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The Corsair - Continued.
The many still must labor for the one !
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!
Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word, — howe'er We promise — hope— believe, - there breathes despair.
Canto ii. St. 22.
Beppo – Continued.
O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water!
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,
* She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
LONGFELLOW. 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, — ice in June.
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,
* 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.
Canto i. St. 2.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies ;
Meet in her aspect and her eyes ;
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
Fare thee Well.
Still for ever, fare thee well.
Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
Canto i. St. 22. But, О 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.
Canto xiv. St. 101. 'Tis strange
- but true; for truth is always strange, Stranger than fiction.
Canto xv. St. 13.
Memoranda from his Life.
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
The American Flag.
Unfurled her standard to the air,
And set the stars of glory there.