Chapter 91
_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.
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.
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 s.h.i.+ning 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 G.o.d 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.
As soon Seek roses in December--ice in June.
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.