STILL WOULD I LIVE TO KULSE THE BEACON FIRE THE SHIPWRECK. He had an only daughter, call'd Haidée Her dowry was as nothing to her smiles: She grew to womanhood, and between whiles Rejected several suitors, just to learn How to accept a better in his turn. And walking out upon the beach, below The cliff, towards sunset, on that day she found, Insensible, not dead, but nearly so, Don Juan, almost famish'd, and half drown'd; * Yet deem'd herself in common pity bound, |