The power of thought, the magic of the mind!

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.

Ibid.

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

Lord of himself, that heritage of woe!

Stanza 24.

Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2.

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.

1 See Burton, page 186.

Parisina. Stanza 1.

2 The subject of these lines was Mrs. R. Wilmot. — Berry Memoirs, vol.

iii. p. 7.

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

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

Parisina. Stanza 13.

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.2

Line 117.

O God! it is a fearful thing

To see the human soul take wing
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 nations. Book of English Songs, p. 28.

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.

Much makes life itself a lie,

Flattering dust with eternity.

By all that's good and glorious.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

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.

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.

They never fail who die

In a great cause.

Marino Faliero. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

I loved my country, and I hated him.

Age of Bronze

Stanza 3.

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. 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;

Yet thy true lovers more admire by far

Thy naked beauties

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!

Ibid.

On my Thirty-sixth Year.

Brave men were living before Agamemnon.1

Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 5.

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,
Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!

But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual,

Stanza 17.

Inform us truly, - have they not henpeck'd you all?

1 Vixerunt fortes ante Agamemnona

Stanza 22.

Multi.

HORACE: Ode iv. 9. 25.