A Sequel to Don Juan — page 51: what you’re looking at

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A‘ | A SEQUEL TO CVIL. *T'was not the ray of Jove, serenely beaming, Her dark blue eyes flashed forth,—nor yet the fire Of proud ambition’s hope,—-much less the gleaming Of vengeful fury, or the threat of ire : Nor was it envy from those sweet orbs streaming ;— Seidom they flashed—but when they did acquire A more than usual brightness, ’twas the glow Of Christian resignation conquering woe. CVIill. She was a beauteous creature of nineteen, With dark blue eyes—and sunny auburn hair, That might have formed the envy of a queen ; Roses and milk combined to make her fair : Her countenance, like sunset, was serene— For resignation traced that calmness there : Her lips resembled coral, and beneath Shone, white as orient pearls, the even teeth. CIX. Her soul resembled an A®olian harp That to the slightest breeze will oscillate :-— Oh! ’twere a sin those heavenly chords to warp With the hot breath of lust,—or seal the fate Of the soft flower that well had known the sharp Winds of this world—yet was so delicate ! A Rose in beauty as in name was she, And doomed to share the roses’s destiny ! * * Elle etait de ce monde, ou les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et rose, elle a vecu ce qui vivent les roses—— L’espace d’ un matin. ‘ — French Poem, comilcbooks,.com