Chapter 1841 of 1964 · 58 words · ~1 min read

XIII.

He sighed;--the next resource is the full moon, Where all sighs are deposited; and now It happened luckily, the chaste orb shone As clear as such a climate will allow; And Juan's mind was in the proper tone To hail her with the apostrophe--"O thou!" Of amatory egotism the _Tuism_,[777] Which further to explain would be a truism.