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And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong:

Mazeppa. .

Stanza 10.

- 1 They never fail who die In a great cause,

Marino Faliero, Act ii. Sc. 2. Whose gaine was empires and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

Age of Bronze, Stanza 3. I loved my country, and I hated him.

The Vision of Judgment.; bwrxiii.

! Sublime tobacco! which from east to west

i Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.

The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 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

i Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!:

Ibid. My days are in the yellow leaf;

The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!

On my Thirty-sixth Year. Brave men were living before Agamemnon.

Don Juan, Canto i. Stinza 6. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine " incomparable oil,” Macassar ! But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly, -- have they not henpeck'd you all ?

Stanza 22

Stanza 17.

i Vixerunt fortes ante Agamemnona

HORACE: Ode iv. 9. 25.

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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.

Don Juan. Canto į. Stanza 40.
Her stature tall, — I hate a dumpy woman. Stanza 61.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

Stanza 83. And whispering, “I will ne'er consent," - consented.

Stanza 117. 'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark

Bay deep-mouth'd 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.

Stanza 123.

Stanza 124.

Sweet is revenge

especially to women. And truant husband should return, and say,

My dear, I was the first who came away.” Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'T is woman's whole existence.

Stanza 141.

Stanzı 194.

In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.

Stanza 212. So for a good old-gentlemanly vice I think I must take up with avarice."

Stanza 216. What is the end of fame? 'Tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper.

Stanza 218. At leaving even the most unpleasant people And places, one keeps looking at the steeple.

Canto ii. Stanza 14. There's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion.

Stanza 34.

1 See Middleton, page 173.

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
Of some strong swimmer in his agony.

on Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 53.

Stanza 172.

Sianza 186

In her first passion

Stanza 41.

All who joy would win
Must share it, - happiness was born a twin.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Stanza 178.
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.

Stanza 199. woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.'

Canto iii. Stanza 3.
He was the mildest manner'd man
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
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.

Stanza 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.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead !
Of the three hundred grant but three
To make a new Thermopylæ.

Stanza 86.7. You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,

Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ?

Stanza 86. 3.

1 Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les

autres elles aiment l'amour.

RocheFOUCAULD; Maxim 471.

Of two such lessons, why forget.

The nobler and the manlier one ?
You have the letters Cadmus gave,
ye he meant them for a slave ?

Don Juan. Canto . Stanza 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.

Stanza 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.

Stanza 88.

not weep.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns,

Stanza 108. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, T is that I may

Canto it. Stanza 4. The precious porcelain of human clay."

Stanza 11. " Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.

Stansa 12.
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save. Ibid.

And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air."

Stanz 29.
These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.

Stanza 93. “ Arcades ambo,"! -- id est, blackguards both.

Stanza 93.

!. I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome.

Stanza 101.

1 See Shakespeare, page 63.
2 See Dryden, page 277.
8 See Wordsworth, page 479.

4 All her innocent thoughts
Like rose-leaves scatter'd...

JOHN WILSON: On the Death of a Child. (1812.)

Oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue !” I
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

Don Juan Canto iv. Stanza 110
There 's not a sea the passenger e’er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

Canto v. Stanza 5. But all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.a

Stanza 27

Stanza 47.

The tocsin of the soul,

Stanza 49.

And puts himself upon his good behaviour.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,

the dinner bell.
The women pardon'd all except her face.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

Stanza 113.

Canto vi. Stanza 7.

Stanza 78.

A“ strange coincidence,” to use a phrase
By which such things are settled nowadays.
The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.

Canto riii. Stanza 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.

Stanza 18.

What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger

Is woman!

Canto ix. Stanza 64.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

Canto x. Stanza 24.

Oh for a forty-parson power!

Stanza 34

1 See Southey, page 507.
2 See Robert Walpole, page 304.

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