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Mistake you would have made on seeing the Where the blue velns look'd shadowy, two,
shrunk, and weak; Although the mortal, quite as fresh and fair, And his black curls were dewy with the Had all the advantage too of not being air.
spray, Which weigh'd upon them yet, all damp
and salt, And when into the cavern Haidee stepp'd, Mix'd with the stony vapours of the vault. All timidly, yet rapidly, she saw That like an infant Juan sweetly slept; And then she stopp’d,and stood as if in awe And she bent o'er him, and he lay beneath, (For sleep is awful), and on tiptoe crept Hush'd as the babe upon its mother's breast, And wrapt him closer, lest the air, too raw, Droop'd as the willow when no winds can Should reach his blood; then o'er him,
breathe, still as death, Lull'd like the depth of ocean when at Bent with hush'd lips that drank his scarce
rest, drawn breath. Fair as the crowning rose of the whole
Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest; And thus, like to an angel o'er the dying In short, he was a very pretty fellow, Who die in righteousness, she lean’d; and Although his woes had turn'd him rather there
yellow. All tranquilly the shipwreck'd boy was
lying, As o'er him lay the calm and stirless air: He woke and gazed, and would have slept But Zoë the meantime some eggs was frying,
again, Since, after all, no doubt the youthful pair But the fair face which met his eyes forbade Must breakfast, and betimes lest they Those eyes to close, though weariness and should ask it,
pain She drew out her provision from the basket. Had further sleep a further pleasure made;
For woman's face was never form'd in vain
For Juan, so that even when he pray'd She knew that the best feelings must have He turn'd from grisly saints, and martyrs victual,
hairy, And that a shipwreck'd youth would To the sweet portraits of the Virgin Mary.
hungry be; Besides, being less in love,she yawn'd a little, And felt her veins chill'd by the neigh-And thus upon his elbow he arose,
bouring sea; And look'd upon the lady in whose cheek And so, she cook'd their breakfast to a tittle; The pale- contended with the purple-rose, I can't say that she gave them any tea, As with an effort she began to speak; But there were eggs, fruit, coffee, bread, Her eyes were eloquent, her words would fish, honey,
pose, With Scio-wine, – an all for love, not Although she told him, in good modern money
That he was faint, and must not talk,but eat.
Now Juan could not understand a word, But Haidee stopp'd her with her quick small Being no Grecian; but he had an ear,
And her voice was the warble of a bird, And without word, a sign her finger drew on So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear, Her lip, which Zoë needs must understand; That finer, simpler music ne'er was heard; And, the first breakfast spoil'd, prepared a The sort of-sound we echo with a tear,
Without knowing why — an overpowering Because her mistress would not let her break
tone, That sleep which seem'd as it would ne'er Whence Melody descends as from a throne.
And Juan gazed as one who is awoke For still he lay and on his thin worn cheek By a distant organ, doubting if he be A purple hectic play'd like dying day Not yet a dreamer, till the spell is broke On the snow - tops of distant hills; the By the watchman, or some such reality,
Or by one's early valet's cursed knock; Of sufferance yet upon his forehead lay, At least it is a heavy sound to me,
Who like a morning-slumber – for the Such appetite in one she had deem'd dead: night
But Zoë, being older than Haidee, Shows stars and women in a better light. Knew (by tradition, for she ne'er had read)
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls,else they always burst. And Juan,too,was help'd out from his dream, Or sleep, or whatsoe'er it was, by feeling A most prodigious appetite: the steam And so she took the liberty to state, Of Zoë's cookery no doubt was stealing Rather by deeds than words, because the case Upon his senses, and the kindling beam
urgent, that the gentleman, whose fate Of the new fire, which Zoë kept up, kneeling, Had made her mistress quit her bed to trace To stir her viands, made him quite awake The sea-shore at this hour, must leave his And long for food, but chiefly a beef-steak.
plate, Unless he wish'd to die upon the place
She snatch'd it, and refused another morsel, But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Saying, he had gorged enough to make a Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid,
horse ill. and mutton, And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they Next they-he being naked, save a tatter'd
Pair of scarce decent trowsers_went to work, But this occurs but seldom, between whiles, And in the fire his recent rags they scatter'd, For some of these are rocks with scarce a And dress'd him, for the present, like a Turk,
Or Greek – that is, although it not much Others are fair and fertile, among which
matter'd, This, though not large, was one of the Omitting turban, slippers, pistols, dirk,most rich. They furnish'd him, entire except some
With a clean shirt, and very spacious I say that beef is rare,and can't help thinking
breeches. That the old fable of the Minotaur From which our modern morals, rightly
shrinking, And then fair Haidee tried her tongue at Condemn the royal lady's taste who wore
speaking, A cow's shape for a mask — was only (sinking But not a word could Juan comprehend, The allegory) a mere type, no more, Although he listend so that the young That Pasiphae promoted breeding cattle,
Greek in To make the Cretans bloodier in battle. Her earnestness would ne'er have made an
And, as he interrupted not, went eking For we all know that English people are Her speech out to her protégé and friend, Fed upon beef- I won't say much of beer, Till pausing at the last her breath to take, Because 'tis liquor only, and being far She saw he did not understand Romaic. From this my subject, has no business here; We know, too, they are very fond of war, A pleasure, like all pleasures - rather dear; And then she had recourse to nods, and signs, So were the Cretang—from which I infer And smiles, and sparkles of the speaking eye, That beef and battles both were owing to her. And read (the only book she could) the lines
Of his fair face, and found, by sympathy,
The answer eloquent, where the soul shines But to resume. The languid Juan raised And darts in one quick glance a long reply; His head upon his elbow, and he saw And thus in every look she saw exprest A sight on which he had not lately gazed, A world of words, and things at which sho As all his latter meals had been quite raw,
guess'd. Three or four things, for which the Lord
he praised, And feeling still the famish'd vulture gnaw, And now, by dint of fingers and of eyes, He fell upon whate'er was offer’d, like And words repeated after her, he took A priest, a shark, an alderman, or pike. A lesson in her tongue; but by surmise,
No doubt, less of her language than her
look: He ate,and he was well supplied ; and she, As he who studies fervently the skies Who watch'd him like a mother, would Turns oftener to the stars than to his book,
Thus Juan learn'd his alpha beta better Him past all bounds,becausc she smiled to see From Haidee's glance than any graven letter.
Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange | 'Twas well, because health in the human tongue
frame By female lips and eyes - that is, I mean, Is pleasant, besides being true love's essence, When both the teacher and the taught are For health and idleness to passion's flame
Are oil and gunpowder; and some good As was the case, at least, where I have been;
lessons They smile so when one's right, and when Are also learnt from Ceres and from Bacchus,
Without whom Venus will not long attack us. They smile still more, and then there in
tervene Pressure of hands, perhaps even a chaste While Venus fills the heart (without heart kiss ;
really I learn'd the little that I know by this: Love, though good always, it not quite
Ceres presents a plate of vermicelliThat is, some words of Spanish, Turk, and For love must be sustain'd like flesh and Greek,
blood,Italian not at all, having no teachers; While Bacchus pours out wine, or hands Much English I cannot pretend to speak,
a jelly: Learning that language chiefly from its Eggs, oysters too, are amatory food;
preachers, But who is their purveyor from above Barrow, South, Tillotson, whom every week Heaven knows,-it may be Neptune, Pan, I study, also Blair, the highest reachers
or Jove. Of eloquence in piety and proseI hate your poets, so read none of those.
When Juan woke, he found some good
things ready, As for the ladies, I have nought to say, A bath, a breakfast, and the finest eyes A wanderer from theBritish world of fashion, That ever made a youthful heart less steady, Where I, like other dogs, have had my day,” Besides her maid's, as pretty for their size; Like other men too, may have had my But I have spoken of all this already,
And repetition 's tiresome and unwise; But that, like other things, has pass'd away: Well-Juan, after bathing in the sea, And all her fools whom I could lay the Came always back to coffee and Haidee.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought
Both werc so young, and one so innocent, But dreams of what has been, no more to be. That bathing pass'd for nothing; Juan
To her, as 'twere, the kind of being sent, Return we to Don Juan. He begun Of whom these two years she had nightly To hear new words, and to repeat them; but
dream'd, Some feelings, universal as the sun, A something to be loved, a creature meant Were such as could not in his breast be To be her happiness, and whom she deem'd
To render happy; all who joy would win More than within the bosom of a nun: Must share it,--Happiness was born a twin. He was in love-as you would be, no doubt, With a young benefactress,—80 was she, Just in the way we very often see. It was such pleasure to behold him, such
Enlargement of existence to partake
Nature with him, to thrill beneath his And every day by day-break-rather early
touch, For Juan, who was somewhat fond of rest To watch him slumbering, and to see him She came into the cave, but it was merely
wake: To see her bird reposing in his nest;
To live with him for ever were too much; And she would softly stir his locks so curly, But then the thought of parting made her Without disturbing her yet slumbering
He was her own, her ocean-treasure, cast Breathing all gently o'er his cheek and Like a rich wreck-her first love and her mouth,
last. As o'er a bed of roses the sweet south.
And thus a moon rolld on, and fair Haidee And every morn his colour freshlier came, Paid daily visits to her boy, and took And every day help'd on his convalescence; / Such plentiful precautions, that still he
Remain'd unknown within his craggy nook: But to return, -Get very drunk; and when At last her father's prows put out to sea, You wake with head-ache, you shall see For certain merchantmen upon the look,
what then. Not as of yore to carry off an Io, But three Ragusan vessels, bound for Scio.
Ring for your valet, bid him quickly bring
Some hock and soda-water, then you'll know Then came her freedom, for she had no A pleasure worthy Xerxes the great king;
For not the bless'd sherbet, sublimed with So that, her father being at sea, she was
snow, Free as a married woman, or such other Nor the first sparkle of the desert-spring, Female, as where she likes may freely pass, Nor Burgundy in all its sunset-glow, Without even the incumbrance of a brother, After long travel, ennui, love, or slaughter, The freest she that ever gazed on glass : Vie with that draught of hock and sodaI speak of Christian lands in this comparison,
water. Where wives, at least, are seldom kept in
The coast--I think it was the coast that I
Was just describing-Yes, it was the coastNow she prolong'd her visits and her talk Lay at this period quiet as the sky, (For they must talk), and he had learnt to say The sands ontumbled, the blue waves unSo much as to propose to take a walk,
tost, For little had he wander'd since the day And all was stillness, save the sea-bird's cry, On which, like a young flower snape'd And dolphin's leap, and little billow crost
from the stalk, By some low rock or shelve, that made it fret Drooping and dewy on the beach he lay,- Against thc boundary it scarcely wet. And thus they walk'd out in the afternoon, And saw the sun set opposite the moon.
And forth they wander'd, her sire being gone,
As I have said, upon an expedition ; It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast, And mother, brother, guardian,she had none, With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore, Save Zoë, who although with due precision Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host, She waited on her lady with the sun, With here and there a creek, whose aspect Thought daily service was her only mission,
Bringing warm water, wreathing her long A better welcome to the tempest-tost;
tresses, And rarely ceased the haughty billow's roar, And asking now and then for cast-off dresses. Save on the dead-long summer-days, which
make The outstretch'd ocean glitter like a lake. It was the cooling hour, just where
Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, And the small ripple spilt npon the beach Which then seems as if the whole earth it Scarcely o’erpass’d the cream of your
bounded, champaigne, Circling all nature, hush’d, and dim, and When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers
With the far mountain-crescent half surThat spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's
rounded rain !
On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill Few things surpass old wine; and they may Upon the other, and the rosy sky,
With one star sparkling through it like an Who please, -the more because they preach
eye. in vain,Let us have wine and woman, mirth and
And thus they wander'd forth, and hand in Sermons and soda-water the day after.
hand, Over the shining pebbles and the shells,
Glided along the smooth and harden'd sand, Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; And in the worn and wild receptacles The best of life is but intoxication : Work’d by the storms, yet work'd as it Glory, the grape, love,gold, in these are sunk
were plann’d, The hopes of all men, and of every nation; In hollow halls, with sparry roofs and cells, Without their sap, how branchless were They turn'd to rest; and each clasp'd by the trunk
an arm, Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: / Yielded to the deep twilight's purple charm.
They look'd up to the sky, whose floating Haidee spoke not of scruples, ask'd no vows,
Nor offer'd any; she had never heard Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright; Of plight and promises to be a spouse, They gazed upon the glittering sea below, Or perils by a loving maid incurrd; Whence the broad moon rose circling into She was all which pure ignorance allows,
And flew to her young mate like a young They heard the waves splash, and the wind
And, never having dreamt of falsehood, she And saw each other's dark eyes darting Had not one word to say of constancy.
light Into each other, and, beholding this, Their lips drew near, and clung into a kiss; She loved, and was beloved - she adored,
And she was worshipp'd, after nature's
fashion; A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and Their intense souls, into each other pour'd,
If souls could die, had perish'd in that And beauty, all concentrating like rays
passion, Into one focus, kindled from above; But by degrees their senses were restored, Such kisses as belong to early days, Again to be o'ercome, again to dash on; Where heart, and soul, and sense, in con- And, beating 'gainst his bosom, Haidee's cert move,
heart And the blood 's lava, and the pulse a blaze, Felt as if never more to beat apart. Each kiss a heart-quake, for a kiss's
strength, I think it must be reckon’d by its length. Alas! they were so young, so beautiful,
So lonely, loving, helpless, and the hour
Was that in which the heart is always full, By length I mean duration ; theirs endured And, having o'er itself no further power, Heaven knows how long-no doubt they Prompts deeds eternity can not annul,
never reckond; But pays off moments in an endless shower And if they had, they could not have secured Of hell-fire-all prepared for people giving The sum of their sensations to a second: Pleasure or pain to one another living. They had not spoken; but they felt allured, As if their souls and lips each other beckonid, Which, being join'd, like swarming bees Alas! for Juan and Haidee! they were
- So loving and so lovely-till then never, Their hearts the flowers from whence the Excepting our first parents, such a pair
Had run the risk of being damn'd for ever;
Had,doubtless, heard about theStygian river,
They look upon each other, and their eyes The voiceless sands, and dropping cavus, Gleam in the moonlight; and her white that lay
arm clasps Around them, made them to each other Round Juan's head, and his around hers lies
grasps; As if there were no life beneath the sky She sits upon his knee, and drinks his Save theirs,and that their life could never die.
sighs, He hers, until they end in broken gasps ;
And thus they form a group that's quite They fear'd no eyes nor ears on that lone
Half naked, loving, natural, and Greek. They felt no terrors from the night, they were All in all to each other : though their speech Was broken words, they thought a language And when those deep and burning moments there,
passid, And all the burning tongues the passions And Juan sunk to sleep within her arms,
She slept not, but all tenderly, though sast, Found in one sigh the best interpreter Sustain'd his head upon her bosom’s charms; Of Nature's oracle- first love,--that all And now and then her eye to heaven is cast, Which Eve has left her daughters since And then on the pale cheek her breast now