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And Haidée clung around him; “Juan, Lambro presented, and one instant more 'tis

Had stopped this canto, and Don Juan's 'Tis Lambro—'tis my father! Kneel breath,

330 with me

When Haidée threw herself her boy beHe will forgive us-yes-it must be- fore; yes.

Stern as her sire, “On me,” she cried, Oh dearest father, in this agony 300

“let death Of pleasure and of pain-even while I kiss Descend—the fault is mine; this fatal Thy garment's hem with transport, can shore it be

He found—but sought not. I have That doubt should mingle with my filial pledged my faith; joy?

I love him I will die with him: I knew 335 Deal with me as thou wilt, but spare this Your nature's firmness—know your daughboy."

ter's too."

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The father paused a moment, then with- And then they bound him where he fell, drew

and bore His weapon, and replaced it; but stood Juan from the apartment: with a sign, still,

Old Lambro bade them take him to the And looking on her, as to look her through, shore,

395 “Not I," he said, “have sought this Where lay some ships which were to sail stranger's ill;

at nine. Not I have made this desolation; few 365 They laid him in a boat, and plied the oar Would bear such outrage, and forbear to Until they reached some galliots, placed kill;

in line; But I must do my duty-how thou hast On board of one of these, and under Done thine, the present vouches for the hatches, past.

They stowed him, with strict orders to the

watches. "Let him disarm; or, by my father's head, His own shall roll before you like a The world is full of strange vicissitudes, ball!”


And here was one exceedingly unpleasHe raised his whistle, as the word he ant: said,

A gentleman so rich in the world's goods, And blew; another answered to the call, Handsome and young, enjoying all the And, rushing in disorderly, though led, present, And armed from boot to turban, one Just at the very time when he least broods and all,

On such a thing, is suddenly to sea Some twenty of his train came, rank on sent,

406 rank;

375 Wounded and chained, so that he cannot He gave the word—“Arrest or slay the move, Frank!”

And all because a lady fell in love.


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There the large olive rains its amber store A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure In marble fonts; there grain, and flower, dyes

465 and fruit,

Were dabbled with the deep blood which Gush from the earth, until the land runs ran o'er; o'er;

435 And her head drooped, as when the lily lies But there, too, many a poison tree has O'ercharged with rain: her summoned root,

handmaids bore And midnight listens to the lion's roar, Their lady to her couch, with gushing eyes; And long, long deserts scorch the camel's Of herbs and cordials they produced foot,

their store,

470 Or heaving, whelm the helpless caravan; But she defied all means they could emAnd as the soil is, so the heart of man. 440 ploy,

Like one life could not hold, nor death deAfric is all the sun's, and as her earth

stroy. Her human clay is kindled: full of power For good or evil, burning from its birth, Days lay she in that state, unchanged, The Moorish blood partakes the planet's

though chill hour,

With nothing livid, still her lips were red; And like the soil beneath, it will bring She had no pulse, but death seemed abforth:

sent still;

475 445 Beauty and love were Haidée's mother's

No hideous sign proclaimed her surely dower;

dead; But her large dark eye showed deep pas

Corruption came not in each mind to kill sion's force,

All hope; to look upon her sweet face

bred Though sleeping like a lion near a source.

New thoughts of life, for it seemed full of Her daughter, tempered with a milder ray,

soul- Like summer's clouds all silvery, She had so much, earth could not claim

the whole. smooth, and fair,

480 450 Till slowly charged with thunder, they dis- The ruling passion, such as marble shows play

When exquisitely chiselled, still lay Terror to earth, and tempest to the air

there, Had held till now her soft and milky way, But fixed as marble's unchanged aspect But, overwrought with passion and de

throws spair,

O'er the fair Venus, but forever fair; The fire burst forth from her Numidian

O'er the Laocoon's all eternal throes, 485 veins,

455 And ever-dying Gladiator's air, Even as the Simoom sweeps the blasted

Their energy, like life, forms all their fame, plains.

Yet looks not life, for they are still the

same. The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore,

She woke at length, but not as sleepers And he himself o'ermastered and cut wake, down;

Rather the dead, for life seemed someHis blood was running on the very floor, thing new,

490 Where late he trod, her beautiful, her A strange sensation which she must partake own;

460 Perforce, since whatsoever met her view Thus much she viewed an instant, and no Struck not on memory, though a heavy more

ache Her struggles ceased with one convul- Lay at her heart, whose earliest beat,

sive groan; On her sire's arm, which, until now, scarce Brought back the sense of pain without the held


495 Her writhing, fell she like a cedar felled. For, for a while, the furies made a pause.

still true,

she gave


She looked on many a face with vacant eye, Short solace, vain relief!-thought came On many a token, without knowing too quick, what:

And whirled her brain to madness; she She saw them watch her, without asking


530 why,

As one who ne'er had dwelt among the And recked not who around her pillow sick, sat;


And flew at all she met, as on her foes; Not speechless, though she spoke not; not But no one ever heard her speak or shriek, a sigh

Although her paroxysm drew towards its Relieved her thoughts; dull silence and close quick chat

Hers was a frenzy which disdained to Were tried in vain by those who served; rave,


Even when they smote her, in the hope to No sign, save breath, of having left the grave.

Yet she betrayed at times a gleam of sense; Her handmaids tended, but she heeded Nothing could make her meet her not;


father's face, Her father watched, she turned her eyes Though on all other things with looks inaway;

tense She recognized no being, and no spot, She gazed, but none she ever could reHowever dear, or cherished in their day; trace.

540 They changed from room to room, but all Food she refused, and raiment; no preforgot,

tence Gentle, but without memory, she lay; 510 Availed for either; neither change of At length those eyes, which they would place, fain be weaning

Nor time, nor skill, nor remedy, could give Back to old thoughts, waxed full of fearful her meaning.

Senses to sleep the power seemed gone

forever. And then a slave bethought her of a harp; The harper came and tuned his instru- Twelve days and nights she withered thus; ment;

at last,

545 At the first notes, irregular and sharp, 515 Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to

On him her flashing eyes a moment bent, show Then to the wall she turned, as if to warp A parting pang, the spirit from her past; Her thoughts from sorrow through her And they who watched her nearest, heart re-sent;

could not know And he began 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


550 Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall, Glazed o'er her eyes—the beautiful, the In time to his old tune: he changed the blacktheme,

Oh! to possess such luster—and then lack! And sung of love; the fierce name struck

through all Her recollection; on her flashed the Thus lived—thus died she; never more on dream

her Of what she was, and is, if

could call 525

Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was To be so being: in a gushing stream

not made The tears rushed forth from her o'er- Through years or moons the inner weight clouded brain,

to bear, Like mountain mists, at length dissolved Which colder hearts endure till they are in rain.






By age in earth; her days and pleasures This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and were


desolate? Brief but delightful—such as had not Ask why the sunlight not forever stayed

Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well river, By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to Why aught should fail and fade that once dwell.

is shown,

Why fear and dream and death and The isle is now all desolate and bare,

birth Its dwellings down, its tenants passed Cast on the daylight of this earth away;

570 Such gloom, -why man has such a None but her own and father's grave is

scope there,

For love and hate, despondency and hope? And nothing outward tells of human clay:

No voice from some sublimer world hath Ye could not know where lies a thing so

25 fair;

To sage or poet these responses givenNo stone is there to show, no tongue to

Therefore the names of Dæmon, Ghost,

and Heaven, say What was: no dirge, except the hollow

Remain the records of their vain endeavor, sea's,

Frail spells—whose uttered charm might

575 Mourns o'er the beauty of the Cyclades.

not avail to sever, From all we hear and all we see, 30

Doubt, chance, and mutability.

Thy light alone—like mist o'er mountains PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792–1822)


Or music by the night wind sent, HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY

Through strings of some still instru

ment, The awful shadow of some unseen Power

Or moonlight on a midnight stream, 35 Floats though unseen amongst us,

Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet

dream. visiting This various world with as inconstant

Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds wing

depart As summer winds that creep from flower

And come, for some uncertain moments to flower;

lent; Like moonbeams that behind some piny Man were immortal, and omnipotent, mountain shower,

5 Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou It visits with inconstant glance


40 Each human heart and countenance;

Keep with thy glorious train firm state Like hues and harmonies of evening,

within his heart. Like clouds in starlight widely

Thou messenger of sympathies, spread,

That wax and wane in lovers' eyes, Like memory of music fled,

Thou—that to human thought art nourLike aught that for its grace may be ishment, Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

Like darkness to a dying flame! 45

Depart not as thy shadow came, Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate

Depart not-lest the grave should be, With thine own hues all thou dost shine

Like life and fear, a dark reality. upon Of human thought or form,-where art While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and thou gone?


sped Why dost thou pass away and leave our Through many a listening chamber, state,

cave, and ruin,



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