A Sequel to Don Juan — page 61: what you’re looking at

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A Wy. A SEQUEL TO CXXXVITI. Oh! did we listen to the morals given In all those signs,-—did we collect with care The manna which may purge us of our leaven,— Then earth would be a proof-sheet of the fair And spotless volume of th’ eternal heaven,— For every fault and every error there ’T were easy to amend ere it were shown Before the footstool of th’ Almighty’s throne ! CXXX VIII. But time, which covered Nature’s brow with snows, And placed a spell upon the placid stream, Had worked no change in Juan nor in Rose Save to enhance the: brightness of the beam Which love shed o’er their hearts. Oh! he who knows _ How sweet is such a love in youth’s day-dream, Can picture all the pleasure which Rose found In treading first on that enchanted ground. CXXXIX. And there was in her love a sort of madness— A worship which she paid not unto heaven— A blending strange of exstacy and sadness,— As if at times her heart with woe were riven ; While on her red lips played sweet smiles of gladness— A placid streamlet to a torrent driven By the accumulating rains and snows,— Such was the deep impassioned love of Rose ! comicbooksicom