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The boy expired—the father held the clay, But in this case I also must remark,
perch, Stiff on his heart, and pulse and hope were Because the tackle of our shatter'd bark
Was not so safe for roosting as a church; He watch'd it wistfully, until away And had it been the dove from Noah's ark, 'Twas borne by the rude wave wherein 'twas Returning there from her successful search,
Which in their way that moment chanced Then he himself sunk down, all dumb and
to fall, shivering, They would have eat her, olive-branch and And gave no signs of life, save his limbs
With twilight it again came on to blow, Now overhead a rainbow, bursting through But not with violence; the stars shone out, The scattering clouds, shone, spanning the The boat made way; yet now they were so
low, Resting its bright base on the quivering blue, They knew not where nor what they were And all within its arch appear'd to be
about; Clearer than that without, and its wide hue Some fancied they saw land, and some said Wax'd broad and waving like a banner free,
“No!" Then changed like to a bow that's bent, The frequent fog-banke gave them cause to and then
doubtForsook the dim eyes of these shipwreck'd Some swore that they heard breakers, others
guns, And all mistook about the latter once.
It changed, of course; a heavenly cameleon,
vermillion, Baptised in molten gold, and swathed in dun, If 'twas not land that rose with the sun's ray, Glittering like crescents o'er a Turk's He wish'd that land he never might see more:
And the rest rubb'd their eyes,and saw a bay, And blending every colour into one, Or thought they saw,and shaped their course Just like a black eye in a recent scuffle,
for shore; (For sometimes we must box without the For shore it was, and gradually grew
Distinct, and high, and palpable to view.
Our shipwreck'd seamen thought it a good and then of these some part burst into tears,
And others, looking with a stupid stare, It is as well to think so, now and then; Could not yet separate their hopes from fears, Twas an old custom of the Greek and And seem'd as if they had no further care;
While a few pray'd—(the first time for some And may become of great advantage when
years)Folks are discouraged; and most surely no And at the bottom of the boat three were
Asleep; they shook them by the hand and Had greater need tv nerve themselves again Than these, and so this rainbow look’a And tried to awaken them, but found them like hope
dead. Quite a celestial kaleidoscope.
The day before, fast sleeping on the water, About this time a beautiful white bird, They found a turtle of the hawk's - bill Webfooted, not unlike a dove in size
kind, And plumage (probably it might have errd And by good fortune, gliding softly, caught Upon its course), pass’d oft before their
Which yielded a day's life, and to their And tried to perch, although it saw and
Proved even still a more nutricious matter, The men within the boat, and in this guise Because it left encouragement behind : It came and went, and flutter'd round them They thought that, in such perils, more till
than chance Night fell:- this seem'd a better omen still. Had sent them this for their deliverance.
The land appear'd a high and rocky coast, And having learn'd to swim in that sweet And higher grew the mountains as they drew,
river, Set by a current, toward it: they were lost Had often turn'd the art to some account. In various conjectures, for none knew A better swimmer you could scarce see ever, To what part of the earth they had been He could, perhaps, have pass’d the Hellestoss'd,
pont, So changeable had been the winds that blew; As once(a feat on which ourselves we prided) Some thought it was Mount Aetna, some Leander, Mr. Ekenhead, and I did.
the highlands Of Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or other islands.
So here, though faint, emaciated, and stark,
He buoy'd his boyish limbs,and strove to ply Meantime the current, with a rising gale, With the quick wave, and gain, ere it was Still set them onwards to the welcome shore,
dark, Like Charon's bark of spectres,dull and pale: The beach which lay before him, high and Their living freight was now reduced to
The greatest danger here was from a shark, And three dead, whom their strength could That carried off his neighbour by the thigh;
As for the other two, they could not swim, To heave into the deep with those before, So nobody arrived on shore but him. Though the two sharks still follow'd them,
and dash'd 'The spray into their faces as they splash’d. Nor yet had he arrived but for the oar,
Which, providentially for him, was wash'd
Just as his feeble arms could strike no more, Famine,despair,cold,thirst,and heat had done And the hard wave o’erwhelm'd him as Their work on them by turns, and thinn'd
'twas dash'd them to
Within his grasp; he clung to it, and sore Such things, a mother had not known her son The waters beat while he thereto was lash'd; : Amidst the skeletons of that gaunt crew; At last, with swimming, wading, scramBy night chill'd, by day scorch’d, thus one
bling, he by one
Rollid on the beach, half senseless, from They perish'd, until wither’d to these few,
the sea : But chiefly by a species of self-slaughter, In washing down Pedrillo with salt-water.
There, breathless, with his digging nails As they drew nigh the land, which now Fast to the sand, lest the returning wave,
From whose reluctant roar his life he wrung, Unequal in its aspect here and there, Should suck him back to her insatiate grave: They felt the freshness of its growing green, And there he lay, full-length, where he That waved in forest-tops, and smooth'd the
Before the entrance of a cliff-worn cave, And fell upon their glazed eyes like a screen with just enough of life to feel its pain, From glistening waves, and skies so hot And deem that it was saved, perhaps in vain.
and bareLovely seem'd any object that should sweep Away the vast, salt, dread, eternal deep. With slow and staggering effort he arose,
But sunk again upon his bleeding knee
And quivering hand; and then he look'd The shore look'd wild, without a trace of
Who long had been luis mates upon the sea, And girt by formidable waves; but they But none of them appear'd to share his woes, Were mad for land, and thus their course" Save one, a corpse from out the famish'd they ran,
three, Though right ahead the roaring breakers Who died two days before,and now had found
An unknown barren beach for burial-ground. A reef between them also now began To show its boiling surf and bounding spray, But finding no place for their landing better, And as he gazed, his dizzy brain spun fast, They ran the boat for shore, and overset her. And down he sunk: and as he sunk, the
Swam round and round, and all his senses But in his native stream, the Guadalquivir,
pass'd: Juan to lave his youthful limbs was wont; He fell upon his side, and his stretch'd hand
Droop'd dripping on the oar (their jury-Light to the rocks that roofd them, which
mast), And, like a wither'd lily, on the land Had never seen, the maid, or whatsoe'er His slender frame and pallid aspect lay, She was, appear'd distinct, and tall, and As fair a thing as e'er was formd of clay.
How long in his damp trance young Juan lay Her brow was overhung with coins of gold, He knew not, for the earth was gone for him, That sparkled o'er the auburn of her hair, And Time had nothing more of night nor day Her clustering hair, whose longer locks For his congealing blood, and senses dim;
were rollid And how this heavy faintness pass'd away in braids behind, and though her stature He knew not, till each painful pulse and limb, And tingling vein , seem'd throbbing back Even of the highest for a female mould,
They nearly reach'd her heel; and in her air For Death, though vanquish’d, still retired There was a something which bespoke with strife.
As one who was a lady in the land. His eyes he opend, shut, again unclosed, For all was doubt and dizziness; he thought Her hair, I said, was auburn; but her eyes He still was in the boat, and had but dozed, Were black as death, their lashes the same And felt again with his despair o'erwrought,
hue, And wish'd it death in which he had reposed, Of downcast length, in whose silk-shadow And then once more his feelings back were
Deepest attraction, for when to the view And slowly by his swimming eye was seen Forth from its raven-fringe the full glance A lovely female face of seventeen.
flies, Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew;
'Tis as the snake, late coil'd, who pours 'Twas bending close o'er his, and the small
his length, mouth
And hurls at once his venom and his strength. Seem'd almost prying into his for breath; And chafing him, the soft warm hand of youth Recall'd his answering spirits back from Her brow was white and low, her cheek's death;
pure dye And, bathing his chill teinples, tried to soothe Like twilight rosy still with the set sun; Each pulse to animation, till beneath Short upper-lip-sweet lips! that make us Its gentle touch and trembling care, a sigh
sigh To these kind efforts made a low reply. Ever to have seen such; for she was one
Fit for the model of a statuary
(A race of mere impostors, when all's doneThen was the cordial pourd, and mantle I've seen much finer women, ripe and real,
Than all the nonsense of their stone-ideal). Around his scarce-clad limbs; and the fair
Raised higher the faint head which o'er it I'll tell you why I say so, for 'tis just
One should not rail without a decent cause: And her transparent cheek, all pure and There was an Irish lady, to whose bust
I ne'er saw justice done, and yet she was Pillow'd his death-like forehead; then she A frequent model ; and if e'er she must
Yield to stern Time and Nature's wrinkling His dewy curls, long drench'd by every
They will destroy a face which mortal And watch'd with eagerness each throb that
Ne'er compassid, nor less mortal chisel A sigh from his heaved bosom--and hers too.
And lifting him with care into the cave, And such was she, the lady of the cave: The gentle girl, and her attendant,--one Her dress was very different from theSpanish, Young, yet her elder, and of brow less Simpler, and yet of colours not so grave;
For, as you know,the Spanish women banish And more robust of figure,--then begun Bright hues when out of doors, and yet, To kindle fire, and as the new flames gave
Around them (what I hope will never For wandering merchant-vessels, now and vanish)
then, The basquina and the mantilla, they And sometimes caught as many as he wish'd; Seem at the same time mystical and gay. The cargoes he confiscated, and gain
He sought in the slave-market too, and
dish'd But with our damsel this was not the case: Full many a morsel for that Turkish trade, Her dress was many-colour'd, finely spun; By which,no doubt,a good deal may be made. Her locks curl'd negligently round her face, But through them gold and gems profusely
He was a Greek, and on his isle had built Her girdle sparkled, and the richest lace
(One of the wild and smaller Cyclades) Flow'd in her veil, and many a precious stone À very handsome house from out his guilt, Flash'd on her little hand; but what was And there he lived exceedingly at ease;
• leaven knows what cash he got, or blood Her small snow-feet had slippers, but no
he spilt, stocking
A sad old fellow was he, if you please,
But this I know, it was a spacious building, The other female's dress was not unlike,
Full of barbaric carving, paint, and gilding. But of inferior materials: she Had not so many ornaments to strike; Her hair had silver only, bound to be
He had an only daughter, call'd Haidee, Her dowry; and her veil, in form alike,
The greatest heiress of the Eastern Isles : Was coarser; and her air, though firm, Her dowry was as nothing to her smiles :
Besides, so very beautiful was she,
less free; Her hair was thicker, but less long; her eyes She grew to womanhood, and between whiles
Still in her teens, and like a lovely tree As black, but quicker, and of smaller size.
Rejected several suitors, just to learn
How to accept a better in his turn. And these two tended him, and cheer'd him
both With food and raiment, and those soft And walking out upon the beach, below
The cliff, towards sunset, on that day she Which are (as I must own) of female growth,
found, And have ten thousand delicate inventions: Insensible, - not dead, but nearly so,They made a most superior mess of broth, Don Juan, almost famish’d, and hair drown'd; A thing which poesy but seldom mentions, But being naked, she was shock’d, you But the best dish that e'er was cook'd since
Yet deem'd herself in common pity bound, Achilles order'd dinner for new comers.
As far as in her lay, “to take him in,
I'll tell you who they were, this female pair,
Or people in a trance into their grave; They shall appear before your curious eyes,
Because the good old man had so much Mistress and maid; the first was only Unlike the honest Arab thieves so brave,
"vous," daughter Of an old man who lived upon the water. He would have hospitably cured the
And sold him instantly, when out of danger. A fisherman he had been in his youth, And still a sort of fisherman was he; But other speculations were, in sooth,
And therefore, with her maid, she thought Added to his connexion with the sea,
it best Perhaps not so respectable, in truth: (A virgin always on her maid relies) A little smuggling, and some piracy,
To place him in the cave for present rest : Left him, at last, the sole of many masters And when, at last, he opend his black eyes, Of an ill-gotten million of piasters.
Their charity increased about their guest;
It open'd half the turnpike-gates to heavenA fisher, therefore, was he-though of men, (St. Paul says 'tis the toll which must be Like Peter the Apostle,--and he fish'd
They made a fire, but such a fire as they And need he had of slumber yet, for none Upon the moment could contrive with such Had suffer'd more — his hardships were Materials as were cast up round the bay,
comparative Some broken planks, and oars, that to the To those relatedin my grand-dad's Nartouch
rative. Were nearly tinder, since so long they lay A mast was almost crumbled to a crutch; But, by God's grace, here wrecks were in Not so Haidee ; she sadly toss'd and tumbled,
such plenty, And started from her sleep, and, turning o'er, That there was fuel to havefurnish'd twenty. Dream'd of a thousand wrecks, o'er which
And handsome corpses strew'd upon the He had a bed of furs and a pelisse,
shore ; For Haidee stripp'd her sables off to make And woke her maid so early that she His couch; and, that he might be more at ease,
grumbled, And warm, in case by chance he should And call'd her father's old slaves up, who
awake, They also gave a petticoat apiece, In several oaths — Armenian, Turk, and She and her maid, and promised by day-break
Greek, To pay him a fresh visit, with a dish They knew not what to think of such a freak. For breakfast, of eggs,coffee, bread,and fish.
But up she got, and up she made them get, And thus they left him to his lone repose : With some pretence about the sun, that Juan slept like a top, or like the dead,
makes Who sleep at last, perhaps,(God only knows) Sweet skies just when he rises, or is set; Just for the present; and in his lull'd head And 'tis,no doubt,a sight to see when breaks Not even a vision of his former woes Bright Phoebus, while the mountains still Throbb'd in accursed dreams, which some
are wet times spread With mist, and every bird with him awakes, Unwelcome visions of our former years, And night is flung off like a mourning-suit Till the eye, cheated, opens thick with tears. Worn for a husband, or some other brute.
Young Juan slept all dreamless:—but the I say, the sun is a most glorious sight,
I've seen him rise full oft, indeed of late Who smooth'd his pillow, as she left the den I have sat up on purpose all the night, Look'd back upon him, and a moment stay'd, which hastens, as physicians say, one's fate; And turn’d, believing that he call'd again. And so all ye, who would be in the right He slumber'd ; yet she thought,at least she In health and purse, begin your day to date
From day-break, and when coffin'd at (The heart will slip even as the tongue
fourscore, and pen), Engrave upon the plate, you rose at four. He had pronounced her name—but she forgot That at this moment Juan knew it not.
And Haidee met the morning face to face ;
Her own was freshest, though a feverish flush And pensive to her father's house she went, Had dyed it with the headlong blood, whose Enjoining silence strict to Zoë, who Better than her knew what,in fact,she meant, From heart to cheek is curb’d into a blush, She being wiser by a year or two; Like to a torrent which a mountain's base, A year or two 's an age when rightly spent, That overpowers some Alpine-river's rush, And Zoë spent hers as most women do, Checks to a lake, whose waves in circles In gaining all that useful sort of knowledge
spread ; Which is acquired in Nature's good old Or the Red Sea—but the sea is not red.
And down the cliff the island-virgin came, The morn broke, and found Juan slumbering And near the cave her quick light footsteps still
drew, Fast in his cave, and nothing clash'd upon While the sun smiled on her with his first His rest; the rushing of the neighbouring
And young Aurora kiss'd her lips with And the young beams of the excluded sun,
dew, Troubled himn not,and he might sleep his fill; Taking her for a sister ; just the same