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Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
And broke the die — in moulding Sheridan.1

Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 117.

O God! it is a fearful thing

To see the human soul take wing

In any shape, in any mood. Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8.

And both were young, and one was beautiful.

And to his eye

The Dream. Stanza 2.

There was but one beloved face on earth,

And that was shining on him.

She was his life,

The ocean to the river of his thoughts,2
Which terminated all.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Stanza 3.

Stanza 4.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes

away.

Stanzas for Music.

I had a dream which was not all a dream.

Darkness.

My boat is on the shore,

And my bark is on the sea.

1 Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa.

To Thomas Moore.

Ariosto, Orlando Furioso, Canto x. St. 84. The idea that Nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite one with all song writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European nations.- Book of English Songs, p. 28.

2 She floats upon the river of his thoughts.

Longfellow, The Spanish Student, Act ii. Sc. 3.
Si che chiaro

Per essa scenda della mente il fiume.

Dante, Purgatorio, Canto xiii. 89.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And, whatever sky 's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.1

Were 't the last drop in the well,

As I gasped upon the brink,

Ere my fainting spirit fell,

"T is to thee that I would drink.

So we'll go no more a roving

So late into the night.

To Thomas Moore.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;

They crowned him long ago

On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,

With a diadem of snow.

Ibid.

So we'll go.

Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1.

But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,

Half dust, half deity, alike unfit

To sink or soar.

Act i. Sc. 2.

The heart ran o'er

With silent worship of the great of old!

The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Our spirits from their urns.

I am the very slave of circumstance

And impulse,

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Act ii. Sc. 4.

- borne away with every breath!

Sardanapalus. iv. 1. For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.

Beppo. Stanza 27.

Stanza 32.

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto,
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

1 With a heart for any fate.- Longfellow, A Psalm of Life.

His heart was one of those which most enamour us Wax to receive, and marble to retain. Beppo. Stanza 34.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

That soft bastard Latin,

Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.

O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.
They never fail who die

In a great cause.

Stanza 39.

Stanza 44.

Stanza 45.

Stanza 80.

Mazeppa. Stanza x.

Marino Faliero. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

Age of Bronze. Stanza 3.

I loved my country, and I hated him.

Vision of Judgment. lxxxiii.

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west

Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.

The Island.

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe,

Canto ii. Stanza 19.

When tipped with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress

More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties - Give me a cigar!

1 Compare Cervantes, La Gitanilla. Page 574.

Ibid.

My days are in the yellow leaf;

The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief

Are mine alone!

On my Thirty-sixth Year.

Brave men were living before Agamemnon.1

Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 5.

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,
Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!

Stanza 17.

But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual!

Inform us truly have they not henpecked you all?

Stanza 22.

The languages, especially the dead,

The sciences, and most of all the abstruse,

The arts, at least all such as could be said

To be the most remote from common use.

Stanza 40.

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Her stature tall, - I hate a dumpy woman.

Stanza 61.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

Stanza 83.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.

Stanza 117.

'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark

Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Sweet is revenge - especially to women.

And truant husband should return, and say,

Stanza 123.

Stanza 124.

"My dear, I was the first who came away." Stanza 141.

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Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,

'T is woman's whole existence.

Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 194.

In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,

I think I must take up with avarice.

Stanza 212.

Stanza 216.

What is the end of Fame? 't is but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper.

At leaving even the most unpleasant people
And places, one keeps looking at the steeple.

Stanza 218.

Canto ii. Stanza 14.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion.

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry

Of some strong swimmer in his agony.

Must share it,

Stanza 34.

Stanza 53.

All who joy would win Happiness was born a twin. Stanza 172.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love.

Alas! the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing.

In her first passion, woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.1

Stanza 186.

Stanza 199.

Canto iii. Stanza 3.

He was the mildest-mannered man

That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

Stanza 41.

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung. Stanza 86. 1.

1 Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les autres elles aiment l'amour. — La Rochefoucauld, Maxim 471, ed. London, 1871.

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