In my hot youth,

King.

when George the Third was

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.

Canto ii. St. 53.

All who joy would win

Must share it, Happiness was born a twin.

Canto ii. St. 172.

Canto ii. St. 168.

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 497.

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.

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

Canto iii. St. 86. 1.

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, Canto iii. St. 88.

think.

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

Found only on the stage.

Canto iv. St. 12.

Canto iv. St. 93.

"Arcades ambo," id est - blackguards both.

Canto iv. St. 93.

Oh! "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"

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 Cf. Dryden, Don Sebastian, Act i. Sc. I.

2 Quem Di diligunt

-

Adolescens moritur. — Plautus, Bacch., Act iv. Sc. 6. Ον οἱ θεοὶ φιλοῦσιν ἀποθνήσκει νέος. — Menander, apud Stob. Flor. cxx. 8.

3 Quoted from Southey,

"Though in blue ocean seen

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue."

Madoc in Wales, v.

The women pardoned all except her face.
Don Juan. Canto v. St. 113.

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,

Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

Canto vi. St. 7.

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase
By which such things are settled now-a-days.

Canto vi. St. 78.

The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
Canto viii. St. 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.

And wrinkles, the d-d democrats, won't flatter.

Oh for a forty parson power.

Canto viii. St. 18.

Canto x. St. 24.

Canto x. St. 34.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"

And proved it 't was no matter what he said.

Canto xi. St. I.

And, after all, what is a lie?

'Tis but

Canto xi. St. 37.

The truth in masquerade.

"T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

Canto xi. St. 59.

and more sad,

Canto xiii. St. 9.

Byron continued.]

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

Don Juan. Canto xiii. St. 11.

Society is now one polished horde,

Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and

Bored.

Canto xiii. St. 95.

'Tis strange- but true; for truth is always

strange;

Stranger than fiction.

Canto xiv. St. 101.

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Canto xv. St. 13.

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, January 28, 1821.

F. S. KEY.

1779-1843.

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, O long may it

wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the The Star-spangled Banner.

brave!