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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don Juan: Canto the Second</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The ship, call'd the most holy "Trinidada," <br> Was steering duly for the port Leghorn;<br> For there the Spanish family Moncada<br> Were settled long ere Juan's sire was born:<br> They were relations, and for them he had a<br> Letter of introduction, which the morn<br> Of his departure had been sent him by<br> His Spanish friends for those in Italy.XXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> His suite consisted of three servants and<br> A tutor, the licentiate Pedrillo,<br> Who several languages did understand,<br> But now lay sick and speechless on his pillow,<br> And, rocking in his hammock, long'd for land,<br> His headache being increas'd by every billow;<br> And the waves oozing through the port-hole made<br> His berth a little damp, and him afraid.XXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 'Twas not without some reason, for the wind<br> Increas'd at night, until it blew a gale;<br> And though 'twas not much to a naval mind,<br> Some landsmen would have look'd a little pale,<br> For sailors are, in fact, a different kind:<br> At sunset they began to take in sail,<br> For the sky show'd it would come on to blow,<br> And carry away, perhaps, a mast or so.XXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> At one o'clock the wind with sudden shift<br> Threw the ship right into the trough of the sea,<br> Which struck her aft, and made an awkward rift,<br> Started the stern-post, also shatter'd the<br> Whole of her stern-frame, and, ere she could lift<br> Herself from out her present jeopardy,<br> The rudder tore away: 'twas time to sound<br> The pumps, and there were four feet water found.XXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> One gang of people instantly was put<br> Upon the pumps, and the remainder set<br> To get up part of the cargo, and what not,<br> But they could not come at the leak as yet;<br> At last they did get at it really, but<br> Still their salvation was an even bet:<br> The water rush'd through in a way quite puzzling,<br> While they thrust sheets, shirts, jackets, bales of muslin,XXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Into the opening; but all such ingredients<br> Would have been vain, and they must have gone down,<br> Despite of all their efforts and expedients,<br> But for the pumps: I'm glad to make them known<br> To all the brother tars who may have need hence,<br> For fifty tons of water were upthrown<br> By them per hour, and they had all been undone,<br> But for the maker, Mr. Mann, of London.XXX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> As day advanc'd the weather seem'd to abate,<br> And then the leak they reckon'd to reduce,<br> And keep the ship afloat, though three feet yet<br> Kept two hand- and one chain-pump still in use.<br> The wind blew fresh again: as it grew late<br> A squall came on, and while some guns broke loose,<br> A gust--which all descriptive power transcends--<br> Laid with one blast the ship on her beam ends.XXXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> There she lay, motionless, and seem'd upset;<br> The water left the hold, and wash'd the decks,<br> And made a scene men do not soon forget;<br> For they remember battles, fires and wrecks,<br> Or any other thing that brings regret,<br> Or breaks their hopes, or hearts, or heads, or necks:<br> Thus drownings are much talked of by the divers<br> And swimmers who may chance to be survivors.XXXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Immediately the masts were cut away,<br> Both main and mizen; first the mizen went,<br> The mainmast follow'd: but the ship still lay<br> Like a mere log, and baffled our intent.<br> Foremast and bowsprit were cut down, and they<br> Eas'd her at last (although we never meant<br> To part with all till every hope was blighted),<br> And then with violence the old ship righted.XXXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> It may be easily suppos'd, while this<br> Was going on, some people were unquiet,<br> That passengers would find it much amiss<br> To lose their lives, as well as spoil their diet;<br> That even the able seaman, deeming his<br> Days nearly o'er, might be dispos'd to riot,<br> As upon such occasions tars will ask<br> For grog, and sometimes drink rum from the cask.XXXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> There's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms<br> As rum and true religion: thus it was,<br> Some plunder'd, some drank spirits, some sung psalms,<br> The high wind made the treble, and as bass<br> The hoarse harsh waves kept time; fright cur'd the qualms<br> Of all the luckless landsmen's sea-sick maws:<br> Strange sounds of wailing, blasphemy, devotion,<br> Clamour'd in chorus to the roaring ocean.XXXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Perhaps more mischief had been done, but for<br> Our Juan, who, with sense beyond his years,<br> Got to the spirit-room, and stood before<br> It with a pair of pistols; and their fears,<br> As if Death were more dreadful by his door<br> Of fire than water, spite of oaths and tears,<br> Kept still aloof the crew, who, ere they sunk,<br> Thought it would be becoming to die drunk.XXXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> "Give us more grog," they cried, "for it will be<br> All one an hour hence." Juan answer'd, "No!<br> 'Tis true that Death awaits both you and me,<br> But let us die like men, not sink below<br> Like brutes"--and thus his dangerous post kept he,<br> And none lik'd to anticipate the blow;<br> And even Pedrillo, his most reverend tutor,<br> Was for some rum a disappointed suitor.XXXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The good old gentleman was quite aghast,<br> And made a loud and pious lamentation;<br> Repented all his sins, and made a last<br> Irrevocable vow of reformation;<br> Nothing should tempt him more (this peril past)<br> To quit his academic occupation,<br> In cloisters of the classic Salamanca,<br> To follow Juan's wake, like Sancho Panca.XXXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But now there came a flash of hope once more;<br> Day broke, and the wind lull'd: the masts were gone,<br> The leak increas'd; shoals round her, but no shore,<br> The vessel swam, yet still she held her own.<br> They tried the pumps again, and though, before,<br> Their desperate efforts seem'd all useless grown,<br> A glimpse of sunshine set some hands to bale--<br> The stronger pump'd, the weaker thrumm'd a sail.XXXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Under the vessel's keel the sail was pass'd,<br> And for the moment it had some effect;<br> But with a leak, and not a stick of mast,<br> Nor rag of canvas, what could they expect?<br> But still 'tis best to struggle to the last,<br> 'Tis never too late to be wholly wreck'd:<br> And though 'tis true that man can only die once,<br> 'Tis not so pleasant in the Gulf of Lyons.XL</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> There winds and waves had hurl'd them, and from thence,<br> Without their will, they carried them away;<br> For they were forc'd with steering to dispense,<br> And never had as yet a quiet day<br> On which they might repose, or even commence<br> A jurymast or rudder, or could say<br> The ship would swim an hour, which, by good luck,<br> Still swam--though not exactly like a duck.XLI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The wind, in fact, perhaps was rather less,<br> But the ship labour'd so, they scarce could hope<br> To weather out much longer; the distress<br> Was also great with which they had to cope<br> For want of water, and their solid mess<br> Was scant enough: in vain the telescope<br> Was us'd--nor sail nor shore appear'd in sight,<br> Nought but the heavy sea, and coming night.XLII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Again the weather threaten'd, again blew<br> A gale, and in the fore and after-hold<br> Water appear'd; yet, though the people knew<br> All this, the most were patient, and some bold,<br> Until the chains and leathers were worn through<br> Of all our pumps--a wreck complete she roll'd,<br> At mercy of the waves, whose mercies are<br> Like human beings during civil war.XLIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Then came the carpenter, at last, with tears<br> In his rough eyes, and told the captain he<br> Could do no more: he was a man in years,<br> And long had voyag'd through many a stormy sea,<br> And if he wept at length they were not fears<br> That made his eyelids as a woman's be,<br> But he, poor fellow, had a wife and children,<br> Two things for dying people quite bewildering.XLIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The ship was evidently settling now<br> Fast by the head; and, all distinction gone,<br> Some went to prayers again, and made a vow<br> Of candles to their saints--but there were none<br> To pay them with; and some looked o'er the bow;<br> Some hoisted out the boats; and there was one<br> That begg'd Pedrillo for an absolution,<br> Who told him to be damn'd--in his confusion.XLV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Some lash'd them in their hammocks; some put on<br> Their best clothes, as if going to a fair;<br> Some curs'd the day on which they saw the sun,<br> And gnash'd their teeth, and, howling, tore their hair;<br> And others went on as they had begun,<br> Getting the boats out, being well aware<br> That a tight boat will live in a rough sea,<br> Unless with breakers close beneath her lee.XLVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The worst of all was, that in their condition,<br> Having been several days in great distress,<br> 'Twas difficult to get out such provision<br> As now might render their long suffering less:<br> Men, even when dying, dislike inanition;<br> Their stock was damag'd by the weather's stress:<br> Two casks of biscuit, and a keg of butter,<br> Were all that could be thrown into the cutter.XLVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But in the long-boat they contriv'd to stow<br> Some pounds of bread, though injur'd by the wet;<br> Water, a twenty-gallon cask or so;<br> Six flasks of wine; and they contriv'd to get<br> A portion of their beef up from below,<br> And with a piece of pork, moreover, met,<br> But scarce enough to serve them for a luncheon--<br> Then there was rum, eight gallons in a puncheon.XLVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The other boats, the yawl and pinnace, had<br> Been stove in the beginning of the gale;<br> And the long-boat's condition was but bad,<br> As there were but two blankets for a sail,<br> And one oar for a mast, which a young lad<br> Threw in by good luck over the ship's rail;<br> And two boats could not hold, far less be stor'd,<br> To save one half the people then on board.XLIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down<br> Over the waste of waters; like a veil,<br> Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown<br> Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.<br> Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown,<br> And grimly darkled o'er the faces pale,<br> And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Fear<br> Been their familiar, and now Death was here.L</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Some trial had been making at a raft,<br> With little hope in such a rolling sea,<br> A sort of thing at which one would have laugh'd,<br> If any laughter at such times could be,<br> Unless with people who too much have quaff'd,<br> And have a kind of wild and horrid glee,<br> Half epileptical, and half hysterical--<br> Their preservation would have been a miracle.LI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars,<br> And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose,<br> That still could keep afloat the struggling tars,<br> For yet they strove, although of no great use:<br> There was no light in heaven but a few stars,<br> The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews;<br> She gave a heel, and then a lurch to port,<br> And, going down head foremost--sunk, in short.LII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell,<br> Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,<br> Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell,<br> As eager to anticipate their grave;<br> And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell,<br> And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave,<br> Like one who grapples with his enemy,<br> And strives to strangle him before he die.LIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> And first one universal shriek there rush'd,<br> Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash<br> Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd,<br> Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash<br> Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd,<br> Accompanied by a convulsive splash,<br> A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry<br> Of some strong swimmer in his agony.LIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The boats, as stated, had got off before,<br> And in them crowded several of the crew;<br> And yet their present hope was hardly more<br> Than what it had been, for so strong it blew<br> There was slight chance of reaching any shore;<br> And then they were too many, though so few--<br> Nine in the cutter, thirty in the boat,<br> Were counted in them when they got afloat.LV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> All the rest perish'd; near two hundred souls<br> Had left their bodies; and what's worse, alas!<br> When over Catholics the ocean rolls,<br> They must wait several weeks before a mass<br> Takes off one peck of purgatorial coals,<br> Because, till people know what's come to pass,<br> They won't lay out their money on the dead--<br> It costs three francs for every mass that's said.LVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Juan got into the long-boat, and there<br> Contriv'd to help Pedrillo to a place;<br> If seem'd as if they had exchang'd their care,<br> For Juan wore the magisterial face<br> Which courage gives, while poor Pedrillo's pair<br> Of eyes were crying for their owner's case:<br> Battista, though (a name called shortly Tita),<br> Was lost by getting at some aqua-vita.LVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Pedro, his valet, too, he tried to save,<br> But the same cause, conducive to his loss,<br> Left him so drunk, he jump'd into the wave,<br> As o'er the cutter's edge he tried to cross,<br> And so he found a wine-and-watery grave;<br> They could not rescue him although so close,<br> Because the sea ran higher every minute,<br> And for the boat--the crew kept crowding in it.LVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> A small old spaniel--which had been Don José's,<br> His father's, whom he lov'd, as ye may think,<br> For on such things the memory reposes<br> With tenderness--stood howling on the brink,<br> Knowing (dogs have such intellectual noses!),<br> No doubt, the vessel was about to sink;<br> And Juan caught him up, and ere he stepp'd<br> Off threw him in, then after him he leap'd.LIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> He also stuff'd his money where he could<br> About his person, and Pedrillo's too,<br> Who let him do, in fact, whate'er he would,<br> Not knowing what himself to say, or do,<br> As every rising wave his dread renew'd;<br> But Juan, trusting they might still get through,<br> And deeming there were remedies for any ill,<br> Thus re-embark'd his tutor and his spaniel.LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 'Twas a rough night, and blew so stiffly yet,<br> That the sail was becalm'd between the seas,<br> Though on the wave's high top too much to set,<br> They dar'd not take it in for all the breeze:<br> Each sea curl'd o'er the stern, and kept them wet,<br> And made them bale without a moment's ease,<br> So that themselves as well as hopes were damp'd,<br> And the poor little cutter quickly swamp'd.LXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Nine souls more went in her: the long-boat still<br> Kept above water, with an oar for mast,<br> Two blankets stitch'd together, answering ill<br> Instead of sail, were to the oar made fast;<br> Though every wave roll'd menacing to fill,<br> And present peril all before surpass'd,<br> They griev'd for those who perish'd with the cutter,<br> And also for the biscuit-casks and butter.LXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The sun rose red and fiery, a sure sign<br> Of the continuance of the gale: to run<br> Before the sea until it should grow fine<br> Was all that for the present could be done:<br> A few tea-spoonfuls of their rum and wine<br> Were serv'd out to the people, who begun<br> To faint, and damag'd bread wet through the bags,<br> And most of them had little clothes but rags.LXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> They counted thirty, crowded in a space<br> Which left scarce room for motion or exertion;<br> They did their best to modify their case,<br> One half sate up, though numb'd with the immersion,<br> While t'other half were laid down in their place,<br> At watch and watch; thus, shivering like the tertian<br> Ague in its cold fit, they fill'd their boat,<br> With nothing but the sky for a great coat.LXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 'Tis very certain the desire of life<br> Prolongs it: this is obvious to physicians,<br> When patients, neither plagu'd with friends nor wife,<br> Survive through very desperate conditions,<br> Because they still can hope, nor shines the knife<br> Nor shears of Atropos before their visions:<br> Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,<br> And makes men's misery of alarming brevity.LXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 'Tis said that persons living on annuities<br> Are longer liv'd than others--God knows why,<br> Unless to plague the grantors--yet so true it is<br> That some, I really think, do never die:<br> Of any creditors the worst a Jew it is,<br> And that 's their mode of furnishing supply:<br> In my young days they lent me cash that way,<br> Which I found very troublesome to pay.LXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 'Tis thus with people in an open boat,<br> They live upon the love of life, and bear<br> More than can be believ'd, or even thought,<br> And stand like rocks the tempest's wear and tear;<br> And hardship still has been the sailor's lot,<br> Since Noah's ark went cruising here and there;<br> She had a curious crew as well as cargo,<br> Like the first old Greek privateer, the Argo.LXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But man is a carnivorous production,<br> And must have meals, at least one meal a day;<br> He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction,<br> But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey;<br> Although his anatomical construction<br> Bears vegetables in a grumbling way,<br> Your labouring people think, beyond all question,<br> Beef, veal and mutton better for digestion.LXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> And thus it was with this our hapless crew;<br> For on the third day there came on a calm,<br> And though at first their strength it might renew,<br> And lying on their weariness like balm,<br> Lull'd them like turtles sleeping on the blue<br> Of ocean, when they woke they felt a qualm,<br> And fell all ravenously on their provision,<br> Instead of hoarding it with due precision.LXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The consequence was easily foreseen--<br> They ate up all they had, and drank their wine,<br> In spite of all remonstrances, and then<br> On what, in fact, next day were they to dine?<br> They hop'd the wind would rise, these foolish men!<br> And carry them to shore; these hopes were fine,<br> But as they had but one oar, and that brittle,<br> It would have been more wise to save their victual.LXX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The fourth day came, but not a breath of air,<br> And Ocean slumber'd like an unwean'd child:<br> The fifth day, and their boat lay floating there,<br> The sea and sky were blue, and clear, and mild--<br> With their one oar (I wish they had had a pair)<br> What could they do? and Hunger's rage grew wild:<br> So Juan's spaniel, spite of his entreating,<br> Was kill'd, and portion'd out for present eating.LXXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> On the sixth day they fed upon his hide,<br> And Juan, who had still refus'd, because<br> The creature was his father's dog that died,<br> Now feeling all the vulture in his jaws,<br> With some remorse receiv'd (though first denied)<br> As a great favour one of the fore-paws,<br> Which he divided with Pedrillo, who<br> Devour'd it, longing for the other too.LXXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The seventh day, and no wind--the burning sun<br> Blister'd and scorch'd, and, stagnant on the sea,<br> They lay like carcasses; and hope was none,<br> Save in the breeze that came not; savagely<br> They glar'd upon each other--all was done,<br> Water, and wine, and food--and you might see<br> The longings of the cannibal arise<br> (Although they spoke not) in their wolfish eyes.LXXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> At length one whisper'd his companion, who<br> Whisper'd another, and thus it went round,<br> And then into a hoarser murmur grew,<br> An ominous, and wild, and desperate sound;<br> And when his comrade's thought each sufferer knew,<br> 'Twas but his own, suppress'd till now, he found;<br> And out they spoke of lots for flesh and blood,<br> And who should die to be his fellow's food.LXXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But ere they came to this, they that day shar'd<br> Some leathern caps, and what remain'd of shoes;<br> And then they look'd around them, and despair'd,<br> And none to be the sacrifice would choose;<br> At length the lots were torn up, and prepar'd,<br> But of materials that must shock the Muse--<br> Having no paper, for the want of better,<br> They took by force from Juan Julia's letter.LXXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The lots were made, and mark'd, and mix'd, and handed,<br> In silent horror, and their distribution<br> Lull'd even the savage hunger which demanded,<br> Like the Promethean vulture, this pollution;<br> None in particular had sought or plann'd it,<br> 'Twas Nature gnaw'd them to this resolution,<br> By which none were permitted to be neuter--<br> And the lot fell on Juan's luckless tutor.LXXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> He but requested to be bled to death:<br> The surgeon had his instruments, and bled<br> Pedrillo, and so gently ebb'd his breath,<br> You hardly could perceive when he was dead.<br> He died as born, a Catholic in faith,<br> Like most in the belief in which they're bred,<br> And first a little crucifix he kiss'd,<br> And then held out his jugular and wrist.LXXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The surgeon, as there was no other fee,<br> Had his first choice of morsels for his pains;<br> But being thirstiest at the moment, he<br> Preferr'd a draught from the fast-flowing vems:<br> Part was divided, part thrown in the sea,<br> And such things as the entrails and the brain;<br> Regal'd two sharks, who follow'd o'er the billow--<br> The sailors ate the rest of poor Pedrillo.LXXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The sailors ate him, all save three or four,<br> Who were not quite so fond of animal food<br> To these was added Juan, who, before<br> Refusing his own spaniel, hardly could<br> Feel now his appetite increas'd much more;<br> 'Twas not to be expected that he should,<br> Even in extremity of their disaster,<br> Dine with them on his pastor and his master.LXXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 'Twas better that he did not; for, in fact,<br> The consequence was awful in the extreme;<br> For they, who were most ravenous in the act,<br> Went raging mad--Lord! how they did blaspheme!<br> And foam and roll, with strange convulsions rack'd,<br> Drinking salt-water like a mountain-stream,<br> Tearing, and grinning, howling, screeching, swearing,<br> And, with hyæena-laughter, died despairing.LXXX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Their numbers were much thinn'd by this infliction,<br> And all the rest were thin enough, Heaven knows;<br> And some of them had lost their recollection,<br> Happier than they who still perceiv'd their woes;<br> But others ponder'd on a new dissection,<br> As if not warn'd sufficiently by those<br> Who had already perish'd, suflfering madly,<br> For having us'd their appetites so sadly.... XCI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Now overhead a rainbow, bursting through<br> The scattering clouds, shone, spanning the dark sea,<br> Resting its bright base on the quivering blue;<br> And all within its arch appear'd to be<br> Clearer than that without, and its wide hue<br> Wax'd broad and waving, like a banner free,<br> Then chang'd like to a bow that's bent, and then<br> Forsook the dim eyes of these shipwreck'd men.XCII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> It chang'd, of course; a heavenly chameleon,<br> The airy child of vapour and the sun,<br> Brought forth in purple, cradled in vermilion,<br> Baptiz'd in molten gold, and swath'd in dun,<br> Glittering like crescents o'er a Turk's pavilion,<br> And blending every colour into one,<br> Just like a black eye in a recent scuffle<br> (For sometimes we must box without the muffle).XCIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Our shipwreck'd seamen thought it a good omen--<br> It is as well to think so, now and then;<br> 'Twas an old custom of the Greek and Roman,<br> And may become of great advantage when<br> Folks are discourag'd; and most surely no men<br> Had greater need to nerve themselves again<br> Than these, and so this rainbow look'd like hope--<br> Quite a celestial kaleidoscope.XCIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> About this time a beautiful white bird,<br> Webfooted, not unlike a dove in size<br> And plumage (probably it might have err'd<br> Upon its course), pass'd oft before their eyes,<br> And tried to perch, although it saw and heard<br> The men within the boat, and in this guise<br> It came and went, and flutter'd round them till<br> Night fell--this seem'd a better omen still.XCV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But in this case I also must remark,<br> 'Twas well this bird of promise did not perch,<br> Because the tackle of our shatter'd bark<br> Was not so safe for roosting as a church;<br> And had it been the dove from Noah's ark,<br> Returning there from her successful search,<br> Which in their way that moment chanc'd to fall,<br> They would have eat her, olive-branch and all.XCVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> With twilight it again came on to blow,<br> But not with violence; the stars shone out,<br> The boat made way; yet now they were so low,<br> They knew not where or what they were about;<br> Some fancied they saw land, and some said "No!"<br> The frequent fog-banks gave them cause to doubt--<br> Some swore that they heard breakers, others guns,<br> And all mistook about the latter once.XCVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> As morning broke, the light wind died away,<br> When he who had the watch sung out and swore,<br> If 'twas not land that rose with the sun's ray,<br> He wish'd that land he never might see more;<br> And the rest rubb'd their eyes and saw a bay,<br> Or thought they saw, and shap'd their course for shore;<br> For shore it was, and gradually grew<br> Distinct, and high, and palpable to view.XCVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> And then of these some part burst into tears,<br> And others, looking with a stupid stare,<br> Could not yet separate their hopes from fears,<br> And seem'd as if they had no further care;<br> While a few pray'd (the first time for some years)<br> And at the bottom of the boat three were<br> Asleep: they shook them by the hand and head,<br> And tried to awaken them, but found them dead.XCIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The day before, fast sleeping on the water,<br> They found a turtle of the hawk's-bill kind,<br> And by good fortune, gliding softly, caught her,<br> Which yielded a day's life, and to their mind<br> Prov'd even still a more nutritious matter,<br> Because it left encouragement behind:<br> They thought that in such perils, more than chance<br> Had sent them this for their deliverance.C</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The land appear'd a high and rocky coast,<br> And higher grew the mountains as they drew,<br> Set by a current, toward it: they were lost<br> In various conjectures, for none knew<br> To what part of the earth they had been toss'd,<br> So changeable had been the winds that blew;<br> Some thought it was Mount Ætna, some the highlands<br> Of Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or other islands.CI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Meantime the current, with a rising gale,<br> Still set them onwards to the welcome shore,<br> Like Charon's bark of spectres, dull and pale:<br> Their living freight was now reduc'd to four,<br> And three dead, whom their strength could not avail<br> To heave into the deep with those before,<br> Though the two sharks still follow'd them, and dash'd<br> The spray into their faces as they splash'd.CII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Famine, despair, cold, thirst and heat had done<br> Their work on them by turns, and thinn'd them to<br> Such things a mother had not known her son<br> Amidst the skeletons of that gaunt crew;<br> By night chill'd, by day scorch'd, thus one by one<br> They perish'd, until wither'd to these few,<br> But chiefly by a species of self-slaughter,<br> In washing down Pedrillo with salt water.CIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> As they drew nigh the land, which now was seen<br> Unequal in its aspect here and there,<br> They felt the freshness of its growing green,<br> That wav'd in forest-tops, and smooth'd the air,<br> And fell upon their glaz'd eyes like a screen<br> From glistening waves, and skies so hot and bare--<br> Lovely seem'd any object that should sweep<br> Away the vast, salt, dread, eternal Deep.CIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The shore look'd wild, without a trace of man,<br> And girt by formidable waves; but they<br> Were mad for land, and thus their course they ran,<br> Though right ahead the roaring breakers lay:<br> A reef between them also now began<br> To show its boiling surf and bounding spray,<br> But finding no place for their landing better,<br> They ran the boat for shore, and overset her.CV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But in his native stream, the Guadalquivir,<br> Juan to lave his youthful limbs was wont;<br> And having learnt to swim in that sweet river,<br> Had often turn'd the art to some account:<br> A better swimmer you could scarce see ever,<br> He could, perhaps, have pass'd the Hellespont,<br> As once (a feat on which ourselves we prided)<br> Leander, Mr. Ekenhead, and I did.CVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> So here, though faint, emaciated and stark,<br> He buoy'd his boyish limbs, and strove to ply<br> With the quick wave, and gain, ere it was dark,<br> The beach which lay before him, high and dry:<br> The greatest danger here was from a shark,<br> That carried off his neighbour by the thigh;<br> As for the other two, they could not swim,<br> So nobody arriv'd on shore but him.CVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Nor yet had he arriv'd but for the oar,<br> Which, providentially for him, was wash'd<br> Just as his feeble arms could strike no more,<br> And the hard wave o'erwhelm'd him as 'twas dash'd<br> Within his grasp; he clung to it, and sore<br> The waters beat while he thereto was lash'd;<br> At last, with swimming, wading, scrambling, he<br> Roll'd on the beach, half-senseless, from the sea:CVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> There, breathless, with his digging nails he clung<br> Fast to the sand, lest the returning wave,<br> From whose reluctant roar his life he wrung,<br> Should suck him back to her insatiate grave:<br> And there he lay, full length, where he was flung,<br> Before the entrance of a cliff-worn cave,<br> With just enough of life to feel its pain,<br> And deem that it was sav'd, perhaps in vain....CLXXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And thus a moon roll'd on, and fair Haidée<br> Paid daily visits to her boy, and took<br> Such plentiful precautions, that still he<br> Remain'd unknown within his craggy nook;<br> At last her father's prows put out to sea,<br> For certain merchantmen upon the look,<br> Not as of yore to carry off an Io,<br> But three Ragusan vessels, bound for Scio.CLXXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Then came her freedom, for she had no mother,<br> So that, her father being at sea, she was<br> Free as a married woman, or such other<br> Female, as where she likes may freely pass,<br> Without even the encumbrance of a brother,<br> The freest she that ever gaz'd on glass:<br> I speak of Christian lands in this comparison,<br> Where wives, at least, are seldom kept in garrison.CLXXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Now she prolong'd her visits and her talk<br> (For they must talk), and he had learnt to say<br> So much as to propose to take a walk--<br> For little had he wander'd since the day<br> On which, like a young flower snapp'd from the stalk,<br> Drooping and dewy on the beach he lay--<br> And thus they walk'd out in the afternoon,<br> And saw the sun set opposite the moon.CLXXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast,<br> With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore,<br> Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host,<br> With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore<br> A better welcome to the tempest-tost;<br> And rarely ceas'd the haughty billow's roar,<br> Save on the dead long summer days, which make<br> The outstretch'd ocean glitter like a lake.CLXXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And the small ripple spilt upon the beach<br> Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne,<br> When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach,<br> That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain!<br> Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach<br> Who please--the more because they preach in vain,<br> Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,<br> Sermons and soda-water the day after.CLXXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;<br> The best of life is but intoxication:<br> Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk<br> The hopes of all men, and of every nation;<br> Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk<br> Of Life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:<br> But to return--get very drunk, and when <br> You wake with headache, you shall see what then.CLXXX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Ring for your valet--bid him quickly bring<br> Some hock and soda-water, then you'll know<br> A pleasure worthy Xerxes the great king;<br> For not the blest sherbet, sublim'd with snow,<br> Nor the first sparkle of the desert-spring,<br> Nor Burgundy in all its sunset glow,<br> After long travel, ennui, love, or slaughter,<br> Vie with that draught of hock and soda-water!CLXXXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> The coast--I think it was the coast that I<br> Was just describing--Yes, it was the coast--<br> Lay at this period quiet as the sky,<br> The sands untumbled, the blue waves untoss'd,<br> And all was stillness, save the sea-bird's cry,<br> And dolphin's leap, and the little billow cross'd<br> By some low rock or shelve, that made it fret<br> Against the boundary it scarcely wet.CLXXXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And forth they wander'd, her sire being gone,<br> As I have said, upon an expedition;<br> And mother, brother, guardian, she had none,<br> Save Zoe, who, although with due precision<br> She waited on her lady with the sun,<br> Thought daily service was her only mission,<br> Bringing warm water, wreathing her long tresses,<br> And asking now and then for cast-off dresses.CLXXXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded<br> Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,<br> Which then seems as if the whole earth it bounded,<br> Circling all Nature, hush'd, and dim, and still,<br> With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded<br> On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill<br> Upon the other, and the rosy sky<br> With one star sparkling through it like an eye.CLXXXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And thus they wander'd forth, and hand in hand,<br> Over the shining pebbles and the shells,<br> Glided along the smooth and harden'd sand,<br> And in the worn and wild receptacles<br> Work'd by the storms, yet work'd as it were plann'd<br> In hollow halls, with sparry roofs and cells,<br> They turn'd to rest; and, each clasp'd by an arm,<br> Yielded to the deep twilight's purple charm.CLXXXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> They look'd up to the sky, whose floating glow<br> Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright;<br> They gaz'd upon the glittering sea below,<br> Whence the broad moon rose circling into sight;<br> They heard the wave's splash, and the wind so low,<br> And saw each other's dark eyes darting light<br> Into each other--and, beholding this,<br> Their lips drew near, and clung into a kiss;CLXXXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love,<br> And beauty, all concentrating like rays<br> Into one focus, kindled from above;<br> Such kisses as belong to early days,<br> Where heart, and soul, and sense, in concert move,<br> And the blood's lava, and the pulse a blaze,<br> Each kiss a heart-quake--for a kiss's strength,<br> I think, it must be reckon'd by its length.CLXXXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> By length I mean duration; theirs endur'd<br> Heaven knows how long--no doubt they never reckon'd;<br> And if they had, they could not have secur'd<br> The sum of their sensations to a second:<br> They had not spoken, but they felt allur'd,<br> As if their souls and lips each other beckon'd,<br> Which, being join'd, like swarming bees they clung--<br> Their hearts the flowers from whence the honey sprung.CLXXXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> They were alone, but not alone as they<br> Who shut in chambers think it loneliness;<br> The silent ocean, and the starlight bay,<br> The twilight glow, which momently grew less,<br> The voiceless sands, and dropping caves, that lay<br> Around them, made them to each other press,<br> As if there were no life beneath the sky<br> Save theirs, and that their life could never die.CLXXXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> They fear'd no eyes nor ears on that lone beach;<br> They felt no terrors from the night; they were<br> All in all to each other: though their speech<br> Was broken words, they thought a language there,<br> And all the burning tongues the passions teach<br> Found in one sigh the best interpreter<br> Of Nature's oracle--first love--that all<br> Which Eve has left her daughters since her fall.CXC</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Haidée spoke not of scruples, ask'd no vows,<br> Nor offer'd any; she had never heard<br> Of plight and promises to be a spouse,<br> Or perils by a loving maid incurr'd;<br> She was all which pure ignorance allows,<br> And flew to her young mate like a young bird;<br> And, never having dreamt of falsehood, she<br> Had not one word to say of constancy.CXCI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> She lov'd, and was belovéd--she ador'd,<br> And she was worshipp'd; after Nature's fashion,<br> Their intense souls, into each other pour'd,<br> If souls could die, had perish'd in that passion,<br> But by degrees their senses were restor'd,<br> Again to be o'ercome, again to dash on;<br> And, beating 'gainst his bosom, Haidée's heart<br> Felt as if never more to beat apart.CXCII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Alas! they were so young, so beautiful,<br> So lonely, loving, helpless, and the hour<br> Was that in which the heart is always full,<br> And, having o'er itself no further power,<br> Prompts deeds Eternity can not annul,<br> But pays off moments in an endless shower<br> Of hell-fire--all prepar'd for people giving<br> Pleasure or pain to one another living.CXCLIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Alas! for Juan and Haidée! they were<br> So loving and so lovely--till then never,<br> Excepting our first parents, such a pair<br> Had run the risk of being damn'd for ever;<br> And Haidée, being devout as well as fair,<br> Had, doubtless, heard about the Stygian river,<br> And Hell and Purgatory--but forgot<br> Just in the very crisis she should not.CXCIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> They look upon each other, and their eyes<br> Gleam in the moonlight; and her white arm clasps<br> Round Juan's head, and his around her lies<br> Half buried in the tresses which it grasps;<br> She sits upon his knee, and drinks his sighs,<br> He hers, until they end in broken gasps;<br> And thus they form a group that's quite antique,<br> Half naked, loving, natural, and Greek.CXCV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And when those deep and burning moments pass'd,<br> And Juan sunk to sleep within her arms,<br> She slept not, but all tenderly, though fast,<br> Sustain'd his head upon her bosom's charms;<br> And now and then her eye to Heaven is cast,<br> And then on the pale cheek her breast now warms,<br> Pillow'd on her o'erflowing heart, which pants<br> With all it granted, and with all it grants.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a></strong></div>

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