A Sequel to Don Juan — page 216: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 207 Vi. ~ Then lolling backwards in his easy chair, He counted on his fingers, one by one, Those victims who were destined to repair, To death with the first beam of morning’s sun. Long was the list—and he appeared to wear A smile of satisfaction when ’twas done— Just such a smile as on the face we read Of him who does a charitable deed. VII. *Twas while wrapt up in pleasing contemplation Of all the business he had done that day, And mentally surveying the whole nation To mark the ruins which around him lay, That on a sudden a slight agitation About the door-latch drew his eyes that way ; The portal opened slowly—and he there Beheld a lady, young and passing fair. VIII. Her form matured was still of sylphid lightness ; Her eyes were as the Persian Iris blue ; Her cheeks were wet with tears of diamond brightness ; Her lips were of the coral’s richest hue ; Her neck eclipsed the marble for its whiteness Her locks were glossy, as if moist with dew ; - And though despair were pictured on her face, Her gestures were all dignity and grace. COnmicloooks. conn