Volume 1 — Canto iii. St. 22.
Reading edition
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Stanza 24.
He left a corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
Beppo.
Stanza 27.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Stanza 45.
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
Stanza 80.
O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
The Dream.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
And they were canopied by the blue sky, so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
The Waltz.
Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
English Bards.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
As soon Seek roses in December—ice in June. Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.
Believe a woman, or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics.
Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the Psalms.
O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
Monody on the Death of Sheridan.
When all of Genius which can perish dies.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave. Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.