Chapter 51

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run (_The Curse of Minerva_), i. 457

So we'll go no more a-roving (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. _411_, 538

Sons of the Greeks, arise (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 20

Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 208

Star of the brave!--whose beam hath shed (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 436

Start not--nor deem my spirit fled (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 276

Still must I hear?--shall hoarse Fitzgerald bawl? (_English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers_), i. 297

Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times (_Jeux d' Esprit, etc._), vii. 56

Stranger! behold interred together (_Jeux d' Esprit, etc._), vii. 11

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 399

Sweet girl, though only once we met (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 38

Tambourgi! Tambourgi! thy 'larum afar (_Childe Harold_, Canto II.), ii. 146

The antique Persians taught three useful things (_Don Juan_, Canto XVI.), vi. 572

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 404.

The chain I gave was fair to view (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 49

The dead have been awakened--shall I sleep? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 83

The Devil returned to Hell by two (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 21

The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom (_Island_, Canto III.), v. 618

The Gods of old are silent on their shore (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 566

The "good old times"--all times when old are good (_Age of Bronze_), v. 541

The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 382

The Isles of Greece, The Isles of Greece (_Don Juan_, Canto III.), vi. 169

The King was on his throne (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 397

The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left (_Poems, 1809-1813_), iii. 23

The Land where I was born sits by the seas (_Francesca of Rimini_), iv. 317

The man of firm and noble soul (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 81

The modest bard, like many a bard unknown (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 15

The Moorish King rides up and down (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 529

The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 262

The morning watch was come; the vessel lay (_Island_, Canto I.), v. 587

The Night came on the Waters--all was rest (_Poems 1814-1816_), iii. 419

The "Origin of Love"!--Ah, why (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 65

The roses of Love glad the garden of life (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 109

The sacred song that on mine ear (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), _iii. 32_; vii. 15

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain (_Lara_, Canto I.), iii. 323

The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 82

The Spell is broke, the charm is flown (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 12

The Spirit of the fervent days of Old (_Prophecy of Dante_, Canto II.),