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In arms, at least, he stood, in act to spring
On the first foe whom Lambro's call might


A fairer mark; and with a fix'd eye scann'd
Her father's face - but never stopp'd his



XL • Young man, your sword;' so Lambro once He gazed on her, and she on him; 't was more said :

strange Juan replied, “Not while this arm is | How like they look'd ! the expression was free.'

the same; The old man's cheek grew pale, but not Serenely savage, with a little change. with dread,

In the large dark eye's mutual-darted And drawing from his belt a pistol, he

flame; Replied, “Your blood be then on your own For she, too, was as one who could avenge, head.'

If cause should be — a lioness, though Then look'd close at the flint, as if to see


350 'T was fresh — for he had lately used the Her father's blood before her father's face lock

Boil'd up, and proved her truly of his race. And next proceeded quietly to cock. 320


I said they were alike, their features and It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, Their stature, differing but in sex and That cocking of a pistol, when you know

years; A moment more will bring the sight to | Even to the delicacy of their band bear

There was resemblance, such as true Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so; blood wears; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, And now to see them, thus divided, stand

If you have got a former friend for foe; In fix'd ferocity, when joyous tears But after being fired at once or twice, And sweet sensations should have welcomed The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.

both, Show what the passions are in their full growth.

360 Lambro presented, and one instant more Had stopp'd this Canto, and Don Juan's breath,

330 The father paused a moment, then withWhen Haidée threw herself her boy before;

drew Stern as her sire: "On me,' she cried, His weapon, and replaced it; but stood let death

still, Descend — the fault is mine; this fatal | And looking on her, as to look her through, shore

Not 1,' he said, "have sought this He found — but sought not. I have

stranger's ill; pledged my faith;

Not I have made this desolation: few I love him I will die with him: I knew Would bear such outrage, and forbear to Your pature's firmness — know your daugh

kill; ter's too.'

But I must do my duty — how thou hast

Done thine, the present vouches for the past. XLIII A minute past, and she had been all tears,

XLVII And tenderness, and infancy; but now

Let him disarm; or, by my father's head, She stood as one who champion'd human His own shall roll before you like a fears —

ball!' Pale, statue-like, and stern, she woo'd the He raised his whistle, as the word he said, blow;

340 And blew; another answer'd to the call, And tall beyond her sex, and their com And rushing in disorderly, though led, peers,

And arm'd from boot to turban, one and She drew up to her height, as if to show ! all,






Some twenty of his train came, rank on rank; Wounded and chain'd, so that he cannot He gave the word, —Arrest or slay the

move, Frank.'

And all because a lady fell in love.

LII Then, with a sudden movement, he with Here I must leave him, for I grow pathetic, drew

Moved by the Chinese uymph of tears, His danghter; while compress'd within

green tea!

410 his clasp,

Than whom Cassandra was not more pro'Twixt her and Juan interposed the crew;

phetic; In vain she struggled in her father's For if my pure libations exceed three, grasp —

I feel my heart become so sympathetic, His arms were like a serpent's coil: then That I must have recourse to black flew

Bohea: Upon their prey, as darts an angry asp, 'T is pity wine should be so deleterious, The file of pirates; save the foremost, who For tea and coffee leave us much more Had fallen, with his right shoulder half cut



Unless when qualified with thee, Cogniac ! The second had his cheek laid open; but Sweet Naïad of the Phlegethontic rill!

The third, a wary, cool old sworder, took | Ah! why the liver wilt thou thus attack, The blows upon his cutlass, and then put And make, like other nymphs, thy lovers His own well in; so well, ere you could

ill ?

420 look,

I would take refuge in weak punch, but rack His man was foor'd, and helpless at his (In each sense of the word), whene'er I foot,

fill With the blood running like a little brook | My mild and midnight beakers to the brim, From two smart sabre gashes, deep and Wakes me next morning with its synonymn.

red One on the arm, the other on the head.


I leave Don Juan for the present, safeL

Not sound, poor fellow, but severely And then they bound him where he fell, wounded; and bore

| Yet could his corporal pangs amount to half Juan from the apartment: with a sign | Of those with which his Haidée's bosom Old Lambro bade them take him to the

bounded ? shore,

She was not one to weep, and rave, and Where lay some ships which were to sail

chafe, at nine.

And then give way, subdued because surThey laid him in a boat, and plied the oar

ronnded; Until they reach'd some galliots, placed Her mother was a Moorish maid, from Fez, in line;

Where all is Eden, or a wilderness.
On board of one of these, and under hatches,
They stow'd him, with strict orders to the


There the large olive rains its amber store
In marble fonts; there grain, and flower,

and fruit, The world is full of strange vicissitudes, I Gush from the earth until the land runs And here was one exceedingly unpleasant:

o'er; A gentleman so rich in the world's goods, | But there, too, many a poison-tree has Handsome and young, enjoying all the

root, present,

And midnight listens to the lion's roar, Just at the very time when he least broods And long, long deserts scorch the camel's

On such a thing is suddenly to sea sent, I

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Or heaving whelm the helpless caravan; / Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes; And as the soil is, so the heart of man. 440 Of herbs and cordials they produced their


470 LVI

But she defied all means they could emAfric is all the sun's, and as her earth

ploy, Her human clay is kindled; full of power Like one life could not hold, nor death deFor good or evil, burning from its birth,

stroy. The Moorish blood partakes the planet's hour,

LX And like the soil beneath it will bring forth: Days lay she in that state unchanged, Beauty and love were Haidée's mother's

though chill dower;

With nothing livid, still her lips were But her large dark eye show'd deep Pas

red; sion's force,

She had no pulse, but death seem'd absent Though sleeping like a lion near a source.


No hideous sign proclaim'd her surely LVII

dead; Her daughter, temper'd with a milder ray, Corruption came not in each mind to kill Like summer clouds all silvery, smooth, All hope; to look upon her sweet face and fair,

bred Till slowly charged with thunder they dis New thoughts of life, for it seem'd full of

soul — Terror to earth, and tempest to the air, She had so much, eartb could not claim the Had held till now her soft and milky way;

whole. But overwrought with passion and de

spair, The fire barst forth from her Numidian The ruling passion, such as marble shows veins,

When exquisitely chisellid, still lay there, Even as the Simoom sweeps the blasted But fix'd as marble's unchanged aspect plains.

throws O'er the fair Venus, but for ever fair;

O'er the Laocoon's all eternal throes, The last sight which she saw was Juan's And ever-dying Gladiator's air, gore,

Their energy like life forms all their fame, And he himself o'ermaster'd and cut Yet looks not life, for they are still the

down; His blood was running on the very floor Where late he trod, her beautiful, her

LXII own;

460 She woke at length, but not as sleepers Thus much she view'd an instant and no

wake, more,

Rather the dead, for life seem'd someHer struggles ceased with one convulsive

thing new,

490 groan;

A strange sensation which she must partake On her sire's arm, which until now scarce Perforce, since whatsoever met ber view held

Struck not on memory, though a heavy Her writhing, fell she like a cedar fell’d.

ache Lay at her heart, whose earliest beat still

true A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure Brought back the sense of pain without the dyes

cause, Were dabbled with the deep blood which For, for a while, the furies made a pause.

ran o'er; And her head droop'd as when the lily lies O'ercharged with rain : her summond She look'd on many a face with vacant eye, handmaids bore

On many a token without knowing what;







close; —



She saw them watch her without asking

LXVII why,

Short solace, vain relief |— thought came And reck'd not who around her pillow

too quick,

And whild her brain to madness; she Not speechless, though she spoke not; not a arose

530 *sigh

As one who ne'er had dwelt among the sick, Relieved her thoughts; dull silence and And flew at all she met, as on her foes; quick chat

But no one ever heard her speak or shriek, Were tried in vain by those who served; Although her paroxysm drew towards its

she gave No sign, save breath, of having left the Her's was a phrensy which disdain'd to grave.


Even when they smote her, in the hope to LXIV

save. Her handmaids tended, but she heeded

LXVIII not; Her father watch'd, she turn'd her eyes | Yet she betray'd at times a gleam of sense; away;

Nothing could make her meet her father's She recognized no being, and no spot, However dear or cherish'd in their Though on all other things with looks inday;

tense They changed from room to room - but | She gazed, but none she ever could reall forgot

trace; Gentle, but without memory sbe lay; 510 Food she refused, and raiment; no pretence At length those eyes, which they would Avail'd for either; neither change of fain be weaning

place, Back to old thoughts, wax'd full of fearful Nor time, nor skill, nor remedy, could give meaning.


Senses to sleep - the power seem'd gone LXV

for ever. And then a slave bethought her of a harp; The harper came, and tuned his instru

LXIX ment;

Twelve days and nights she wither'd thus; At the first notes, irregular and sharp,

at last, On him her flashing eyes a moment | Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to bent,

show Then to the wall she turn'd as if to warp | A parting pang, the spirit from her past: Her thoughts from sorrow through her And they who watch'd her nearest could heart re-sent;

not know And he begun a long low island song 519 The very instant, till the change that cast Of ancient days, ere tyranny grew strong. Her sweet face into shadow, dull and

slow, LXVI

: 550

Glazed o'er her eyes — the beautiful, the Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall

blackIn time to his old tune; he changed the Oh! to possess such lustre — and then lack!

theme, And sung of love; the fierce name struck

LXX through all

She died, but not alone; she beld within Her recollection; on her flash'd the dream A second principle of life, which might Of what she was, and is, if ye could call | Have dawn'd a fair and sinless child of To be so being; in a gushing stream

sin; The tears rush'd forth from her o'erclouded But closed its little being without light, brain,

And went down to the grave unborn, wherein Like mountain mists at length dissolved in Blossom and bough lie wither'd with one rain.


In vain the dews of Heaven descend above None but her own and father's grave is The bleeding flower and blasted fruit of

there, love.

560 And nothing outward tells of human clay;

Ye could not know where lies a thing so LXXI

fair, Thus lived — thus died she; never more on No stone is there to show, no tongue to her

say Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was | What was; no dirge, except the hollow not made

sea's, Through years or moons the inner weight | Mourns o’er the beauty of the Cyclades.

to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are


But many a Greek maid in a loving song By age in earth: her days and pleasures Sighs o'er her name; and many an were

islander Brief, but delightful — such as had not with her sire's story makes the night less staid

long; Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well Valour was his, and beauty dwelt with By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to

her: dwell.

If she loved rashly, her life paid for


A heavy price must all pay who thus err, That isle is now all desolate and bare, In some shape; let none think to fly the Its dwellings down, its tenants pass'


d anger, away;

570 ) For soon or late Love is his own avenger.



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