1821.] Lord Byron's new 
He gazed ©n her, and 6he on him ; ’twas 
strange 
- How like they look’d ! the expression 
was the same ; 
Serenely savage, with a little change 
In the large dark eye’s mutual darted 
flame ; 
For she too, was as one who could avenge, 
If cause should be—>a lioness, though 
tame : 
Her father’s blood before her father’s face 
Boil’d up, and proved her truly of his race. 
The enraged sire summons his band, 
by whom Juan is cut down and borne 
away; while Haid^e, at the sight, bursts 
a blood-vessel, and is laid by her wo- 
amass upon her bed of death. 
u Yet she betray’d at times a gleam of sense; 
Nothing could make her meet her father’s 
face. 
Though on all other things with looks in¬ 
tense 
She gazed, but none she ever could re¬ 
trace ; 
Food sire refused, and raiment; no pretence 
Availed for either; neither change of 
place, 
Nor time, nor skill, nor remedy, could give 
her 
^Senses to sleep—the power seemed gone 
for ever. 
Twelve days and nights she withered thus ; 
at last, 
Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to 
show 
A parting pang, the spirit from her pa t: 
And they who watched her nearest could 
not know 
The very instant, till the change that cast 
Her sweet face into shadow, dull and 
slow, 
-dazed o’er her eyes—the beautiful, the 
black— 
Oh! to possess such lustre—and then lack.” 
We think that few will withhold 
their sympathy from this a fleeting catas¬ 
trophe, or refuse to drop a tear over the 
fate of the lovely and unfortunate Hai- 
dee, and to bid her 
“ Sleep well 
By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to 
dwell.’’ 
Over this charming creature the poet 
has thrown a beauty and a fascination 
which was never, we think, surpassed. 
Hut it will be advanced that her amours 
are objectionable by some fastidious 
critic, 
Whose face presageth snow, 
Who minces virtue, and doth shake the head 
To hear of pleasure’s name. 
If the amours of Juan and Iiaidee are 
not pure and innocent, and detailed with 
sufficient delicacy and propriety, the 
tender passion may as well be struck 
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at once out of the list of the poet’s 
themes. We must shut our eyes and 
harden our hearts against the master 
passion ot our existence; and becoming 
mere creatures of hypocrisy and form, 
charge even Milton himself with folly. 
The arrival of the pirate gives a 
strange turn to the fortunes of the 
Don. Ignorant of the fate of his Haidee, 
bleeding and bound, he is conveyed to 
Constantinople, and exposed for sale as 
a slave ; he there forms an acquaint¬ 
ance with a fellow captive, who seems 
of some note. 
He had an English look, that is, was square 
In make, of a complexion white and 
ruddy, 
Good teeth, with curling rather dark brown 
hai r, 
And it might be from thought, or toil, or 
study, 
An open brow, a little mark’d with care : 
Onearmhad on a bandage rather bloody; 
Aud there he stood with such sang froid 
that greater 
Could scarce be shewn even by a mere 
spectator. 
u My boyi” said he, “ amidst this motley 
crew 
Of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and 
what not, 
A!' ragamuffins, differing but in hue, 
Wiih whom it is our luck to cast our lot. 
The only gentlemen seem I and you ; 
So let us be acquainted as we ought : 
If I could yield you any consolation, 
’Twould give me pleasure—Pray what is 
your nation ?” 
These unfortunate gentlemen attract 
the notice of 4 * a black old neutral per¬ 
sonage,” whose property they presently 
become by purchase in market overt. 
By him they are led through secluded 
gardens into a magnificent palace, when 
the stranger is arrayed in the Asiatic 
style with all things requisite to form 
4 * a Turkish dandy,” while Juan is de¬ 
sired te assume a splendid female dress; 
his reluctance is amusingly described_* 
Baba eyed Juan, aud said, “ be so good 
As dress yourself’’—and pointed out a 
suit 
In which a princess with great pleasure 
would 
Array her limbs; but Juan standing 
mute, 
As not being in a masquerading meod, 
Gave it a slight kick with his Christian 
foot; 
And when the old Negro told him to w get 
ready,” 
Replied, oid gentleman, I’m not a lady.” 
“ What you may be, 1 neither know nor 
care,” 
Said Baba ; “ but pray do as I desire : 
1 have 
