The Corsair Continued.

Stanza 3.

She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.

We promise-hope-believe, - there breathes despair

Canto iii. St. 22.

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.43

BEPPO.

Stanza 27.

For most men (till by losing rendered sager)

Will back their own opinions by a wager.

Beppo-Continued.

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.

She was his life,

The ocean to the river of his thoughts,*

Which terminated all.

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.

*She floats upon the river of his thoughts.

The Spanish Student, Act. ii. Sc. 3.
LONG FELLOW.

ENGLISH BARDS.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

Seek roses in December,

As soon

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.*

* Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa.

Orl. Fur. Canto x. St. 84.

The idea, "that Nature lost the perfect mould" (" Give place ye lovers," Surrey) has been a favorite one with all song writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European nations.

Darkness.

I had a dream which was not all a dream.

Lara.

Canto i. St. 2.

Lord of himself, that heritage of woe!

Hebrew Melodies.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

Fare thee Well.

Fare thee well! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well.

The Waltz.

Hands promiscuously applied,

Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

But, O

DON JUAN

Canto i. St. 22.

ye lords of ladies intellectual!

Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?

Don Juan-Continued.

Canto i. St. 117.

Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.

Canto xiii. St. 95.

Society is now one polished horde,

Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

'Tis strange

Canto xiv. St. 101.

but true; for truth is always strange,

Stranger than fiction.

Canto xv. St. 13.

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Memoranda from his Life.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.

1795-1820.

The American Flag.

When Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,

She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory there.