A Sequel to Don Juan — page 222: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 213 XXII. The lady had been tranquil when she spoke, Subduing passions anxious to rebel: But now, as if abruptly she awoke From a deep trance within the narrow shell, Forth in an agonising shriek she broke, So loud—so long—so wild—so terrible, That the Accuser trembled—and his eye ~Glanced on her with a strange uncertainty. X XITLT. He knew not if to banter or respect— If to be angry or conciliate : | One moment he was ready to reject The boon she sought ;—and then her piteous state Induced him for a moment to reflect : And when he marked her bosom palpitate With agony, as now again she knelt, That stern Republican compunction felt ! XXIV. ‘*Mercy !” she cried, and grasped th’ Accuser’s hand, Loathed now no more: ‘‘in mercy hear my prayer ! One syllable from thee is a command That rash but brave and generous youth to spare. Oh! he is young to die, sir—he has planned For future years so many a project fair, ’T were hard to cut him short—’twere cruel to give ~ The mandate which proclaims, ‘ He cannot live!’ COmicloOoks. conn