Lord Byron's 'Don Juan'

90 Young Juan wan­dered by the glassy brooks Think­ing unut­ter­able things. He threw Him­self at length with­in the leafy nooks Where the wild branch of the cork for­est grew. There poets find mate­ri­als for their…

99 A real hus­band always is sus­pi­cious, But still no less sus­pects in the wrong place, Jeal­ous of some­one who had no such wish­es, Or pan­der­ing blind­ly to his own dis­grace By har­bour­ing some dear…

115 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…

154 ‘And now, Hidal­go, now that you have thrown Doubt upon me, con­fu­sion over all, Pray have the cour­tesy to make it known Who is the man you search for? How d’ye call Him? What’s…

183 None can say that this was not good advice; The only mis­chief was it came too late. Of all expe­ri­ence ‘tis the usu­al price, A sort of income tax laid on by fate. Juan…