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JJON JUAV.

Canto L

CLvin.

She ceased, and turn’d upon her pillow; paleShe lay, her dark eyes Hashing through their tears.Like skies that rain and lighten: as a veil,

Waved and o’crshading her wan cheek, appear*Her streaming hair; the black curls strive, but fail,To hide the glossy shoulder, which uproarsIts snow through all; —her soft lips lie apart,And louder than her breathing beats her heart.

CLIX.

The Senhor Don Alfonso stood confused;

Antonia bustled roilnd the ransack’d room,And, turning up her nose, with looks abusedHer master, and his myrmidons, of whomNot one, except the attorney,' was amused; *He, like Achates, faithful to the tomb,

So there were 1 quarrels, cared not for the cause,Knowing they must be settled by the laws.