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Canto the Third

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Hail, Muse! et cetera.?We left Juan sleeping,
     Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast,
And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping,
     And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest
To feel the poison through her spirit creeping,
     Or know who rested there, a foe to rest,
Had soil'd the current of her sinless years,
And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears!

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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