Book xi
. Chap. iii._
JOHN PIERPONT. 1785-1866.
A weapon that comes down as still As snowflakes fall upon the sod; But executes a freeman's will, As lightning does the will of God; And from its force nor doors nor locks Can shield you,--'t is the ballot-box.
_A Word from a Petitioner._
From every place below the skies The grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- The incense of the heart,[538-1]--may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there.
_Every Place a Temple._
FOOTNOTES:
[538-1] See Cotton, page 362.
BRYAN W. PROCTER. 1787-1874.
The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
_The Sea._
I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go.
_The Sea._
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
_The Sea._
Touch us gently, Time![538-2] Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,--as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream.
_Touch us gently, Time._
FOOTNOTES:
[538-2] See Crabbe, page 445.
LORD BYRON 1788-1824.
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
_Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer._
I only know we loved in vain; I only feel--farewell! farewell!
_Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer._
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
_When we Two parted._
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6._
'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 51._
With just enough of learning to misquote.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 66._
As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that 's false, before You trust in critics.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 75._
Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 326._
Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 399._
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.[539-1]
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 826._
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839._
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!
_Maid of Athens._
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 5._
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 7._
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 9._
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 10._
Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 11._
Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13._
My native land, good night!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13._
O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 15._
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 20._
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 40._
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.[540-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 82._
War, war is still the cry,--"war even to the knife!"[541-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 86._
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.[541-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 6._
Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 23._
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 24._
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 26._
Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 28._
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 73._
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 76._
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 84._
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 85._
Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88._
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88._
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 1._
Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 2._
I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 2._
He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,[542-1] So that no wonder waits him.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 5._
Years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb, And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 8._
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 21._
But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?--No! 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 22._
He rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting fell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 23._
And there was mounting in hot haste.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 25._
Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! They come! they come!"
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 25._
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 27._
Battle's magnificently stern array.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 28._
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 32._
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 42._
He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 45._
All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 47._
The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 55._
He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 57._
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 70._
By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 71._
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me;[543-1] and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 72._
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 85._
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 86._
All is concentr'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 89._
In solitude, where we are least alone.[544-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 90._
The sky is changed,--and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 92._
Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 107._
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 107._
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.[544-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 113._
I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 113._
I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 1._
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 1._
Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 3._
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 10._
Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo, The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe![545-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 12._
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 19._
Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 23._
The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,--too many, yet how few!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 24._
## Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till--'t is gone, and all is gray.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 29._
The Ariosto of the North.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 40._
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.[545-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 42._
Fills The air around with beauty.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 49._
Let these describe the undescribable.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 53._
The starry Galileo with his woes.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 54._
Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar, Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 57._
The poetry of speech.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 58._
The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 69._
Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so,-- Not for thy faults, but mine.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 77._
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 78._
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 79._
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 98._
Heaven gives its favourites--early death.[546-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 102._
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 108._
Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 109._
Tully was not so eloquent as thou, Thou nameless column with the buried base.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 110._
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115._
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115._
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115._
Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 120._
I see before me the gladiator lie.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 140._
There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 141._
"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the world."[546-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 145._
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 168._
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place,[547-1] With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And hating no one, love but only her!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 177._
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 178._
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin,--his control Stops with the shore.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 179._
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.[547-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 179._
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,-- Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.[547-3]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 182._
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 183._
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers, . . . . . And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane,--as I do here.[548-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 184._
And what is writ is writ,-- Would it were worthier!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 185._
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,-- A sound which makes us linger; yet--farewell!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 186._
Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
_The Waltz._
He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled,-- The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
_The Giaour. Line 68._
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 That this is all remains of thee?
_The Giaour. Line 106._
For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
_The Giaour. Line 123._
And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own; And every woe a tear can claim, Except an erring sister's shame.
_The Giaour. Line 418._
The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.
_The Giaour. Line 957._
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
_The Giaour. Line 969._
The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.
_The Giaour. Line 1099._
I die,--but first I have possess'd, And come what may, I _have been_ bless'd.
_The Giaour. Line 1114._
She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire.
_The Giaour. Line 1127._
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?[549-1]
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1._
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all save the spirit of man is divine?
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1._
Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess The might, the majesty of loveliness?
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6._
The light of love,[550-1] the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face,[550-2] The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,-- And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6._
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20._
He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace![550-3]
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20._
Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?"--an echo answers, "Where?"[550-4]
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 27._
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
_The Corsair. Preface._
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,[550-5] Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limit to their sway,-- Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1._
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1._
She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 3._
The power of thought,--the magic of the mind!
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8._
The many still must labour for the one.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8._
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9._
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9._
Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,--howe'er We promise, hope, believe,--there breathes despair.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15._
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
_The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 22._
He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.[551-1]
_The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 24._
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 mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.[551-2]
_Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty._
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
_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 whisper'd word.
_Parisina. Stanza 1._
Yet in my lineaments they trace Some features of my father's face.
_Parisina. Stanza 13._
Fare thee well! and if forever, Still forever fare thee well.
_Fare thee well._
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.[552-1]
_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.
_Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 68._
Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
_Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 74._
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan.[552-2]
_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.
_The Dream. Stanza 2._
And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
_The Dream. Stanza 2._
She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts,[553-1] Which terminated all.
_The Dream. Stanza 2._
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
_The Dream. Stanza 3._
And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
_The Dream. 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; But before I go, Tom Moore, Here 's a double health to thee!
_To Thomas Moore._
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.[553-2]
_To Thomas Moore._
Were 't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell 'T is to thee that I would drink.
_To Thomas Moore._
So we 'll go no more a-roving So late into the night.
_So we 'll go._
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.
_Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1._
But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar.
_Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2._
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.
_Manfred. Act ii. Sc. 1._
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.
_Manfred. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.
_Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2._
By all that 's good and glorious.
_Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2._
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse,--borne away with every breath!
_Sardanapalus. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
_Sardanapalus. Act iv. Sc. 1._
For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.
_Beppo. Stanza 27._
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
_Beppo. Stanza 32._
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,-- Wax to receive, and marble to retain.[554-1]
_Beppo. Stanza 34._
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
_Beppo. Stanza 39._
That soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
_Beppo. Stanza 44._
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
_Beppo. Stanza 45._
O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.
_Beppo. Stanza 80._
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 10._
They never fail who die In a great cause.
_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.
_The Vision of Judgment. lxxxiii._
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.
_The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19._
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd 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!
_The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19._
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.[555-1]
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 5._
In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 17._
But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly,--have they not henpeck'd you all?
_Don Juan. Canto i. 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.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 40._
Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 61._
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 83._
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 117._
'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd 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.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 123._
Sweet is revenge--especially to women.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 124._
And truant husband should return, and say, "My dear, I was the first who came away."
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 141._
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.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 212._
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice I think I must take up with avarice.[556-1]
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 216._
What is the end of fame? 'T is but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 218._
At leaving even the most unpleasant people And places, one keeps looking at the steeple.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 14._
There 's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 34._
A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 53._
All who joy would win Must share it, happiness was born a twin.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 172._
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 178._
A long, long kiss,--a kiss of youth and love.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 186._
Alas, the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 199._
In her first passion woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.[557-1]
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 3._
He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 41._
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung. . . . . . Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set.
_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.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 3._
Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylæ.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 7._
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave,-- Think ye he meant them for a slave?
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 10._
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die.[558-1]
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 16._
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 88._
Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 108._
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'T is that I may not weep.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 4._
The precious porcelain of human clay.[558-2]
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 11._
"Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.[558-3]
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 12._
Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 12._
And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.[558-4]
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 29._
These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 93._
"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.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 101._
Oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue!"[559-1] As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 110._
There 's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 5._
But all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.[559-2]
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 27._
And puts himself upon his good behaviour.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 47._
That all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 49._
The women pardon'd all except her face.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 113._
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
_Don Juan. Canto vi. Stanza 7._
A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase By which such things are settled nowadays.
_Don Juan. Canto vi. Stanza 78._
The drying up a single tear has more Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.
_Don Juan. Canto viii. Stanza 3._
Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss Was printed _Grove_, although his name was Grose.
_Don Juan. Canto viii. Stanza 18._
What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger Is woman!
_Don Juan. Canto ix. Stanza 64._
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
_Don Juan. Canto x. Stanza 24._
Oh for a forty-parson power!
_Don Juan. Canto x. Stanza 34._
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," And proved it,--'t was no matter what he said.[560-1]
_Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1._
And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but The truth in masquerade.
_Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 37._
'T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
_Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 59._
Of all tales 't is the saddest,--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. stanza 9._
Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 11._
Society is now one polish'd horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_.
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 95._
All human history attests That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!-- Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.[560-2]
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 99._
'T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,-- Stranger than fiction.
_Don Juan. Canto xiv. Stanza 101._
The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
_Don Juan. Canto xv. Stanza 13._
A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
_Don Juan. Canto xv. Stanza 43._
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, Chap. 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?[561-1]
_Note to a Letter on Bowles's Strictures._
FOOTNOTES:
[539-1] See Waller, pages 219-220.
[540-1] Medio de fonte leporum Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat
(In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers).--LUCRETIUS: _iv. 1133._
[541-1] "War even to the knife" was the reply of Palafox, the governor of Saragossa, when summoned to surrender by the French, who besieged that city in 1808.
[541-2] See Waller, page 221.
[542-1] See Sheridan, page 443.
[543-1] I am a part of all that I have met.--TENNYSON: _Ulysses._
[544-1] See Gibbon, page 430.
[544-2] Good bye, proud world; I 'm going home. Thou art not my friend, and I 'm not thine.
EMERSON: _Good Bye, proud World._
See Johnson, page 374.
[545-1] See Wordsworth, page 474.
[545-2] A translation of the famous sonnet of Filicaja: "Italia, Italia! O tu cui feo la sorte."
[546-1] See Wordsworth, page 478.
[546-2] Literally the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century.
[547-1] See Cowper, page 418.
[547-2] See Pope, page 341.
[547-3] And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
ROBERT MONTGOMERY: _The Omnipresence of the Deity._
[548-1] He laid his hand upon "the ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks.
POLLOK: _The Course of Time,