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Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.

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.

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"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,
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Don Juan. Canto i. St. 212.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.

Canto i. St. 216.

What is the end of Fame? 't is but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper.

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.

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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:
In all the others, all she loves is love.1

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!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
Canto iii. St. 86. 1.

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

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,
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?

Canto iii. St. 86. 10.

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.

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.
Canto iv. St. 110.

I've stood upon Achilles' tomb,

And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of

Rome.

Canto iv. St. 101.

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

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.

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Southey, Madoc in Wales, v.

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue."

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