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Only say suppose this supposition:
^ “an being then grown up to man's estate,
Quid fully suit a widow of condition,
seven years henee it would not be too late,^0 m the interim (to pursue this vision)p 0 ~Oe mischief, after all, could not be great,
{jA oe would learn the rudiments of love,
Hiea h the seraph way of those above.
much for Julia. Now well turn to Juan.
3fh-° r • he had no idea
Ih? °^ n case » aod never hit the true one;
Cn ® 6 '^ 8 quick, as Ovid 's Miss Medea,
-Puzzled ever what he found a new one,
^hin DOt - as ^ et i ma Shied it could be aWj*_ quite in course, and not at all alarming,
^h, with a little patience, might grfcw charm-ing.
a , Und pensive, idle, restless, slow,
TojJ: home deserted for the lonely wood,
w * t * 1 a wounL * he could not know,
1'iu f ' "he all deep grief, plunged in solitude:
B myself of solitude or so,
By sol-, ? i heg it may be understood,i mean a sultan's, notwith a harem for a grot
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^h ^° Ve ' * u Euc h a wilderness v * this,
«er e . ere transport and security entwine,
Ahdk 6 em Pir 0 °i thy perfect bliss,the Ko , re thou art a god indeed divine."*
^kvf u < l U0t9 from does not sing amiss,
For th* tao exce Pti° n 9* the second line,
tw* 8am0 twining “ transport and security "
to a phrase of some obscurity.
The hA.
t>f 4 hteant, no doubt, and thus appeals*he v**i e sense and senses of mankind,
-As a) ,X thing which every body feels,
That ft,! found on trial, or may find,
Or °. Uq likes to be disturb’d at meals£r *4, 0 —I wont say more about “ entwined ”
“Ut as we know all that before,
& security " will bolt the door.
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^ l'hihb? t i ari Wa ndcr’d by the glassy brooks,
‘ t*hselp D ®t U nuttcrable things: he threwngt h within the leafy nooksA here r\ wild, branch of the cork forest grew;c? ^hd «» ets flnd materials for their books,r- 0 l hat now a°d then we read them through,t'hlegg pi? lr ,Pl an an( l prosody are eligible,
' ilKe Wordsworth, they prove unintelligible.
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b ^i^self^ 11 ^ n °i Wandsworth) so pursued>U ht‘n rp.°mmunion with his own high soul,
•dad ^ eart i i Q its great mood,
gated part, though not the whole
Campbell's Gertrude
Of its disease; he did the best he couldWith things not very subject to control.And turn’d, without perceiving his condition,Like Coleridge , into a metaphysician.
Ho thought about himself, and the whole earth,
Of man the wonderful, and of the stars.
And how the deuce they ever could have birth;An4 then he thought of earthquakes, and ofwars,
How many miles the moon might have in girth,
Of air-balloons, and of the many barsTo perfect knowledge of the boundless skiesAnd then he thought of Donna Julia’s eyes.
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Jn thoughts like these true wisdom may discernLongings sublime, and aspirations high,
Which some are born with, but the most part learnTo plague themselves withal, they know not.why:
’Twas Strange that one so young should thus con-cern
His brain about the action of the sky:
If you think ’twas philosophy that this did,
I can’t help thinking puberty assisted.
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He pored upon the leaves, and on the flowers,
And heard a voice in all the winds; and thenHe thought of wood-nymphs and immortalbowers,
And how the goddesses came down to men;
He miss’d the pathway, he forgot the hours,
And when be look’d upon his watch again,
He found how much old Time had been a winner—He also found that he had lost his dinner.
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Sometimes lie turned to gaze upon his book.
Bosean, or Garcillassoby the windEven as the page is rustled while we look.
So by the poesy of his own mindOver the mystic leaf his soul was shook.
As if ’twere one whereon magicians bindTheir spells, and give them to the passing gale.According to some good old woman's tale.
Thus would he while his lonely hours away,Dissatisfied, nor. knowing wliat ho wanted;
Nor glowing reverie, nor poet’s lay,
Could yield hifl spirit that for which it panted,
A bosom whereon he his head might lay,
And hear the heart beat with the love it granted-
With-soveral other things which I forget,
Or which, at least, I need not mention yet.
Those lonely walks, and lengthening reveries,Could not escape the gentle Julia’s eyes ■ '
She saw that Juan was not at his ease •
But that which chiefly may, and roust, surprise.Is, that the Donna Inez did not tease r ^Her only Bon with question or surmise:Whether it was she did not see, or would not,
Or, like all very clever people, could not.