A Sequel to Don Juan — page 53: what you’re looking at

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Ad . A SEQUEL TO CXIII. The mind, when ina desart state, renews ~ Its strength, if by Hope’s purest manna fed ; As drooping flowers revive beneath the dews Which April mornings bountifully shed.— Mahommed taught (let none the faith abuse ) . That echoes were the voices of the dead Repeating, in a far-off realm of bliss ‘The words of those they loved and left in this. CXIV. My well-beloved, should’st thou pass hence away Into another and a happier sphere, Ere death has also closed my little day, And morn may never wake on my career,— ‘I love thee !’’ are the words that I shall say From hour to hour, during my sojourn here, That thou in other realms may’st still be found Prepared to echo back the welcome sound. CxXV. But to return to Rose. She was so fair— So graceful—so retiring—and so sweet In temper, that when Juan saw her, there Arose strange feelings in his heart, which beat As it had never beat before—so rare Were the accomplishments which seemed to meet In Rose’s mind and person, and which shone : Forth not as a bright whole, but one by one. COPMIClLOO KS. CON)