A Sequel to Don Juan — page 104: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 95 LX. Her’s was a noble heart that fed upon Itself—disdaining to reveal in full Its bitterness. Her morning star had shone With dazzling brilliancy ;—but now how dull Its evening setting ! Birth and Beauty won All hearts to her—and hope appear to lull Her slightest fears asleep :—a little time, And that sweet flower was blasted in its prime ! LXI. Thus the most brilliant destinies are doomed Full oft to turn unto a bitter fate : Thus are the promises of youth entombed In the misfortunes or the crimes that wait Our riper years,—and every hope, which bloomed In our young spring, is nipped by winter’s hate :— As Alpine paths oft lead to an abyss, So human ways end in a precipice ! LXII. Or—to go farther—oft will man’s career, With all the elements of greatness fraught, End, like those Roman pathways which appear Built by the giant hands of old—in naught, Not e’en in an abyss.—A single year For Adeline a mighty change had wrought :— She, who was lately as a goddess prized, Was now deserted—exiled—and despised ! COnmicloooks. conn