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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.

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?
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.

Stanza 86. 3.

Stanza 86. 10.

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.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
"T is that I may not weep.

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.

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Adolescens moritur. - Plautus, Bacchus, Act iv. Sc. 6.

“Ον 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.

Stanza 101.

O "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue"!1
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul, the dinner bell.

Stanza 110.

Canto v. Stanza 49.
Stanza 113.

The women pardoned all except her face.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

Canto vi. Stanza 7.

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase
By which such things are settled nowadays.
The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

Stanza 78.

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.

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 proved it,—'t was no matter what he said.
Canto xi. Stanza 1.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
The truth in masquerade.

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,
Because it makes us smile.

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,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Canto xv. Stanza 13.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. 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, 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,
And this be our motto, "In God is our trust ";
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Ibid.

JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES. 1784-1862.

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!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.

Abou Ben Adhem.

And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
O for a seat in some poetic nook,
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

Ibid.

Politics and Poetics.

With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks
To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.

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,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame
A mechanized automaton.

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
Over the world in which I moved alone.

Ibid. iv.

The Revolt of Islam. Dedication, Stanza 6. With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.

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Canto v. Stanza 23.

Kings are like stars, 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.

Hellas.

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.

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