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The languages, especially the dead,
The sciences, and most of all the abstruse,
Don Juan, Canto i. Stanzı 40,
Her stature tall, — I hate a dumpy woman.
Stanza 83 And whispering, “ I will ne'er consent,” – consented.
'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.
Sweet is revenge — especially to women.
In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice
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.
1 See Middleton, page 173.
A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
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,
And Marathon looks on the sea;
I dreamed that Greece might still be free.
Stanza 86. 3.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
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 ?
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
And her face so fair
Stanza 93. “ Arcades ambo,” – id est, blackguards both. Stanza 93.
I've stood upon Achilles' tomb,
1 See Shakespeare, page 63.
4 All her innocent thoughts
John Wilson : On the Death of a Child. (1812.)
Oh “darkly, deeply, beautifully blue !” 1
Don Juan Canto ir. Stanza 110,
Canto v. Stanza 5.
But all have prices,
Stanza 27. And puts himself upon his good behaviour. Stanza 47
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The women pardon'd all except her face.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Canto vi. Stanza 7.
The drying up a single tear has more
Canto riii, Stanza 3.
Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt
What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Canto ix. Stanza 64.
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
Canto x. Stanza 24. Oh for a forty-parson power!
i See Southey, page 507.
When Bishop Berkeley said “there was no matter,"
Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1.
And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
Canto xiii. Stanza 9.
Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.
Society is now one polish'd horde,
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.