Bent like an antelope a Paphian pair[FI]
Of eyes, which put out each surrounding gem;
And raising up an arm as moonlight fair,
She signed to Baba, who first kissed the hem
Of her deep purple robe, and, speaking low,
Pointed to Juan who remained below.
XCVII.
Her presence was as lofty as her state;
Her beauty of that overpowering kind,
Whose force Description only would abate: