A Sequel to Don Juan — page 62: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 53 CXL. A sorrow, full of sad presentiment— A joy, as gladsome as the bird of morn— A soul upon one object e’er intent— A confidence, of chaste devotion born— A bosom, knowing but one blandishment ’Midst many ills—a rose upon its thorn— A sunny April morn, prepared to melt In showers,— all these made up the love she felt- OX LI. Oh i that the soul of woman should inurn, In its recess, flames which consume so fast !— As sun-flowers, in their mute devotion, turn Ever unto the orb whose rays at last Each fibre of the constant objects burn ; And as they follow on till all be past— So does the tender heart of woman cling To him whose hand inflicts the fatal sting. CXUIL. Mistrusting no temptation of the sense, Nor with a thought of fearing it, the love Of Rose was all romance and innocence, And such as artlessness alone could prove. She scarcely understood the source from whence Come those emotions which the heart-strings move To vibrate to a sigh—a word—a glance— As when the head is giddy in the dance. COnmMicloooks.conn