A Sequel to Don Juan — page 206: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. e 197 CXIX. Then in a pleasing reverie he’d sink, And dream the charms he thought that she must wear : A cheek whereon the downy peach’s pink Struggled against the lily’s hue so fair ; Luxuriant ringlets waving on the brink Of blushes born beneath that beauteous hair ; Lips like the rose ; and eyes of violet hue, Lighted by twin-drops of the diamond dew ! CXX. And when his menta! portraiture was done, With his soul’s eyes he’d gaze on it until He felt his heart by its soft witchery won, And every pulse and nerve with pleasure thrill : Till from the point whence they had first begun, His thoughts would change—almost against his will, So that *twould seem at length that he beheld His Rose in her who was so deeply veiled. CX XI. And oft-times this idea so powerful grew That he would fix his eyes upon that crape, Forgetting that his glance could not pierce through, And in his fancy Rose’s features shape As the ones at that moment hid from view ;— And at this vision, deep sighs would escape His anxious breast—sighs which he sometimes thought From the Veiled Sister’s lips an echo caught. | CoOmiclbooks.conn