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Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 141.
"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls—the world."[546:2]
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 145.
[547]
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou?
Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead?
Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low
Some less majestic, less beloved head?
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 168.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place,[547:1]
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And hating no one, love but only her!
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 177.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 178.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control
Stops with the shore.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 179.
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.[547:2]
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 179.
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,—
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.[547:3]
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 182.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 183.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy
[548]I wantoned with thy breakers,
. . . . .
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane,—as I do here.[548:1]
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 184.
And what is writ is writ,—
Would it were worthier!
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 185.
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,—
A sound which makes us linger; yet—farewell!
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 186.
Hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
The Waltz.
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
Ere the first day of death is fled,—
The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress,
Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
The Giaour. Line 68.
Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
The Giaour. Line 90.
Shrine of the mighty! can it be
That this is all remains of thee?
The Giaour. Line 106.
For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.
The Giaour. Line 123.
And lovelier things have mercy shown
To every failing but their own;
And every woe a tear can claim,
Except an erring sister's shame.
The Giaour. Line 418.
[549]
The keenest pangs the wretched find
Are rapture to the dreary void,
The leafless desert of the mind,
The waste of feelings unemployed.
The Giaour. Line 957.
Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
The Giaour. Line 969.
The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.
The Giaour. Line 1099.
I die,—but first I have possess'd,
And come what may, I have been bless'd.
The Giaour. Line 1114.
She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
The Giaour. Line 1127.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?[549:1]
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all save the spirit of man is divine?
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.
Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
[550]His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
The might, the majesty of loveliness?
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6.
The light of love,[550:1] the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,[550:2]
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,—
And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6.
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 2.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20.
He makes a solitude, and calls it—peace![550:3]
The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20.
Hark! to the hurried question of despair:
"Where is my child?"—an echo answers, "Where?"[550:4]
The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 27.
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
The Corsair. Preface.
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,[550:5]
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 3.
[551]
The power of thought,—the magic of the mind!
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.
The many still must labour for the one.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9.
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9.
Farewell!
For in that word, that fatal word,—howe'er
We promise, hope, believe,—there breathes despair.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15.
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 22.
He left a corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.[551:1]
The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 24.
Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!
Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.[551:2]
Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
The Destruction of Sennacherib.
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
Parisina. Stanza 1.
[552]
Yet in my lineaments they trace
Some features of my father's face.
Parisina. Stanza 13.
Fare thee well! and if forever,
Still forever fare thee well.
Fare thee well.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.[552:1]
A Sketch.
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Stanzas to Augusta.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Epistle to Augusta. Stanza 3.
When all of genius which can perish dies.
Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22.
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 68.
Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 74.
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan.[552:2]
Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 117.
O God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.
Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
The Dream. Stanza 2.
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
The Dream. Stanza 2.
[553]
She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,[553:1]
Which terminated all.
The Dream. Stanza 2.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
The Dream. Stanza 3.
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. Stanza 4.
There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
Stanzas for Music.
I had a dream which was not all a dream.
Darkness.
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But before I go, Tom Moore,
Here 's a double health to thee!
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.[553:2]
To Thomas Moore.
Were 't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell
'T is to thee that I would drink.
To Thomas Moore.
So we 'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night.
So we 'll go.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;
They crowned him long ago
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
With a diadem of snow.
Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1.
[554]
But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit
To sink or soar.
Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2.
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs.
Manfred. Act ii. 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.
Manfred. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.
Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2.
By all that 's good and glorious.
Sardanapalus.
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