Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.

Line 969.

The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name. Line 1099.

I die-but first I have possessed,
And come what may, I have been blest.

Line 1114

She was a form of life and light,
That, seen, became a part of sight,
And rose where'er I turned mine eye,
The morning star of memory.
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven ;

A spark of that immortal fire,
With angels shared, by Allah given,

To lift from earth our low desire.

Line 1127

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.

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,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel, and myrtle, and rose ?

GOETHE. Wilhelm Meister.

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ?

Canto i. Stanza 1.

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And oh ! that eye was in itself a soul.

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Canto i. Stanza 6.

The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.

Canto ii. Stanza 2.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life !

Canto ii. Stanza 23.
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

Ibid.

He makes a solitude, and calls it-peace.*

Ibid.

THE CORSAIR.

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,
Survey our empire, and behold our home.

Canto i. Stanza 1.

She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.

Canto i. Stanza 3.
The power of Thought,—the magic of the Mind.

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 !

Ibid.

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.

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BEPPO.

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.

0, Mirth and Innocence! O, Milk and Water !

Ye happy mixtures of more happy days !

Stanza so.

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.

Stanza 2.

And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.

Ibid.

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,
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.

Line 51.

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.

Line 75.

Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.

Line 326.

O Amos Cottle! Phæbus ! what a name !

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 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.'