Chapter 448

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.

Stanza 24.

The cold--the changed--perchance the dead anew, The mourned--the loved--the lost--too many! yet how few!

Stanza 49.

Fills The air around with beauty.

Stanza 69.

The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.

Stanza 79.

The Niobe of nations! there she stands.

Stanza 109.

Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Stanza 115.

The nympholepsy of some fond despair.

Stanza 145.

While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Home falls, the world.[22]

[Note 22: The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century is recorded by the Venerable Bede]

Stanza 177.

O that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her!

Stanza 178.

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.

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I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Stanza 179.

Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.

Stanza 185.

And what is writ, is writ. Would it were worthier!

_Memoranda from his Life_.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

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_The Giaour_. Line 72.

Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.

Line 92.

So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.

Line 106.

Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee?

Line 123.

For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.

Line 418.

And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own; And every won a tear can claim, Except an erring sister's shame.

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_Parasina_. St. 1.

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 whispered word.

_The Bride of Abydos_.