Don Juan 02-144
Canto the Second

CXLIV

And thus like to an angel o'er the dying
     Who die in righteousness, she lean'd; and there
All tranquilly the shipwreck'd boy was lying,
     As o'er him the calm and stirless air:
But Zoe the meantime some eggs was frying,
     Since, after all, no doubt the youthful pair
Must breakfast-and betimes, lest they should ask it,
She drew out her provision from the basket.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong
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