A Sequel to Don Juan — page 241: what you’re looking at

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232 A SEQUEL TO LXX VIII. Oh! now how changed her heart—how bright her eye— How sweet the smile upon her lip that played— How cheered the voice in which she gave reply To the remarks that the Accuser made ! This time the guillotine they passed not nigh, But through the streets unto the gardens strayed ; And in the midst of the same avenue | Where they had met, he bade her thus adieu — LXXIX., ‘‘ Farewell, sweet lady ! Now must end for me The brightest dream that-1on earth may know— The only drop of pure felicity Mixed in my cup of bitters here below. We part—and different spheres in life may be The, points to which respectively we go: ? May-days for you—for me a cold December— But until death must both this hour remember. LXXX. ‘And if, when I am gone, you hear perchance Contumely and reproach heaped on my name,— If prejudice or malice should advance | To cover Tinville’s memory with shame ;— Or, lady, should your eye hereafter glance’ U pon the page that marks my life with blame— These words with truth may issue from your heart, ‘There was one deed from all the rest apart !’’ Comichbooksrecom