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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
Then was the cordial pour'd, and mantle flung
Around his scarce-clad limbs; and the fair arm Raised higher the faint head which o'er it hung;
And her transparent cheek, all pure and warm, Pillow'd his death-like forehead; then she wrung
His dewy curls, long drench'd by every storm; And watch'd with eagerness each throb that drew A sigh from his heaved bosom-and hers, too.
And lifting him with care into the cave,
The gentle girl, and her attendant, -
And more robust of figure,-then begun
To kindle fire, and as the new flames gave
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,
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
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
Fit for the model of a statuary
(A race of mere impostors, when all's done— I'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
That the hand stretch'd and shut it without harm,
Around, as princess of her father's land,
A like gold bar above her instep roll'd 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 furl'd
About the prettiest ankle in the world.
Her hair's long auburn waves down to her heel Flow'd like an Alpine torrent which the sun Dyes with his morning light,—and would conceal Her person if allow'd at large to run,
And still they seem resentfully to feel
The silken fillet's curb, and sought to shun Their bonds whene'er some Zephyr caught began To offer his young pinion as her fan.
Round her she made an atmosphere of life,
Her eyelashes, though dark as night, were tinged
Her nails were touch'd with henna; but again
(DON JUAN, Canto xv. Stanzas 43-47.)
AND then there was—but why should I go on,
Of the best class, and better than her class,Aurora Raby, a young star who shone
O'er life, too sweet an image for such glass,
Rich, noble, but an orphan: left an only
Child to the care of guardians good and kind; But still her aspect had an air so lonely!
Blood is not water; and where shall we find Feelings of youth like those which overthrown lie By death, when we are left, alas! behind, To feel, in friendless palaces, a home Is wanting, and our best ties in the tomb?
Early in years, and yet more infantine
In figure, she had something of sublime In eyes which sadly shone, as seraphs' shine.
All youth-but with an aspect beyond time; Radiant and grave—as pitying man's decline;
Mournful-but mournful of another's crime, She look'd as if she sate by Eden's door, And grieved for those who could return no more.