And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
The Dream. St. 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,

Darkness.

And my bark is on the sea.

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.1

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.

Ibid.

Ibid.

So we'll go.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;

They crown'd him long ago

1 With a heart for any fate.

Longfellow, A Psalm of Life.

On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,

With a diadem of snow.

Manfred. Acti. Sc. 1.

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.

Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 4.

For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto

Beppo. St. 27.

Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

St. 32.

His heart was one of those which most enamour us

St. 34.

Wax to receive, and marble to retain.1
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

That soft bastard Latin

St. 39.

Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. St. 44.

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.

St. 45.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!

And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power

St. 8o.

1 Compare Cervantes, La Gitanilla, ante, p. 12.

Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.

They never fail who die

In a great cause.

Mazeppa. x.

Marino Faliero. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Whose game was empires, and whose stakes

were thrones,

Whose table earth - whose dice were human

bones.

The Age of Bronze. St. 3.

I loved my country, and I hated him.

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. St. 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 - Give me a cigar !
Canto ii. St. 19.

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! On my Thirty-sixth Year.

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

Don Juan. Canto i. St. 17.

But-oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual ! Inform us truly have they not hen-pecked you all? Don Juan. Canto i. St. 22.

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. · Canto i. St. 40.

Her stature tall I hate a dumpy woman.

And whispering "I will ne'er consent," -conCanto i. St. 117.

sented.

"T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed 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.

Canto i. St. 123.

Sweet is revenge—especially to women.

Canto i. St. 124.

And truant husband should return, and say, "My dear, I was the first who came away."

Canto i. St. 141.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'T is woman's whole existence.

Canto i. St. 194.

In my hot youth,

King.

when George the Third was

Don Juan. Canto i. St. 212.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.

Canto i. St. 216.

What is the end of Fame? 't is but to fill

A certain portion of uncertain paper.

Canto i. St. 218.

At leaving even the most unpleasant people And places, one keeps looking at the steeple. Canto ii. St. 14.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit

calms

As rum and true religion.

Canto ii. St. 34.

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry

Of some strong swimmer in his agony.

Canto ii. St. 53.

All who joy would win

Must share it, Happiness was born a twin.

Canto ii. St. 172.

Canto ii. St. 186.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love.

Alas! the love of women! it is known

To be a lovely and a fearful thing.

Canto ii. St. 199.

In her first passion, woman loves her lover :
In all the others, all she loves is love.1

Canto iii. St. 3.

1 Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les autres elles aiment l'amour.- La Rochefoucauld, Maxim 471, ed. London, 1871.