Don Juan 04-059
Canto the Fourth

 LIX

A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes
 Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er;
And her head droop'd as when the lily lies
 O'ercharged with rain: her summon'd handmaids bore
Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes;
 Of herbs and cordials they produced their store,
But she defied all means they could employ,
Like one life could not hold, nor death destroy.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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