Which could evade, if unforgiven, They never fail who die In a great cause. Магерра. х. Marino Faliero. Act ii. Sc. 2. Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table earth whose dice were human bones. The Age of Bronze. St. 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. St. 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! My days are in the yellow leaf; Canto ii. St. 19. The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! On my Thirty-sixth Year. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! Don Juan. Canto i. St. 17. But-oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual ! Inform us truly have they not hen-pecked you all? Don Juan. Canto i. St. 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. Canto i. St. 40. Her stature tall - I hate a dumpy woman. "T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed 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. Canto i. St. 123. Sweet is revenge—especially to women. Canto i. St. 124. And truant husband should return, and say, "My dear, I was the first who came away.” Canto i. St. 141. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "T is woman's whole existence. Canto i. St. 194. In my hot youth, when George the Third was Don Juan. Canto i. St. 212. So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, Canto i. St. 216. What is the end of Fame? 't is but to fill Canto i. St. 218. At leaving even the most unpleasant people And places, one keeps looking at the steeple. Canto ii. St. 14. There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion. Canto ii. St. 34. A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony. Canto ii. St. 53. All who joy would win Must share it, — Happiness was born a twin. Canto ii. St. 172. Canto ii. St. 186. A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love. Alas! the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing. Canto ii. St. 199. In her first passion, woman loves her lover: Canto iii. St. 3. 1 Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les autres elles aiment l'amour.- La Rochefoucauld, Maxim 471, ed. London, 1871. He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat. Don Juan. Canto iii. St. 41. The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Eternal summer gilds them yet, Canto iii. St. 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. Canto iii. St. 86. 3. You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, The nobler and the manlier one? Canto iii. St. 86. 10. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Canto iii. St. 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. Canto iii. St. 88. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'T is that I may not weep. Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 4. The precious porcelain of human clay.1 Canto iv. St. 11. "Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.2 These two hated with a hate Canto iv. St. 12. Found only on the stage. Canto iv. St. 93. "Arcades ambo," id est — blackguards both. Canto iv. St. 93. Oh! "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue," s As some one somewhere sings about the sky. I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome. Canto iv. St. 101. That all-softening, overpowering knell, Canto v. St. 49. 1 Compare Dryden, Don Sebastian, Act i. Sc. 1. 2 Quem Di diligunt Adolescens moritur. - Plautus, Bacch., Act iv. Sc. 6. Ον οἱ θεοὶ φιλοῦσιν ἀποθνήσκει νέος. — Menander, apud Stob. Flor. cxx. 8. Southey, Madoc in Wales, v. Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue." |