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Better to sink beneath the shock
The cold in clime are cold in blood,
I die-but first I have possessed,
She was a form of life and light,
A spark of that immortal fire,
To lift from earth our low desire.
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard ;
Parisina. Stanza 1.
THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
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?*
* Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
GOETHE. Wilhelm Meister.
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
Canto i. Stanza 1.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
Canto i. Stanza 6.
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
Canto ii. Stanza 2.
Canto ii. Stanza 23.
He makes a solitude, and calls it-peace.*
O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Canto i. Stanza 1.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
Canto i. Stanza 3.
Canto i. Stanza 8.
* Solitudinem faciunt,--pacem appellant.
Tacitus. Agricola, cap. 30.
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 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 ii. Stanza 22. He left a corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
Canto iii. Stanza 24.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.*
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
* 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.
0, 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
The patient search and vigil long
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
And to his eye
She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts,* Which terminated all.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
* She floats upon the river of his thoughts.-LONGFELLOW.
The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Si che chiaro
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.
Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
O Amos Cottle! Phæbus ! what a name !
So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
Line 826. When all of Genius which can perish dies.
Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22. Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
* Natura il fece, e por ruppe la stampa.-Ariosto.
Orlando Furioso. Canto x. Stanza 8o. '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.'