A Sequel to Don Juan — page 207: what you’re looking at

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198 — A SEQUEL TO CXXII. Thus did our hero’s busy thoughts supply An occupation, so that time ne’er hung Heavily on his hands :—and when his eye Grew bright again, and in his veins the young Blood once more circulated rapidly— Then the first word that trembled from his tongue, The first his pale and quivering lips could frame, Whispering scarce audibly, was Rose’s name. CX XIII. ’Twere hard to say how that sweet syllable, When falling on the Sisters’s ear, should be Thrilling like the enchanter’s magic spell ; But the dark veil trembled exceedingly ;— And for a moment her fair fingers fell Upon his hand, with touch so light that he Scarce felt the pressure soft :—he said no more ; And she grew still and pensive:as before. CXXIV. From that day forth he gathered strength apace ;— The languor of disease abandoned him ; The rose returned unto his pallid face ; His eyes regained their lustre, lately dim : And when he left his couch for a short space, He scarcely felt unsteadiness of limb ; But being anxious a long fast to break Clamoured for Burgundy and a beef-steak. Hcomicbooks: com