DON JUAN : in Sixteen Cantos with notes ( Illustrated )

He sate him pensive o'er a dish of tea, Which he perhaps had not discovered soon,. Had it not happened scalding hot to be, Which made him have recourse unto his spoon;. So much distrait he was, that all could see That something was the matter-Adeline The first-but what she could not well divine.

And looked at Juan hard, but nothing uttered. Aurora Raby, with her large dark eyes, Surveyed him with a kind of calm surprise. And yet his looks appeared to sanction both, [rious, However they might savour of delirious;. Something like illness of a sudden growth Weighed on his spirit, though by no means serious. But for the rest, as he himself seemed loth To state the case, it might be ta'en for granted It was not the physician that he wanted.

Also, the muffin whereof he complained, Said, Juan had not got his usual look elate,. At which he marvelled, since it had not rained: Her Grace replied, his Grace was rather pained With some slight, light, hereditary twinges Of gout, which rusts aristocratic hinges. A few words of condolence on his state: To put the question with an air sedate, Or careless; but the effort was not valid To hinder him from growing still more pallid.

The spirit of these walls? Tells an odd story, of which by the bye: Whether with time the spectre has grown shyer,. Or that our sires had a more gifted eye For such sights, though the tale is half believed, The Friar of late has not been oft perceived. Who watched the changes of Don Juan's brow, And from its context thought she could divine. And is not much improved by growing old.

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Adeline, with eyes fixed on the ground At first, then kindling into animation, Added her sweet voice to the lyric sound, And '' with such simplicity,—a merit Mot the less precious, that we'seldom hear it. When the Lord of the hill, Amundeville, Made Norman Church his prey, And expelled the friars, one friar still Would not be driven away.

And whether for good, or whether for ill, It is not mine to say; But still to the house of Amundeville He abideth night and day. When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn, And when aught is to betal That ancient line, in the pale moonshine He walks from hall to hall. His form you may trace, but not his face, Amundeveile is lo' by day, but the monk is lord by night.

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Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal io question that friar's right. Nor less applauds as in politeness bound, The tones, the feeling As if she rated such accomplishment As the mere pastime of an idle day,. Pursued an instant for her own content, wo'd now and then as 'twere without display,. Yet with display in fact, at times relent To such performances with haughty smile, , show'she could, if it were worth her while.

Now this but we will whisper it aside As did the cynic on some like occasion: Fair Adeline, though in a careless way, As if she rated such accomplishment As the mere pastime of an idle day, Pursued an instant for her own content, Would now and then, as 'twere without display, Yet with display in fact, at times relent To such performances, with haughty smile, To show she could, if it were worth her while.

Don Juan, in sixteen cantos, with notes

Now this but we will whisperit aside Was-pardon the pedantic illustration- Tram ' ' Plato's pride with greater pride, As ' the Cynic on some like occasion: In Babylon's bravuras—as the home 46 Heart-ballads of Green Erin or Gray Highlands, That bring Lochaber back to eyes that roam O'er far Atlantic continents or islands, The calentures of music which o'ercome All mountaineers with dreams that they are nigh lands, No more to be beheld but in such visions— Was Adeline well vers'd, as compositions.

The worlds beyond this world's perplexing waste, Had more of her existence, for in her There was a depth of feeling to embrace Thoughts, boundless, deep, silent, too, as Space. A little turn for mischief you might trace Also thereon,—but that's not much: Perhaps she merely had the simple project To laugh him out of his suppos'd dismay: Perhaps she might wish to confirm him in it, Though why, I cannot say—at least this minute. But so far the immediate effect Was to restore him to his self-propriety, A thing quite necessary to the elect, Who wish to take the tone of their society In which you cannot be too circumspect, Whether the mode be persiflage or piety, But wear the newest mantle of hypocrisy, On pain of much displeasing the gynocracy.

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And therefore Juan now began to rally His spirits, and, without more explanation, To jest upon such themes in many a sally. Of these, few could say more than has been said: They pass'd, as such things do, for superstition, With some, while others, who had more in dread The theme, half credited the strange tradition; And much was talk'd on all sides on that head: And then, the mid-day having worn to one, The company prepar'd to separate; Some to their several pastimes, or to none, Some wondering 't was so early, some so late. There was a goodly match, too, to be run, Between some greyhounds on my lord's estate, And a young race-horse, of old pedigree, Match'd for the spring, whom several went to see.

There was a picture-dealer who had brought A special Titian, warranted original, So precious that it was not to be bought, ough princes the possessor were besieging all.

Don Juan. In Sixteen Cantos, with Notes

The king himself had cheapen'd it, but thought The civil list he deigns to accept obliging all His subjects by his gracious acceptation - Too scanty, in these times of low taxation. But as Lord Henry was a connoisseur,— The friend of artists, if not arts,— the owner, With motives the most classical and pure, So that he would have been the very donor, Rather than seller, had his wants been fewer, So much he deem'd his patronage an honour, Had brought the capo d'opera, not for sale, But for his judgment—never known to fail.

An edifice no less sublime than strong, By which Lord Henry's good taste would go forth in.