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The many still must labour for the one!

Canto i. Stanza 8.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer.

Canto i. Stanza 9.

Hope withering fled, and mercy sighed Farewell!

Farewell!

For in that word,-that fatal word,-howe'er

Ibid.

We promise-hope-believe,-there breathes despair.

Canto i. Stanza 15.

No words suffice the secret soul to show,

For truth denies all eloquence to woe.

Canto iii. Stanza 22.

He left a corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.

BEPPO.

Canto iii. Stanza 24.

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

Stanza 27.

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto

Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

Stanza 32.

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

Stanza 34.

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,

Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.

Stanza 45.

*For her my heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain whatever impression she shall make upon it.--CERVANTES. La Gitanilla.

O, Mirth and Innocence! O, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!

Stanza 80.

MAZEPPA.

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.

THE DREAM.

And both were young, and one was beautiful.

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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,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.

Stanza 4.

* 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.

ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS.

'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

As soon

Seek roses in December, -ice in June ;
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.
Believe a woman, or an epitaph,

Line 51.

Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.

Line 75.

Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.

O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name !

Line 326. Line 399.

So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart.

Line 826.

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.

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

Last Lines.

* Natura il fece, e por ruppe la stampa.-ARIOSTO.
Orlando Furioso. Canto x. Stanza 80.

'The idea, that Nature lost the perfect mould, has been a favourite one with all song writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European nations.'

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 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!

Oh, God! it is a fearful thing

To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.

Ibid.

Prisoner of Chillon, viii.

I had a dream which was not all a dream. Darkness.

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.

Fare thee well! and if for ever,

Fare Thee Well.

Still for ever, fare thee well.

Hands promiscuously applied,

Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

The Waltz.

They never fail who die

In a great cause.

Marino Faliero. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Born in a garret, in the kitchen bred.

A Sketch.

DON JUAN.

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

Canto i. Stanza 17.

But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual !
Inform us truly, have they not hen-pecked you all?

Canto i. Stanza 22.

Christians have burned each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did. Canto i. Stanza 83.

Whispering 'I will ne'er consent,' consented.

Canto i. Stanza 117.

'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home ; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Canto i. Stanza 123.

And truant husband should return, and say, 'My dear, I was the first who came away.'

Canto i. Stanza 141.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.

Canto i. Stanza 194.

What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill

A certain portion of uncertain paper. Canto i. Stanza 218.

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