A Sequel to Don Juan — page 226: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 217 XXXIV. But, Oh! her Spartan mind was nerved to bear All this, and more—for she had vowed to earn Her lover’s grace, though she were forced to dare Death—or that worse than death for which we spurn Poor fallen woman. Ever the most fair Is doomed unto the destiny most stern ! For Fate appears with greatest care to cull, To be plucked first, the flowers most beautiful ! XXXV. ‘¢ To-morrow, damsel, if it still should please Thy phantasy to save the Spaniard, stray Amidst the gardens of the Tuileries : I’11 meet thee on the terrace at mid-day. Meantime, thy bosom may remain at ease For him—he’s safe! Should’st thou the traitress play, Hope naught of me—for he shall surely die !’’— Th’ Accuser waved his hand to bar reply. XXXVI. They parted thus.—U pon th’ ethereal deep, As forth into the night the lady went, The very moon and stars appeared to weep, Though her own heart was filled with ravishment. Ah! why should she the path of honour keep, And why determine to be innocent, When she must be the sacrifice to save Him whom she loved from an untimely grave ¢ COMmiclooks. conn