Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame. Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 68. Who track the steps of Glory to the grave. And both were young, and one was beautiful. The ocean to the river of his thoughts,2 Which terminated all. St. 2. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. St. 3. 1 Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa. Ariosto, Orlando Furioso, Canto x. St. 80. The idea that Nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite one with all song writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European nations.— Book of English Songs, p. 28. 2 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, Purg. Canto 13. 89. And they were canopied by the blue sky, There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. Stanzas for Music. There's not a joy. I had a dream which was not all a dream. My boat is on the shore, Darkness. And my bark is on the sea. To Thomas Moore. Here's a sigh to those who love me, Here's a heart for every fate. Were't the last drop in the well, Ere my fainting spirit fell, Ibid. 'Tis to thee that I would drink. Ibid. So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night. So we'll go. Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow. Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1. The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. Manfred. Act. iii. Sc. 4. For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto Beppo. St. 27. Wished him five fathom under the Rialto. St. 32. His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.1 St. 34 Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. That soft bastard Latin St. 39. Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. St. 44. Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, St. 45. Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days! And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power St. 80. 1 For her 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. Which could evade, if unforgiven, They never fail who die In a great cause. Mazeppa. x. 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 ; More dazzlingly when daring in full dress My days are in the yellow leaf; s; 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, 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 ì. 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. '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, 'Tis woman's whole existence. Canto i. St. 194. |