He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Stanza 182. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy And trusted to thy billows far and near, Stanza 183. -as I do here.2 And what is writ, is writ, Would it were worthier! Stanza 184. Stanza 185. Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been, — Hands promiscuously applied, Stanza 186. Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side. He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The last of danger and distress, Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. The Waltz. The Giaour. Line 68. 1 And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace. Robert Montgomery, The Omnipresence of the Deity. 2 He laid his hand upon "the ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks. Pollok, The Course of Time, Book iv. Line 389. Such is the aspect of this shore; "T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. The Giaour. Line 90. Shrine of the mighty! can it be And lovelier things have mercy shown The keenest pangs the wretched find Line 106. Line 123. Line 418. The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed. Better to sink beneath the shock Line 957. And, come what may, I have been blest. Line 1114. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose, where'er I turned mine eye, The Morning-star of Memory! Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven; To lift from earth our low desire. Line 1127. BYRON. Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1 Who hath not proved how feebly words essay Ibid. Stanza & The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face,2 The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, Ibid. The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle. Canto ii. Stanza 2. Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! 8 Stanza 20. Ibid. He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace! 3 Stanza 27. 1 Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, 2 Compare Lovelace. Page 172. Also Browne's Religio Medici, Goethe, Wilhelm Meister. Part ii. Sec. 9. Page 177. 8 Solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant. - Tacitus, Agricola, 30. 4 I came to the place of my birth, and cried, "The friends of my O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1. O, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. She walks the waters like a thing of life, Ibid. Stanza 3. The power of Thought, the magic of the Mind! Stanza 8. The many still must labour for the one. Ibid. There was a laughing devil in his sneer. Stanza 9. Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell! Ibid. We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair. No words suffice the secret soul to show, Stanza 15. Canto iii. Stanza 22. He left a Corsair's name to other times, Stanza 24. youth, where are they?" And an Echo answered, "Where are they?"- From an Arabic MS. 1 To all nations their empire will be dreadful; because their ships will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft them. - Dalrymple's Memoirs, iii. 152. 2 Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; unam virtutem mille ritia comitantur. As Machiavel said of Cosmo de Medici, he had two distinct persons in him. - Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Lord of himself, — that heritage of woe! Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. Hebrew Melodies. She walks in beauty. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, It is the hour when from the boughs Yet in my lineaments they trace Fare thee well! and if for ever, Parisina. Stanza 1. Stanza 13. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. In the wide waste there still is a tree, Fare thee well. A Sketch. Stanzas to Augusta. Epistle to Augusta. Stanza 3. When all of Genius which can perish dies. Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22. Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame. Line 68. Who track the steps of Glory to the grave. Line 74. |