The heart-which may be broken: happy they! Break with the first fall: they can ne'er behold found Those their bright rise had lighted to sh rarely they beheld throughout their round: And these were not of the vain kind which cloys, For theirs were buoyant spirits, never bound By the mere senses; and that which destroyS XVII. Oh beautiful! and rare as beautiful! But theirs was love in which the mind delights To lose itself, when the old world grows dull, And we are sick of its hack sounds and sights, Intrigues, adventures of the common school, 'Whom the gods love, die young,' was said of Where Hymen's torch but brands one strumpet Its petty passions, marriages, and flights, yore,* XII. And many deaths do they escape by this; The death of friends, and that which slays even more The death of friendship, love, youth, all that is, Except mere breath; and since the silent shore Awaits at last even those who longest miss Which men weep over, may be meant to save. Haidée and Juan thought not of the dead. The heavens, and earth, and air, seem'd made They found no fault with Time, save that he fled; Joy sparkling in their dark eyes like a gem ; XIV. The gentle pressure, and the thrilling touch, See Herodotus. more, The dream changed :—in a cave she stood, its High and inscrutable the old man stood, walls Calm in his voice, and calm within his eye- Oft came and went, as there resolved to dr XL. 'Young man, your sword!' So Lambro once more said; Juan replied, 'Not while this arm is free! The old man's cheek grew pale, but not with dread, But drawing from his belt a pistol, he Replied, "Your blood be then on your own head. Then look'd close at the flint, as if to see 'Twas fresh-for he had lately used the lockAnd next proceeded quietly to cock. XLI. It has a strange, quick jar upon the ear, And gazing on the dead, she thought his face 'Tis 'tis her father's-fix'd upon the pair! XXXVI. Then shrieking, she arose, and shrieking fell, I have seen such-but must not call to mind. XXXVII. Up Juan sprang to Haidée's bitter shriek, And caught her falling, and from off the wall XLII. Lambro presented, and one instant more Had stopp'd this canto, and Don Juan's breath When Haidée threw herself her boy before. Stern as her sire: 'On me,' she cried, 'let death Descend-the fault is mine; this fatal shore I love him-I will die with him: I knew "tor XLIII. A minute past, and she had been all tears, She stood as one who champion'd human fears-The blows upon his cutlass, and then put And tall beyond her sex, and their compeers, His own well in: so well, ere you could look, His man was floor'd, and helpless at his foot, With the blood running, like a little brook, From two smart sabre gashes, deep and redOne on the arm, the other on the head. |