Don Juan (Penguin Classics)

Sixty one And one after the other her articles of gown have been laid apart, yet no longer ahead of she provided Her reduction to reasonable Juanna, whose way over modesty declined the help proffered, Which earlier well to do, as she might do no much less, notwithstanding via this politesse she relatively suffered, Pricking her arms with these cursèd pins, Which without doubt have been invented for our sins, sixty two creating a girl like a porcupine, to not be rashly touched. yet nonetheless extra dread, Oh ye, whose destiny it truly is, as as soon as ’twas mine In early early life to show a lady’s maid. I did my very boyish most sensible to polish In tricking her out for a masquerade. The pins have been positioned sufficiently, yet no longer caught all precisely within the right spot. sixty three yet those are silly issues to all of the clever, and that i love knowledge greater than she loves me. My tendency is to philosophize On such a lot issues from a tyrant to a tree, yet nonetheless the spouseless virgin wisdom flies. What are we and whence got here we, what will probably be Our final life, what’s our current Are questions answerless and but incessant. sixty four there has been deep silence within the chamber. Dim And far-off from one another burned the lighting, And shut eye hovered o’er every one gorgeous limb Of the reasonable occupants. If there be sprites, they need to have walked there of their spriteliest trim, when it comes to swap from their sepulchral websites, And proven themselves as ghosts of higher flavor Than haunting a few previous destroy or wild waste. sixty five Many and gorgeous lay these round, Like flora of alternative hue and clime and root In a few unique backyard occasionally discovered, With fee and care and heat brought on to shoot. One along with her auburn tresses flippantly sure And reasonable brows lightly drooping, because the fruit Nods from the tree, used to be sound asleep with tender breath And lips aside, which confirmed the pearls underneath. sixty six One together with her flushed cheek laid on her white arm, And raven ringlets collected in darkish crowd Above her forehead, lay dreaming delicate and hot And smiling via her dream, as via a cloud The moon breaks, part unveiled every one extra attraction, As just a little stirring in her snowy shroud, Her beauties seized the subconscious hour of evening All bashfully to fight into mild. sixty seven this can be no bull, even though it sounds so, for ’Twas evening, yet there have been lamps, as hath been stated. A third’s all pallid point provided extra The features of napping sorrow, and betrayed throughout the heaved breast the dream of a few a ways shore, Belovèd and deplored, whereas slowly strayed (As evening dew on a cypress glittering tinges The black bough) teardrops via her eyes’ darkish fringes. sixty eight A fourth as marble, statue-like and nonetheless, Lay in a breathless, hushed, and stony sleep, White, chilly and natural, as appears a frozen rill, Or the snow minaret on an Alpine steep, Or Lot’s spouse performed in salt – or what you are going to. My similes are amassed in a heap, So choose and select; probably you’ll be content material With a carved girl on a monument. sixty nine And lo! a 5th appears to be like, and what's she? a woman of ‘a convinced age’, this means that definitely agèd; what her years will be i do know now not, by no means counting previous their youngsters.