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(Don JUAN, Canto ii. Stanzas 49-53.)
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters ; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown
Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail. Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown,
And grimly darkled o'er the faces pale, And the dim desolate deep : twelve days had Fear Been their familiar, and now Death was here.
Some trial had been making at a raft,
With little hope in such a rolling sea,
If any laughter at such times could be,
And have a kind of wild and horrid glee,
At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars,
And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose, That still could keep afloat the struggling tars,
For yet they strove, although of no great use : There was no light in heaven but a few stars,
The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews; She gave a heel, and then a lurch to port, And, going down head foremost-sunk, in short.
Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell
Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell,
As eager to anticipate their grave;
And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave,
And first one universal shriek there rush'd,
Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder ; and then all was hushid,
Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash
Accompanied with a convulsive splash,
(DON JUAN, Canto ii. Stanzas III-118.)
How long in his damp trance young Juan lay
He knew not, for the earth was gone for him, And Time had nothing more of night nor day
For his congealing blood, and senses dim ; And how this heavy faintness pass'd away
He knew not, till each painful pulse and limb, And tingling vein seem'd throbbing back to life, For Death, though vanquish’d, still retired with strife.
His eyes he open'd, shut, again unclosed,
For all was doubt and dizziness; he thought He still was in the boat, and had but dozed,
And felt again with his despair o'erwrought, And wish'd it death in which he had reposed,
And then once more his feelings back were brought, And slowly by his swimming eyes was seen A lovely female face of seventeen.
'Twas bending close o'er his, and the small mouth
Seem'd almost prying into his for breath ; And, chafing him, the soft warm hand of youth
Recall’d his answering spirits back from death ;
Each pulse to animation, till beneath
To these kind efforts made a low reply.
Then was the cordial pour'd, and mantle flung
Around his scarce-clad limbs ; and the fair arm
And her transparent cheek, all pure
His dewy curls, long drench'd by every storm;
And lifting him with care into the cave,
The gentle girl, and her attendant,
And more robust of figure,—then begun
Light to the rocks that roof'd them, which the sun Had never seen, the maid, or whatsoe'er She was, appear'd distinct, and tall, and fair
Her brow was overhung with coins of gold,
That sparkled o'er the auburn of her hair, Her clustering hair, whose longer locks were rollid
In braids behind ; and though her stature were Even of the highest for a female mould,
They nearly reach'd her heel ; and in her air There was a something which bespoke command, As one who was a lady in the land.
Her hair, I said, was auburn ; but her eyes
Were black as death, their lashes the same hue, Of downcast length, in whose silk shadows lies
Deepest attraction ; for when to the view Forth from its raven fringe the full glance flies,
Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew ; 'Tis as the snake late coil'd, who pours his length, And hurls at once his venom and his strength.
Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye
Like twilight rosy still with the set sun; Short upper lip-sweet lips ! that make us sigh
Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary
(A race of mere impostors, when all's doneI've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).
(DON JUAN, Canto iii. Stanzas 70-75.)
Of all the dresses I select Haidée's :
She wore two jelicks-one was of pale yellow ; Of azure, pink, and white was her chemise
'Neath which her breast heaved like a little billow; With buttons form’d of pearls as large as peas,
All gold and crimson shone her jelick’s fellow, And the striped white gauze baracan that bound her, Like fleecy clouds about the moon flow'd round her.
One large gold bracelet clasp'd each lovely arm,
Lockless—so pliable from the pure gold
The limb which it adorn'd its only mould ;
And clinging as if loath to lose its hold, The purest ore enclosed the whitest skin That e'er by precious metal was held in.
Around, as princess of her father's land,
A like gold bar above her instep rollid Announced her rank; twelve rings were on her hand ;
Her hair was starr'd with gems; her veil's fine fold Below her breast was fasten'd with a band
Of lavish pearls, whose worth could scarce be told; Her orange silk full Turkish trousers furld About the prettiest ankle in the world.