LXXXVIII. ,,Oh Love! in such a wilderness as this, ,,Where transport and security entwine, ,,Here is the empire of thy perfect bliss, ,,And here thou art a god indeed divine.“ The bard I quote from does not sing amiss, 5 With the exception of the second line, For that same twining,,transport and security" Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity. LXXXIX. The post meant, no doubt, and thus appeals The very thing which every body feels, Or love I wont say more about,,entwined" XC.' Young Juan wander'd by the glassy brooks Thinking unutterable things; he threw Himself at length within the leafy nooks And every now and then we read them through, So that their plan and prosody are eligible, Unless, like Wordsworth, they prove unintelligible. XCI. He, Juan, (and not Wordsworth) so pursued Until his mighty heart, in its great mood, Had mitigated part, though not the whole Of its disease; he did the best he could ! With things not very subject to control, And turn'd, without perceiving his condition, I XCII. He thought about himself, and the whole earth, And then he thought of earthquakes, and of wars, ХСІІІ. In thoughts like these true wisdom may discern Longings sublime, and aspirations high, Which some are born with, but the most part learn To 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; I can't help thinking puberty assisted. XCIV. He pored upon the leaves, and on the flowers, XCV. Sometimes he turn'd to gaze upon his book, As if 'twere one whereon magicians bind Their spells, and give them to the passing gale, According to some good old woman's tale. XCVI. Thus would he while his lonely hours away Could yield his 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 several other things, which I forget, Or which, at least, I need not mention yet. XCVII. Those lonely walks, and lengthening reveries, But that which chiefly may, and must surprise, Is, that the Donna Inez did not tease Her only son with question or surmise; Whether it was she did not see, or would not, Or, like all very clever people, could not. |