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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. Stanza 40.
Her stature tall, I hate a dumpy woman.
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.
'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Sweet is revenge
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'Tis woman's whole existence.
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice
I think I must take up with avarice.1
What is the end of fame? 'Tis but to fill
At leaving even the most unpleasant people
In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.
Canto ii. Stanza 14.
There's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms
1 See Middleton, page 173.
A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
All who joy would win Must share it, happiness was born a twin.
Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 53.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
A long, long kiss, - a kiss of youth and love.
In her first passion woman loves her lover:
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,
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
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Canto iii. Stanza 3.
Stanza 86. 1.
Stanza 86. 3.
Stanza 86. 7.
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, Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.1
Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 10.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
Canto iv. Stanza 4.
The precious porcelain of human clay.2
Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
1 See Shakespeare, page 63. 2 See Dryden, page 277.
These two hated with a hate
8 See Wordsworth, page 479.
Stanza 86. 16.
And her face so fair
4 All her innocent thoughts
"Arcades ambo," - id est, blackguards both.
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.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Canto v. Stanza 5.
But all have prices,
And puts himself upon his good behaviour.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The women pardon'd all except her face.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase
The drying up a single tear has more
Oh for a forty-parson power!
1 See Southey, page 507.
2 See Robert Walpole, page 304.
Canto vi. Stanza 7.
Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt
Canto viii. Stanza 3.
What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
Canto ix. Stanza 64.
Canto x. Stanza 24.
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1.
And after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.
Society is now one polish'd horde,
All human history attests
Canto xiii. Stanza 9.
The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
Friendship is Love without his wings.
A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
'Tis strange, but true; for truth is always strange, Stranger than fiction.
Canto xiv. Stanza 101.
Canto xv. Stanza 13.
L'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes.
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.