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.

* * * * *

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.

* * * * *

_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.

* * * * *

_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_.

Canto i. St. 1.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle.

Stanza 6.

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole
And oh! that eye was in itself a soul!

Canto ii. St. 20.

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

* * * * *

He makes a solitude, and calls