Eternal summer gilds them yet, Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 1. The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free. You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, The nobler and the manlier one? Stanza 86. 3. Stanza 86. 10. Stanza 86. 16. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, And if I laugh at any mortal thing, The precious porcelain of human clay.1 Stanza 88. Canto iv. Stanza 4. Stanza 11. "Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.2 These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage. Stanza 12. Stanza 93. 1 Compare Dryden, Don Sebastian, Act i. Sc. 1. Page 231. Adolescens moritur. - Plautus, Bacchus, Act iv. Sc. 6. “Ὃν οἱ θεοὶ φιλοῦσιν ἀποθνήσκει νέος. Menander, apud Stob. Flor., cxx. 8. “Arcades ambo," — id est, blackguards both. Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 93. I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome. O"darkly, deeply, beautifully blue"!1 Stanza 101. As some one somewhere sings about the sky. That all-softening, overpowering knell, Stanza 110. Canto v. Stanza 49. The women pardoned all except her face. Canto vi. Stanza 7. A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase Stanza 78. Canto viii. Stanza 3. Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt Stanza 18. And wrinkles, the d-d democrats, won't flatter. O for a forty parson power! Canto x. Stanza 24. Stanza 34. When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," And, after all, what is a lie? "T is but Stanza 37. 1 Though in blue ocean seen Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. Southey, Madoc in Wales, v. "T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article. Of all tales 't is the saddest, Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 59. and more sad, Canto xiii. Stanza 9. Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away. Society is now one polished horde, Stanza 11. Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. Stanza 95. "T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction. Canto xiv. Stanza 101. The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, Canto xv. Stanza 13. A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, Friendship is Love without his wings. L'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes. I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Memoranda from his Life, by Moore, Ch. xiv. The best of prophets of the future is the past. Letter, Jan. 28, 1821. What say you to such a supper with such a woman? 1 Note to Letter on Bowles. MISS FANNY STEERS. The last link is broken That bound me to thee, And the words thou hast spoken Have rendered me free. 1 Compare Lady Montagu. Page 296. Song. KEY.-KNOWLES. - HUNT. 491 F. S. KEY. 1779-1843. And the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! The Star-spangled Banner. Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives "Twixt it and silence. Virginius. Act v. Sc. 2. LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Abou Ben Adhem. And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. Ibid. Politics and Poetics. With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks The Story of Rimini. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. 1792-1822. How wonderful is Death! Death and his brother Sleep. Queen Mab. i. Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Ibid. iii. Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Ibid. iv. The Rerolt of Islam. Dedication, Stanza 6. With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. Kings are like stars, Canto v. Stanza 23. Hellas. -they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.1 The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on. Chorus from Hellas. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. The Cloud. iv. 1 Compare Bacon, Essay xx., Empire. Page 138. |