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And Haidée clung around him; “Juan,
'tis 'Tis Lambro—'tis my father! Kneel
joy? Deal with me as thou wilt, but spare this
Lambro presented, and one instant more Had stopped this canto, and Don Juan's breath,
330 When Haidée threw herself her boy be
fore; Stern as her sire, “On me,” she cried,
"let death Descend-the fault is mine; this fatal
shore He found—but sought not. I have
pledged my faith; I love him-I will die with him: I knew 335 Your nature's firmness-know your daugh
High and inscrutable the old man stood, 305 A minute past, and she had been all Calm in his voice, and calm within his tears, eye
And tenderness, and infancy; but now Not always signs with him of calmest | She stood as one who championed human mood:
fearsHe looked upon her, but gave no reply; Pale, statue-like, and stern, she wooed the Then turned to Juan, in whose cheek the blow; blood
And tall beyond her sex, and their comOft came and went, as there resolved to peers, die
310 She drew up to her height, as if to show In arms, at least, he stood in act to spring A fairer mark; and with a fixed eye scanned On the first foe whom Lambro's call might Her father's face—but never stopped his
“Young man, your sword!” So Lambro He gazed on her, and she on him; 'twas once more said;
345 Juan replied, “Not while this arm is How like they looked! the expression free!”
was the same, The old man's cheek grew pale, but not Serenely savage, with a little change with dread,
315 | 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 looked close at the fint, as if to
Her father's blood before her father's face 'Twas fresh-for he had lately used the Boiled up, and proved her truly of his race.
lockAnd next proceeded quietly to cock. 320 I said they were alike, their features and
Their stature differing but in sex and It has a strange, quick jar upon the ear, years;
That cocking of a pistol, when you know | Even to the delicacy of their hand 355 A moment more will bring the sight to There was resemblance, such as true bear
blood wears; Upon your person, twelve yards off, or And now to see them, thus divided, stand so;
In fixed ferocity, when joyous tears A gentlemanly distance, not too near, 325 And sweet sensations should have wel
If you have got a former friend for foe; comed both, But after being fired at once or twice, Show what the passions are in their full The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
360 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,
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.
Then, with a sudden movement, he with- | Here I must leave him, for I grow pathetic, drew
1 Moved by the Chinese nymph of tears, His daughter; while compressed within green tea! 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
380 | I feel my heart become so sympathetic, His arms were like a serpent's coil: then That I must have recourse to black Boflew
hea: Upon their prey, as darts an angry asp, 'Tis pity wine should be so deleterious, 415 The file of pirates; save the foremost, who | For tea and coffee leave us much more Had fallen, with his right shoulder half serious.
The second had his cheek laid open; but 385 | I leave Don Juan for the present, safe-425
The third, a wary, cool old sworder, took Not sound, poor fellow, but severely The blows upon his cutlass, and then put wounded; His own well in; so well, ere you could | Yet could his corporal pangs amount to half look,
Of those with which his Haidée's bosom His man was floored, and helpless at his bounded? foot,
She was not one to weep, and rave, and With the blood running like a little chafe, brook,
390 | And then give way, subdued, because From two smart sabre gashes, deep and surrounded;
Her mother was a Moorish maid, from Fez, One on the arm, the other on the head. / Where all is Eden, or a wilderness.
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, 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
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; 445
475 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 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 smooth, and fair,
480 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
O'er the fair Venus, but forever fair; The fire burst forth from her Numidian
O’er the Laocoön's all eternal throes, 485 veins,
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, 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;
still true, On her sire's arm, which, until now, scarce Brought back the sense of pain without the held
cause, Her writhing, fell she like a cedar felled. For, for a while, the furies made a pause.
She looked on many a face with vacant eye, Short solace, vain relief!—thought came On many a token, without knowing I too quick, what;
And whirled her brain to madness; she She saw them watch her, without asking arose,
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,
535 she gave
Even when they smote her, in the hope to No sign, save breath, of having left the save. grave.
Yet she betrayed at times a gleam of sense; Her handmaids tended, but she heeded Nothing could make her meet her not;
505 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 re
However dear, or cherished in their day; trace. 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, 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 ye 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.
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;
Such gloom,—why man has such a None but her own and father's grave is
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
To sage or poet these responses givenNo stone is there to show, no tongue to
Therefore the names of Dæmon, Ghost, say
and Heaven, What was: no dirge, except the hollow
Remain the records of their vain endeavor, sea's,
Frail spells—whose uttered charm might 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 visiting
dream. 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,
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' eyesLike memory of music fled, - 10 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,