His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
The might, the majesty of loveliness?.
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i Stanza 6,

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,"
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And oh, that eye was in itself a soul! · ..
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, I
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
Hark! to the hurried question of despair:
"Where is my child?"

Ibid.

Canto i, Stanza 2.

Stanza 20.

Ibid.

an echo answers, “Where?1

The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.

Stanza 27.

The Corsair. Preface.

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,"
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.

The Corsair,
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.

1 See Gray, page 382.

2 See Lovelace, page 259. Browne, page 218.

Cantai. Stanca 1.

tried.

8 Solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant (They make solitude, which they call peace). TACITUS: Agricola, c. 30.

4 I came to the place of my birth, and cried, "The friends of my youth, where are they?" And echo answered, Where are they ?" — Arabic MS. 5 See Churchill, page 413.

To all nations their empire will be dreadful, because their ships will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft them.-DALRYMPLE; Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 152...

The power of thought, the magic of the mind!

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.

The many

still must labour for the one.

Ibid.

Stanza 9.

Ibid.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer.

Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!

Farewell!

For in that word, that fatal word,

howe'er

We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair.

No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.

Stanza 15.

Canto iii. Stanza 22.

He left a corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.1

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.2

Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
The Destruction of Sennacherib.

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows

Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.

Parisina. Stanza 1.

Yet in my lineaments they trace
Some features of my father's face.

Parisina. Stanza 13.

Fare thee well! and if forever,
Still forever fare thee well.

Fare thee well.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.1
In the desert a fountain is springing,

In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

The careful pilot of my proper woe.

A Sketch

Stanzas to Augusta.

Epistle to Augusta, Stanza 3.

When all of genius which can perish dies.
Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Line 68.

Who track the steps of glory to the grave.

Line 74.

Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan."

Line 117.

O God! it is a fearful thing

To see the human soul take w ing
In any shape, in any mood.

Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8.

And both were young, and one was beautiful.

And to his eye

The Dream. Stanza 2.

There was but one beloved face on earth,

And that was shining on him.

1 See Congreve, page 294.

Ibid.

2 Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa (Nature made him, and then broke the mould). — ARIOSTO: Orlando Furioso, canto x. stanza 84.

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 Book of English Songs, p. 28.

nations.

She was his life,

The ocean to the river of his thoughts,1
Which terminated all.

The Dream. Stanza 2.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.

Stanza 3.

Stanza 4.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes

away.

I had a dream which was not all a dream.

My boat is on the shore,

Stanzas for Music.

And my bark is on the sea;
But before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee!

Darkness

To Thomas Moore.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above me,

Here's a heart for every fate.2

Were 't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink,

Ere my fainting spirit fell

'Tis to thee that I would drink.

So we'll go no more a-roving

So late into the night.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;

They crowned him long ago.

On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,

With a diadem of snow.

Ibid.

Ibid.

So we'll go.

Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1.

1 She floats upon the river of his thoughts.-LONGFELLOW: The Spanish Student, act ii. sc. 3.

2 With a heart for any fate. — LONGFELLOW: A Psalm of Life.

But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit

To sink or soar.

Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs.

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.

Which makes life itself a lie,

Flattering dust with eternity.

By all that's good and glorious.

I am the very slave of circumstance

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Act iii. Sc. 4,

Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

And impulse, borne away with every breath!

The dust we tread upon was once alive.

For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinions by a wager.

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto,
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Beppo. Stanza 27.

Stanza 32.

His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.1

Stanza 34.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

Stanza 39.

That soft bastard Latin,

Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.

Stanza 44.

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.

Stanza 45.

O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water!

Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.

Stanza 80.

1 My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain. CERVANTES: The Little Gypsy.