St. 1.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle.
Stanza 6.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole
And oh! that eye was in itself a soul!
Canto ii. St. 20.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
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He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace.[23]
[Note 23: "Solitudinem fociunt--pacem appellant."
--_Tacitus, Agricola_, cap. 30.]
_Darkness_.
I had a dream which was not all a dream.
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_Lara_.
Canto i. St. 2.
Lord of himself--that heritage of woe!
_The Corsair_.
Canto i. St. 1.
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea;
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home.
Stanza 3.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Stanza 8.
The power of Thought--the magic of the Mind.
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The many still must labor for the one!
Stanza 9.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!
Stanza 15.
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