Oh, Hesperus! thou bringest all good things- Canto III. These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage, and each more pained That each pull'd different ways with many an oath, "Arcades ambo," id est-blackguards both. I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome, Stanza 101. Of all appeals—although I grant the power of pathos, and of gold, Than that all-softening, overpowering knell, Canto v. Stanza 49. Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius. I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse And much more tender on the whole than fierce ; Stanza 27. Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas! That he himself felt only "like a youth Canto VII. Stanza 5. As fall the dews on quenchless sands, Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands. Canto IX. Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, Stanza 59. But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket. Canto x. Stanza 79. Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. Alas! worlds fall—and woman, since she fell’d Victim when wrong, and martyr oft when right, 'Tis strange, but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction. Stanza I01. THE ISLAND. Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe ; Thy naked beauties—give me a cigar ! Canto 11. Stanza 19. THE GIAOUR. He who hath bent him o'er the dead. The last of danger and distress, Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) Lines 68-75 Shrine of the mighty! can it be, Lines 106, 107. Gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die, And every woe a tear can claim, Except an erring sister's shame. Lines 416-421. THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS. Ah! were I sever'd from thy side, Where were thy friend, and who my guide? The hour that tears my soul from thee. Canto I. Stanza II THE CORSAIR. She walks the waters like a thing of life, Such hath it been-shall be-beneath the sun The still must labour for the one.* many * Stanza 8. * "Well, let the world change on,-still must endure While earth is earth, one changeless race, the poor Sir E. Bulwer Lytton. The New Timon. Parti. Stanza 1. ! |