A Sequel to Don Juan — page 52: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 43 CX, Upon her lofty brow a pallor sate Which seemed like the poetic diadem That Genius gives her chosen few :—no state Of regal grandeur, nor refulgent gem, Nor all the splendours and the pomps that wait On eastern kings, could more ennoble them han that inartificial dignity, The badge of nature’s aristocracy. CX. While I am writing this, I have in view (Pardon the egotism) my own sweet wife : This tribute of my gratitude is due To her who seems the angel of my life— The guiding star that leads me safely through The eddies of this world’s unceasing strife— Hope’s beacon, cheering ever from afar ;— How beautiful art thou, my guiding star ! CXII. Our children have thy countenance, that beams With love for him who tells thy virtues now ;— Their eyes have caught the heavenly ray which gleams From thine athwart the clouds that shade my brow, Like sunshine on a night of hideous dreams ;—- The first to wean me from despair art thou ; For all th’ endearing sentiments of life en ei ek Roe ale summed upi in a words Children and Pines a . reas emery ee ee COMmMicloookxs. conn