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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 i. Stanzı 40,

Stanza 61.

Her stature tall, — I hate a dumpy woman.
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.

'Tis 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.

Stanza 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.1

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.

Sianza 34.

1 See Middleton, page 173.

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

Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 63.

All who joy would win Must share it, — happiness was born a twin. Stanza 172. 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. . Stanza 186. Alas, the love of women ! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing.

Stanza 199. In her first passion 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.

Stanza 41. The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece !

Where burning Sappho loved and sung.

Stanza 86. 1.

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

Stanza 86. 3.

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.
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,

Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ?

Stanza 86. 7.

1 Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les autres elles aiment l'ainour. RocheFOUCAULD: Maxim 471.

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 ?

Don Juan. Canto iii. 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. Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.

Stanza 108. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'T is that I may not weep.

Canto iv. Stanza 4. The precious porcelain of human clay.”

Stanza 11. “ Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.8

Stanza 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.

Stanza 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.
3 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 !” 1
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

Don Juan Canto ir. 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.?

Stanza 27. And puts himself upon his good behaviour. Stanza 47

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul, - the dinner bell.

Stanza 49.

The women pardon'd all except her face.

Stanza 113.

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

Canto vi. Stanza 7.
A “strange coincidence,” to use a phrase
By which such things are settled nowadays. Stanza 78.

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.

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

When Bishop Berkeley said “there was no matter,"
And proved it, —'t was no matter what he said."

Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1.

And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
The truth in masquerade.

Stanza 37.
’T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article. Stanza 59.
Of all tales 't is the saddest, - and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.

Canto xiii. Stanza 9.

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.

Stanza 11.

Society is now one polish'd horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

Stunza 95.
All human history attests
That happiness for man, — the hungry sinner!-
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.?

Stanza 99. 'T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange, Stranger than fiction.

Canto xiv. Stanza 101. The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Canto xv. Stanza 13. A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

Stanza 43, Friendship is Love without his wings.

L'Amitié est l'Amour ens diles. I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Memoranda from his Life, by Moore, Chap. xiv.

1 What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. - T. H. KEY (once Head Master of University College School). On the authority of F. J. Furnivall.

2 For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner. — Piozzi : Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, p. 149.

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