And Julia sate with Juan

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And Julia sate with Juan, half embraced
And half retiring from the glowing arm,
Which trembled like the bosom where’twas placed.
Yet still she must have thought there was no harm,
Or else’twere easy to withdraw her waist.
But then the situation had its charm,
And then – God knows what next – I can’t go on;
I’m almost sorry that I e’er begun.

Image and audio extract © Peter Gallagher, 2012

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prospero

Byron fan (not fanatic); poetry lover (not tragic); doctor of melancholia (not gloom).