A Sequel to Don Juan — page 145: what you’re looking at

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136 A SEQUEL To XXVII. *T was on an April evening such as this, That Rose and Juan in the parlour sate, eH Upon the sofa—her hand locked in his ; And in her eyes appeared to concentrate All the bright beams that told of passion’s bliss : Flushed were those cheeks so fair and delicaie ; And e’en her brow—the ivory throne of thought— A portion of that animation caught. XX VIII. The lily hand of the coy maid to press— To cast your arm around her slender waist— To draw her nearer till her glossy tress Touches your flushing cheek,—and then to taste The honey of her lips of loveliness, Upon her beating heart your tight hand ae al — Say, is not this a paradise ?—or can The gods confer a greater joy on man # XXIX, Oh! yes—to look into her flashing eyes— To feel her bosom palpitate beneath Your throbbing hand—to mark the stifled sighs Escaping from her breast—to hear her breathe With difficulty as new transports rise— To feel her glowing arms around you wreath :— Declare once more, is this the bliss of heaven ¢ Or can a greater joy to man be given ! COPMICLOOKS. CON