Farewell!
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
Canto iii. St. 22.
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Stanza 24.
He left a corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
* * * * *
_Beppo_.
Stanza 27.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Stanza 45.
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
Stanza 80.
O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
* * * * *
_The Dream_.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
* * * * *
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
* * * * *
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
_The Waltz_.
Hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
* * * * *
_English Bards_.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
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