Don Juan 05-096
Canto the Fifth

The lady rising up with such an air
     As Venus rose with from the wave, on them
Bent like an antelope a Paphian pair
     Of eyes, which put out each surrounding gem;
And raising up an arm as moonlight fair,
     She sign'd to Baba, who first kiss'd the hem
Of her deep purple robe, and speaking low,
Pointed to Juan who remain'd below.

Don Juan 05-097
Canto the Fifth

Her presence was as lofty as her state;
     Her beauty of that overpowering kind,
Whose force description only would abate:
     I'd rather leave it much to your own mind,
Than lessen it by what I could relate
     Of forms and features; it would strike you blind
Could I do justice to the full detail;
So, luckily for both, my phrases fail.

Don Juan 05-098
Canto the Fifth

Thus much however I may add, -- her years
     Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch forbears,
     And turns aside his scythe to vulgar things,
Such as was Mary's Queen of Scots; true -- tears
     And love destroy; and sapping sorrow wrings
Charms from the charmer, yet some never grow
Ugly; for instance -- Ninon de l'Enclos.

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Canto the Fifth
She spake some words to her attendants, who
     Composed a choir of girls, ten or a dozen,
And were all clad alike; like Juan, too,
     Who wore their uniform, by Baba chosen;
They form'd a very nymph-like looking crew,
     Which might have call'd Diana's chorus "cousin,"
As far as outward show may correspond;
I won't be bail for anything beyond.

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Canto the Fifth
They bow'd obeisance and withdrew, retiring,
     But not by the same door through which came in
Baba and Juan, which last stood admiring,
     At some small distance, all he saw within
This strange saloon, much fitted for inspiring
     Marvel and praise; for both or none things win;
And I must say, I ne'er could see the very
Great happiness of the "Nil Admirari."

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)