Chapter 452

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.

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_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!

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_The Dream_.

And both were young, and one was beautiful.

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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.

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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.

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_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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As soon Seek roses in December--ice in June. Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.

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Believe a woman, or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics.

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Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the Psalms.

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O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!

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_Monody on the Death of Sheridan_.

When all of Genius which can perish dies.

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Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.

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Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.

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_Don Juan_.