He was the mildest manner'd man

That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

Don Juan. Canto iii. St. 41.

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

Canto iii. St. 86. 1.

Canto iii. St. 86. 1.

The mountains look on Marathon
And Marathon looks on the sea;

And musing there an hour alone,

I dreamed that Greece might still be free.

Canto iii. St. 86. 3.

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget

The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave-
Think ye he meant them for a slave?

Canto iii. St. 86. 10.

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.

Canto iii. St. 86. 16.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions,

think.

Canto iii. St. 88.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing,

'T is that I may not weep.

Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 4.

The precious porcelain of human clay.1

Canto iv. St. 11.

"Whom the gods love die young," was said of

yore.2

These two hated with a hate

Canto iv. St. 12.

Found only on the stage.

Canto iv. St. 93.

"Arcades ambo," id est - blackguards both.

Canto iv. St. 93.

Oh! "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,”

As some one somewhere sings about the sky. Canto iv. St. 110.

I've stood upon Achilles' tomb,

And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of

Rome.

Canto iv. St. 101.

That all-softening, overpowering knell,

The tocsin of the soul—the dinner bell.

Canto v. St. 49.

1 Compare Dryden, Don Sebastian, Act i. Sc. 1.

2 Quem Di diligunt

Adolescens moritur. - Plautus, Bacch., Act iv. Sc. 6. Ὃν οἱ θεοὶ φιλοῦσιν ἀποθνήσκει νέος. Stob. Flor. cxx. 8.

Menander, apud

8 "Though in blue ocean seen

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue."

Southey, Madoc in Wales, v.

The women pardoned all except her face.
Don Juan. Canto v. St. 113.

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,

Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

Canto vi. St. 7.

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase
By which such things are settled now-a-days.
Canto vi. St. 78.

The drying up a single tear has more

Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

Canto viii. St. 3.

Thrice happy he whose name has been well

spelt

In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss

Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"

And proved it 't was no matter what he said.

Canto xi St. 1.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'T is but

The truth in masquerade.

Canto xi. St. 37.

'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

Of all tales 't is the saddest
Because it makes us smile.

Canto xi. St. 59.

and more sad,

Canto xiii. St. 9.

Society is now one posted borde.

Formed of tw: még thes, the Fire and

Ts sng-but trae, for truth is always

strange.

Stranger than istra

The Devil han noe in all his gavers choice,
An arrow for the bear like a street vo

The best of Prophets of the future is the Fast Dar. Foray 28 1821

Then congeer we must, when our cause it is fast, And this be per motto In God is our tress"; And the star-spangled banner, O long may it

wave

Cher the Land of the free and the home of the brave. The Starspangled Banner.

Hunt. - Pierpont. - Marcy.

537

LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859.

ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.

Abou Ben Adhem.

And lo! BEN ADHEM'S name led all the rest.

Ibid.

O for a seat in some poetic nook,
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook.

Politics and Poetics.

With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.

The Story of Rimini.

JOHN PIERPONT. 1785-1866.

A weapon that comes down as still
As snow-flakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,

As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force, nor doors nor locks
Can shield you ;- 't is the ballot-box.

A Word from a Petitioner.

WILLIAM L. MARCY.

1786-1857.

They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy.

Speech in the United States Senate, January, 1832.