A Sequel to Don Juan — page 217: what you’re looking at

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208 A SEQUEL TO IX, She was arrayed in white—a fit attire For her that as a suppliant came to him Who gazed upon her beauties with desire Filling his eyes unto the very brim. Her flowing drapery only fanned that fire, Shaping her perfect bust and well-formed limb ;— And she, although indignant at his glance, Still resolutely towards him did advance. XxX, Then, when she reached the spot where he was placed, Upon her knees she fell—and the big tears So quickly down her cheeks each other chased, And her young bosom heaved so with its fears, That for a moment sympathy was traced E’en on that countenance o’er which long years Had rolled without evoking from the lip One smile bestowed on human fellowship. XI, She knelt, and towards him raised her tearful eyes ;— Her arms, with the hands joined, hung languidly Before her—and the sobs and heart-wrung sighs Convulsed her bosom, like the stormy sea, | When from its fathomless abyss uprise Volcanic fires, forcing a passage free Through waters rolling many a fathom deep O’er where the bursting craters used to sleep. comichbooks,;com