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Call’d back the stoic to his eyes, which shone

Bright with the very weakness he reproved;
And although sensitive to beauty, he
Felt most indignant still at not being free.


Gulbeyaz, for the first time in her days,

Was much embarrass'd, never having met In all her life with aught save prayers and praise ;

And as she also risk'd her life to get Him whom she meant to tutor in love's

ways Into a comfortable tête-à-tête, To lose the hour would make her quite a martyr, And they had wasted now almost a quarter.


I also would suggest the fitting time,

To gentlemen in any such like case, That is to say—in a meridian clime,

With us there is more law given to the chase, But here a small delay forms a great crime:

So recollect that the extremest grace
Is just two minutes for your declaration
A moment more would hurt your reputation.


Juan's was good; and might have been still better,

But he had got Haidée into his head : However strange, he could not yet forget her,

Which made him seem exceedingly ill-bred.

Gulbeyaz, who look'd on him as her debtor

For having had him to her palace led,
Began to blush up to the eyes, and then
Grow deadly pale, and then blush back again.


At length, in an imperial way, she laid

Her hand on his, and bending on him eyes, Which needed not an empire to persuade,

Look’d into his for love, where none replies : Her brow grew black, but she would not upbraid, ,

That being the last thing a proud woman tries; She rose, and pausing one chaste moment, threw Herself


his breast, and there she grew.


This was an awkward test, as Juan found,

But he was steeld by sorrow, wrath, and pride: With gentle force her white arms he unwound,

And seated her all drooping by his side, Then rising haughtily he glanced around,

And looking coldly in her face, he cried, “ The prison'd eagle will not pair, nor I Serve a sultana’s sensual phantasy.


“ Thou ask'st, if I can love? be this the proof

How much I have loved that I love not thee! In this vile garb, the distaff, web, and woof,

Were fitter for me: Love is for the free!

I am not dazzled by this splendid roof;

Whate'er thy power, and great it seems to be, Heads bow, knees bend, eyes watch around a throne, And hands obey-our hearts are still our own."


This was a truth to us extremely trite;

Not so to her, who ne'er had heard such things: She deem'd her least command must yield delight,

Earth being only made for queens and kings.
If hearts lay on the left side or the right

She hardly knew, to such perfection brings
Legitimacy its born votaries, when
Aware of their due royal rights o'er men.


Besides, as has been said, she was so fair

As even in a much humbler lot had made A kingdom or confusion any where,

And also, as may be presumed, she laid Some stress on charms, which seldom are, if e'er,

By their possessors thrown into the shade: She thought hers gave a double “ right divine;" And half of that opinion's also mine.


Remember, or (if you can not) imagine,

Ye! who have kept your chastity when young, While some more desperate dowager has been waging

Love with you, and been in the dog-days stung(')

(1) [MS. — “War with your heart — whom you, ingrates! have stung

By a refusal," &c.]

By your refusal, recollect her raging!

Or recollect all that was said or sung On such a subject; then suppose the face Of a young downright beauty in this case.


Suppose, but you already have supposed,

The spouse of Potiphar, the Lady Booby, (1) Phædra, (2) and all which story has disclosed

Of good examples; pity that so few by Poets and private tutors are exposed,

To educate-ye youth of Europe — you by! But when you have supposed the few we know, You can't suppose Gulbeyaz' angry brow.

A tigress robb’d of young, a lioness,

Or any interesting beast of prey,
Are similes at hand for the distress

Of ladies who can not have their own way;

(1) [In Fielding's novel of Joseph Andrews.]
(2) [“ But if my boy with virtue be endued,

What harm will beauty do him ? Nay, what good ?
Say, what avail'd, of old, to Theseus' son,
The stern resolve? what to Bellerophon?
O, then did Phædra redden, then her pride
Took fire, to be so stedfastly denied !
Then, too, did Sthenobæa glow with shame,

And both hurst forth with unextinguish'd flame!"-JUV. The adventures of Hippolitus, the son of Theseus, and Bellerophon are well known. They were accused of incontinence, by the women whose inordinate passions they had refused to gratify at the expense of their duty, and sacrificed to the fatal credulity of the husbands of the disappointed fair ones. It is very probable that both the stories are founded on the Scripture account of Joseph and Potiphar's wife. - Gifford.]

But though my turn will not be served with less,

These don't express one half what I should say: For what is stealing young ones, few or many, To cutting short their hopes of having any?


The love of offspring's nature's general law,

From tigresses and cubs to ducks and ducklings; There's nothing whets the beak, or arms the claw

Like an invasion of their babes and sucklings; And all who have seen a human nursery, saw How mothers love their children's squalls and

chucklings; This strong extreme effect (to tire no longer Your patience) shows the cause must still be

stronger. (1)


If I said fire flash'd from Gulbeyaz' eyes,

'Twere nothing—for her eyes flash'd always fire; Or said her cheeks assumed the deepest dyes,

I should but bring disgrace upon the dyer, So supernatural was her passion's rise;

For ne'er till now she knew a check'd desire: Even


who know what a check'd woman is (Enough, God knows!) would much fall short of this.


Her rage was but a minute's, and 'twas well —

A moment's more had slain her; but the while It lasted 'twas like a short glimpse of hell:

Nought's more sublime than energetic bile,

(1) [MS." And this strong second cause (to tire no longer

Your patience) shows the first must be still stronger."]

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