morning sun Is veiled by dingy curtains from the sight ;-— But through the rents some straggling beams have won Their way into the spacious room, and glance On many a pale and ehastly countenance. CXIL. And softly through the vast apartment glide Females, whose dark blue gowns sweep on the floor : Black veils—with which some few their faces hide— Float in funereal fold their shoulders o’er : Around their waists long strings of beads are tied, That symbol of the faith which they adore ; And in their hands medicaments they bear, Or cooling drinks which they themselves prepare. cComichbookss¢éom