There was resemblance, such as true blood wears; And now to see them, thus divided, stand

In fix'd ferocity, when joyous tears,

And sweet sensations should have welcomed both, Show what the passions are in their full growth.

XLVI.

The father paused a moment, then withdrew
His weapon, and replaced it; but stood still,
And looking on her, as to look her through,
"Not 1," he said, "have sought this stranger's ill;
Not I have made this desolation; few

Would bear such outrage, and forbear to kill;
But I must do my duty-bow thou hast
Done thine, the present vouches for the past.

XLVII.

"Let him disarm; or, by my father's head,
His own shall roll before you like a ball!"
He raised his whistle, as the word he said,
And blew; another answered to the call,
And rushing in disorderly, though led,

And arm'd from boot to turban, one and all,
Some twenty of his train came, rank on rank;
He gave the word," Arrest or slay the Frank."

XLVIII.

Then, with a sudden movement, he withdrew His daughter; while compress'd within his grasp, "Twixt her and Juan interposed the crew;

In vain she struggled in her father's grasp― His arms were like a serpent's coil: then flew Upon their prey, as darts an angry asp,

The file of pirates; save the foremost, who

Had fallen, with his right shoulder half cut through.

*XLIX.

The second had his cheek laid open; but

The third, a wary cool old sworder, took The blows upon his cutlass, and then put

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.

L.

And then they bound him where he fell, and bore
Juan from the apartment: with a sign
Old Lambro bade them take him to the shore,
Where lay some ships which were to sail at nine.
They laid him in a boat, and plied the oar

Until they reach'd some galliots placed in line; On board of one of these, aad under hatches, They stowed him with strict orders to the watches.

LI.

The world is full of strange vicissitudes,

And here was one exceedingly unpleasant: A gentleman so rich in the world's goods, Handsome and young, enjoying all the present, Just at the very time when he least broods On such a thing, is suddenly to sea sent, Wounded and chain'd, so that he cannot move, And all because a Lady fell in love.

LII.

Here I must leave him, for I grow pathetic,
Moved by the Chinese nymph of tears, green tea!
Than whom Cassandra was not more prophetic;

For if my pure libations exceed three,

LVI.

Afric is all the sun's, and as her earth

Her human clay is kindled: full of power For good or evil, burning from its birth,

The Moorish blood partakes the planet's hour, And like the soil beneath it will bring forth;

Beauty and love were Haidée's mother's dower; But her large dark eye show'd deep Passion's force, Though sleeping lika a lion near a source.

LVII.

Her daughter, temper'd with a milder ray,
Like summer clouds all silvery smooth and fair,
Till slowly charged with thunder they display
Terror to earth and tempest to the air,
Had held till now her soft and milky way;

But overwrought with passion and despair,
The fire burst forth from her Numidian veins,
Even as the Simoom sweeps the blasted plains.

LVIII.

The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore,
And he himself o'ermaster'd and cut down;
His blood was running on the very floor

Where late he trod, her beautiful, her own;
Thus much she view'd an instant and no more,—
Her struggles ceased with one convulsive groan;
On her sire's arm, which until now scarce heid
"Her writhing, fell she like a cedar fell'd.

LIX.

A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes*

Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er;

This is no very uncommon effect of the violence of conflicting o

I feel my heart become so sympathetic,

That I must have recourse to black Bohea: 'Tis pity wine should be so deleterious,

For tea and coffee leave us much more serious,

LIII.

Unless when qualified with thee, Cogniac!
Sweet Naiad of the Phlegethontic rill!
Ah! why the liver wilt thou thus attack,

And make, like other nymphs, thy lovers ill?
I would take refuge in weak punch, but rack
(In each sense of the word,) whene'er I fill
My mild and midnight beakers to the brim,
Wakes me next morning with its synonym.

LIV.

I leave Don Juan for the present, safe

Not sound, poor fellow, but severely wounded; Yet could his corporal pangs amount to half

Of those with which his Haidée's bosom bounded! She was not one to weep, and rave, and chafe, And then give way, subdued because surrounded; Her mother was a Moorish maid, from Fez, Where all is Eden, or a wilderness.

LV.

There the large olive rains its amber store

In marble fonts; there grain, and flower, and fruit, Gush from the earth until the lands runs o'er;

But there too many a poison-tree has root,
And midnight listens to the lion's roar,

And long, long deserts scorch the camel's foot,
Or heaving whelm the hapless caravan;
And as the soil is, so the heart of man.