Of course these groups were scatter'd here and there, He was "free to confess," (whence comes this phrase i Not nigh the gay saloon of ladies gent. Is't English? No-'tis only parliamentary) That innovation's spirit now-a-days Had made more progress than for the last century. He would not tread a factious path to praise, Though for the public weal disposed to venture As for his place, he could but say this of it, That the fatigue was greater than the profit LXXIV. [high Might cost both men and masters too-their places. Temperance delights her, but long fasting ruffles LXXX. There were some hunters bold, and coursers keen, LXXXI. There were some country wags, too,-and, alas! I sate next that o'erwhelming son of heaven, LXXXII. I knew him in his livelier London days, LXXXIII. His jokes were sermons, and his sermons jokes; The poor priest was reduced to common sense, LXXXIV. There is a difference, says the song, "between LXXXVII. Dully pass'd o'er the dinner of the day; LXXXVIII. On which, at the third asking of the bans, He started; and, perceiving smiles around Broadening to grins, he colored more than once. And hastily-as nothing can confound A wise man more than laughter from a dunce- And with such hurry that, ere he could curb it, LXXXIX. This was no bad mistake, as it occurr'd, The supplicator being an amateur; They little knew, or might have sympathized, That one scarce knew at what to marvel most Of two things-how (the question rather old is) Such bodies could have souls, or souls such bodies. XCI. But what confused him more than smile or stare From all the 'squires and 'squiresses around. Who wonder'd at the abstraction of his air. Especially as he had been renown'd For some vivacity among the fair, Even in the country circle's narrow bound(For little things upon my lord's estate Were good small-talk for others still less great) XCII. Was, that he caught Aurora's eye on his, In those who rarely smile, their smile bespeaks A strong external motive; and in this Smile of Aurora's there was nought to pique, Or hope, or love, with any of the wiles Which some pretend to trace in ladies' smiles. XCIII. 'Twas a mere quiet smile of contemplation, But, what was bad, she did not blush in turn, And she withdrew, but cast not down her eye, I know not; but her color ne'er was highThough sometimes faintly flush'd-and always clear As deep seas in a sunny atmosphere. XCV. But Adeline was occupied by fame This day; and watching, witching, condescending To the consumers of fish, fowl, and game, And dignity with courtesy so blending, As all must blend whose part it is to aim (Especially as the sixth year is ending) At their lord's, son's, and similar connexions' Safe conduct through the rocks of reelections. XCVI. Though this was most expedient on the whole, By a look scarce perceptible askance, XCVII. Go well she acted all and every part By turns-with that vivacious versatility, Which many people take for want of heart: They err-'tis merely what is call'd mobility," A thing of temperament, and not of art, Though seeming so, from its supposed facility: And false--though true; for surely they're sincerest Who're strongly acted on by what is nearest. XCVIII. This makes your actors, artists, and romancers, Though all Exchequer Chancellors endeavor, XCIX. The poets of arithmetic are they, Who, though they prove not two and two to be Five, as they would do in a modest way, Have plainly made it out that four are three, While Adeline dispensed her airs and graces, That honey of your fashionable bees-- However, the day closed, as days must close; Their docile esquires also did the same, CII. Some praised her beauty; others her great grace, The warmth of her politenes, whose sincerity Was obvious in each feature of her face, Whose traits were radiant with the rays of verity Yes: she was truly worthy her high place! No one could envy her deserved prosperity: And then her dress-what beautiful simplicity Draperied her form with curious felicity! 7 CIII. Meanwhile sweet Adeline deserved their praises, For all her past exertions and soft phrases, Which turn'd upon their late guests' miens and faces CIV. True, she said little-'twas the rest that broke But then 'twas to the purpose what she spoke: As music chimes in with a melodrame. CV. There were but two exceptions to this keen Skirmish of wits o'er the departed; one, Aurora, with her pure and placid mien; And Juan too, in general behind none In gay remark on what he'd heard or seen, Sate silent now, his usual spirits gone. In vain he heard the others rail or rally, He would not join them in a single sally CVI. Tis true he saw Aurora look as though She approved his silence; she perhaps mistook Its motive for that charity we owe But seldom pay the absent, nor would look Yet saw this much which he was glad to see. CVII. The ghost at least had done him this much good, He gain'd esteem where it was worth the most. And certainly Aurora had renew'd In him some feelings which he had lately lost Or harden'd; feelings which, perhaps ideal, Are so divine, that I mnst deem them real: CVIII. The love of higher things and better days; The unbounded hope, and heavenly ignorance Of what is call'd the world, and the world's ways; The moments when we gather from a glance More joy than from all future pride or praise, Which kindle manhood, but can ne'er entrance The heart in an existence of its own, Of which another's bosom is the zone. CIX. Who would not sigh Δι αι ταν Κυθέρειαν That hath a memory, or that had a heart? Alas her star must wane like that of Dian, Ray fades on ray, as years on years depart. Anacreon only had the soul to tie on Unwithering myrtle round the unblunted dart Of Eros; but, though thou hast play'd us many tricks, Still we respect thee, "Alma Venus Genetrix ! " CX. And full of sentiments, sublime as billows CXI. The night was as before: he was undrest, Saving his night-gown, which is an undress : Completely "sans culotte," and without vest; In short, he hardly could be clothed with less: But apprehensive of his spectral guest, He sate with feelings awkward to express, By those who have not had such visitations,) Expectant of the ghost's fresh operations. CXII. And not in vain listen'd;-Hush! what's that? Or tiptoe of an amatory Miss, CXIII. Again-what is't? The wind? No, no, this time It is the sable friar as before With awful footsteps regular as rhyme, Or (as rhymes may be in these days) much more. Again through shadows of the night sublime, When deep sleep fell on men, and the world wore The starry darkness round her like a girdle Spangled with gems-the monk made his blood curdle. CXIV. A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass," Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter, Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass, Sounding like very supernatural water,― Came over Juan's ear, which throbb'd, alas! For immaterialism's a serious matter: So that even those whose faith is the most great CXV. Were his eyes open ?-Yes! and his mouth too. His eyes were open, and (as was before CXVI. It open'd with a most infernal creak, Like that of hell. "Lasciate ogni speranza, Vio che entrate!" The hinge seem'd to speak. Dreadful as Dante's rima, or this stanza; Or-but all words upon such themes are weak · A single shade's sufficient to entrance a Hero-for what is substance to a spirit? Or how is 't matter trembles to come near it? CXVII. The door flew wide, not swiftly-but, as y CXVIII. Don Juan shook, as erst he had been shaken CXIX. And then his dread grew wrath, and his wrath fierce CXX. Juan put forth one arm-Eternal powers! lt touch'd nor soul, nor body, but the wall, CXXII. And Juan, puzzled, but still curious, thrust When he can't tell what 'tis that doth appal. identity." CXXI. CXXIII. But still the shade remain'd: the blue eyes glared, The ghost, if ghost it were, seem'd a sweet soul Yet one thing rather good the grave had spared, As ever lurk'd beneath a holy hood: Forth into something much like flesh and blood And they reveal'd-alas! that e'er they shoo.d' 7. My days of love are over, me no more. "Me nec fæmina, nec puer Stanza ccxvi Jam, nec spes animi credula mutul; Nec certare juvat mero, Nec vincire novis tempora fioribus." CANTO III. 1. For none likes more to hear himself converse Rispose allor Margutte: a dirtel tosto, E molto piu ne l' aspro che il mangurro; E credo che eia salvo chi gli crede. This dress is Moorish, and the bracelets and bar A like gold bar, above her instep roll'd. |