Don Juan 04-058
Canto the Fourth

 LVIII

The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore,
 And he himself o'ermaster'd and cut down;
His blood was running on the very floor
 Where late he trod, her beautiful, her own;
Thus much she view'd an instant and no more, --
 Her struggles ceased with one convulsive groan;
On her sire's arm, which until now scarce held
Her writhing, fell she like a cedar fell'd.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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