A Sequel to Don Juan — page 159: what you’re looking at

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150 A SEQUEL To LXIX. At any rate, if you repair to bed, You’ll find it the best place to soothe the sense Of desperation, and to calm the head.— Oh! when your agony is most intense, When ruin weighs upon the heart like lead, And when too late for prayer and penitence, How sweet it is to find yourself alone— . To curse—to weep—to gnash the teeth—and moan ! LXX. But, Oh! to meet a mistress or a wife After your loss,—to mark her anxious eye Seek for the causes of the mental strife Betrayed by your’s which flashes fearfully,— This, this is probing deep wounds with a knife— Heaping new torture upon misery ;— This is the same as drinking molten lead After being burnt with iron heated red. LXXI. At daybreak Juan reached the cottage. Rose Was sleeping softly in a large arm-chair : He gazed on her with feelings such as those Enjoy, whose bosoms harbour naught like care ! Forgotten were his agonizing throes— He only thought of her who slumbered there ; And then it seemed as if an angel stole Into the hell of his bewildered soul. COPMIClLOOKS. CON