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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,
The Destruction of Sennacherib.
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word.
Paruina. Stanza 1.
Yet in my lineaments they trace
Some features of my father's face. Stanza 13.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever fare thee well. Fare thee well.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. A Sketch.
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee. Stanzas to Augusta.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
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 08.
Who tracks the steps of Glory to the grave. Line 74.
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
There was but one beloved face on earth,
She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts,” Which terminated all. Ibid.
A change came o’er the spirit of my dream. Stanza 3.
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
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,
1 Natura il fece, e poi ruppe time stamps. Ariosto, Orlando Furioso, Canto x. St. M. 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 q/` 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 sccndu della mente il tiume. 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 To Thomas Moore.
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. 1M.
So we 'll go no more a roving
So late into the night. So iee ll 30.
Mont Blane is the monarch of mountains;
They crowned him long ago
With a diadem of snow. 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 seeptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I am the very slave of eireumstanee
And impulse, —borne away with every breath !
Sardanapalut, iv. 1. For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Co stanza 27. Soprano, basso, even the eontra-aito, Wished him five fathom under the Co stanza 32.
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.1 Beppo. Stanza 34.
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. Stanza Vj.
That soft bastard Latin, which melts like kisses from a female mouth. Stanza 44.
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her elime, and sunny as her skies. Stanza M.
0 Mirth and Innoeenee! 0 Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days! Stanza so.
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. Mazeppa. Stanza x.
They never fail who die
In a great cause. Marino Fallero. Act ii. Se. 2.
Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table earth, whose diee were human bones.
Age of Bronze. Stanza 3.
I loved my country, and I hated him.
Vision of Judgment, lxxxiii. Suhlime tohaeeo! which from east to west Cheers the tar's lahour or the Turkman's rest.
The lsland. Canto ii. Stanza 19.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe,
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 ! Ibid.
1 Compare Cervantes, La Gitanilla. Page 574.
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 "ineomparahle oil," Co stanza 17.
But, O ye lords of ladies intelleetual!
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 eould be said
To be the most remote from common use. Stanza 40.
Her stature tall, — I hate a dumpy woman. Stanza 61.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
And whispering, "I will ne'er eonsent," — consented.
'T is sweet to hear the wateh-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Sweet is revenge — especially to women. Stanza 124.
And truant husband should return, and say,
"My dear, I was the first who came away." Stanza 141.
1 Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona