Chapter 48

Nothing so difficult as a beginning (_Don Juan_, Canto IV.), vi. 183

O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly? (_Don Juan_, Canto VII.), vi. 302

O Thou! who rollest in yon azure field (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 2

O thou yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 7

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea (_Corsair_, Canto I.), iii. 227

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that (_Don Juan_, Canto XII.), vi. 455

Of rhymes I printed seven volumes (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 55

Of two fair Virgins, modest, though admired (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 535

Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous (_Hours of Idleness_),