A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Canto . Stanza 2.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of

power.

Canto . Stanza 2.

The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.*

Canto . Stanza 6.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a

boy?

Canto . Stanza 23

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!

Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!

Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not,

Canto . Stanza 73

Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?

Canto . Stanza 76.

Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.

Canto . Stanza 88.

Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.

Ibid.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

Canto . Stanza 1.

Years steal

Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;

And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Canto iii. Stanza 2.

There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's Capital had gathered then
Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ;

* And keeps the palace of the soul.--WALLER. On Tea.

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage-bell.

Canto iii. Stanza 21.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined.

Canto iii. Stanza 22.

And there was mounting in hot haste.

Canto iii. Stanza 25.

Or whispering, with white lips-The foe! They

come! They come !'

Ibid.

Battle's magnificently-stern array !

Canto iii. Stanza 28.

The castled crag of Drachenfels

Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.

He had kept

Canto iii. Stanza 55.

The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. Canto iii. Stanza 57.

The sky is changed! and such a change! O night, And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light

Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among
Leaps the live thunder.

Canto iii. Stanza 92.

Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.

Canto iii. Stanza 107.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

Canto iii. Stanza 113.

I stood among them, but not of them.

Canto iii. Stanza 113.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand.

Canto iv. Stanza 1.

Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.

Ibid.

The cold—the changed-perchance the dead anew, The mourned, the loved, the lost-too many! yet how

The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.

Canto iv. Stanza 69.

The Niobe of nations! there she stands.

Canto iv. Stanza 79.

Man!

Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Canto iv. Stanza 109.

The nympholepsy of some fond despair.

Canto iv. Stanza 115.

There were his young barbarians all at play,
There was their Dacian mother-he, their sire,
Butchered to make a Roman holiday.

Canto iv. Stanza 141.

While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ;

And when Rome falls, the world.*

Canto iv. Stanza 145.

*The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century, as recorded by the Venerable Bede.

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!

Canto iv. Stanza 177.

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.

Canto iv. Stanza 178.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll !
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore.

Canto iv. Stanza 179.

Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

Time writes no wrinkle on thy azure brow-*
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.

Ibid.

Canto iv. Stanza 182.

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles onward.

Canto iv. Stanza 184.

And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here.†

Ibid.

* And thou, vast ocean, on whose awful face

Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.

The Omnipresence of the Deity.

ROBERT MONTGOMERY,

+ Cf. POLLOK. Page 326.

And what is writ, is writ.

Would it were worthier?

Canto iv. Stanza 185.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been

A sound which makes us linger;-yet-farewell.

Canto iv. Stanza 186.

Line 68.

THE GIAOUR.

He who hath bent him o'er the dead
Ere the first day of death is fled,
The first dark day of nothingness,

The last of danger and distress,
Before Decay's effacing fingers

Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.

Such is the aspect of this shore ;

'T is Greece, but living Greece no more !
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.

Shrine of the mighty! can it be
That this is all remains of thee?

For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.

And lovelier things have mercy shown

To every failing but their own;

And every woe a tear can claim,
Except an erring sister's shame.

Line 418.