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Gives false alarms, suggested mutiny.

St, 109,

This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy
That sometime true news, sometime fal^e
doth bring. St. 110,

Danger deviseth shifts ; wit waits on fear.

St. 115.
Love-lacking vestals, and self-loving nuns.

St. Its,

Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure freta.
But gold that^ put to use more gold begets.

St, Its,
For know, my heart stands armed in mine

And will not let a false sound enter there.

St. 130,
Love comforteth, like sunshine after rain.

St. 134.
More I could tell, but more I dare not say ;
The text ia old, the orator too green.

St. 135.
Finding their enemy to be so curst,
They aU strain courtesy who shall cope him
first St. 148.

Look, how the world's poor people are

At apparitions, signs, and prodigies. St. 155.

Grief hath two tongues ; and never woman

Could rule them both without ten women's

wit. St. lOS.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain.
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

St. 170.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so
Ught. St, TTL

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator.

Lucreea. St. 5.

In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes. St, If.

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Or hOs eternity to get wl toy,

Laertet. 8t, SI,
But nothing can affection's course control.
Or stop the headlong fury of his speed.

St. 7f .
Pity-pleading eyes. St. 81,

Soft pity enters at an iron gate. St, 86,

For princes are the glass, the school, the

Where sobjects* eyes do learn, do read, do

look. St. 88,

Hen's faults do seldom to themselves

appear. St, 91,

Small HghtB are soon blown out^ huge fires

And with tho wind in greater fury fret.

St, 93,
O comfort-killing Night, image of hell !
Dim register and notary of shame 1
Black stage for tragedies and murders fell !
Vast ain-conceaUng chaos ! nurse of blame !

St, 110,
O Opportunity, thy guilt is great !
Tis thou that execuv st the traitor's treason.

St, lie.

Time's glory is to cahn contending kings, •

To wmnawk falsehood, and bring truth to

Kght St, 135.

To wrong the wronger till he render right.


And turn the giddy round of Fortune's

wheeL St. 136,

Far greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

St, 144-
Grief best is pleased with grieTs society.

St, 159,
Tb double death to drown in ken of shore.

St. 160,
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Bonnets. JVb. 3,

True concord of well* tuned sounds. iVb. 8,

And stretched metre of an antique song.

Bough winds do shake the darling buds of

And summer's lease hath all too short a

date. Xo, 18,

But thy eternal summer shall not fade. lb.
Tet, do thy worst, old Time. iVb. 19.

The painful warrior, famousM for fight,*
After a thousand victories, once foiled,
Is frv«n the book of honour razM quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
^ Jfo. t5:

* *' Fkmoased for worth," in the original The
vast of a rhyme shows that there has been some
•nor ia printing.

When to the sessions of sweet sOent thought
I sunmion up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thbig J sougnt.

No. 30.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.

No. 33.
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

No, 35,
My £^f lies onward, and my joy behind.

No, 60.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful

rhyme. No. 56.

like as the waves make towards the pebbled

So do our minutes hasten to their end.

No. 60,
And Art made tongue-tied by Authority.

No. 66,
And simpjle truth, miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill. lb.

So all my best is dressing old words new.

No. 76,

Tou still shall live (such virtue hath my pen)

Where breath most breathes, — even m the

mouths of men. No, 81.

Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possess.

ing. No. 87.

Some ^lory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some m their wealth, some in their body's

Some in their garments, though new-fangled

Some in their hawks and hounds, some in

their horse ;

All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Bicher than wealth, prouder than garments'

Of more delight than hawks or horses be.

No. 91.
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his

Hath put a spirit of youth in every thiug.

No, 98,
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. No. IO4,

And beauty, making beautiful old rhirme.

No. 106,
My nature is subdued
To what it works in^ like the dyer's hand ;
Pity me then and wish I were renewed.

No. 111.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.

No. lie.

No.— I am that I am ; and they that level
At my abuses, reckon up their own. No. lit


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That full star that ushers in the even.

Bonneti. Xo. J32.

When my Ioto swears that she is made of

I do befiovo her, thoui^h I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutorod

Unlearned in tha world's false subtleties.

No, 138.

Love is too young to know what con*

science is ;
Yet who knows not conscience is bom of

love? No, 161.

But spite of Heaven's fell ra^,
Borne beauty peeped through lattice of

seared age. Jl Lovar*! Complaint. 8L f .

Small show of man was yet upon his chin.

St. U,
To make the weeper laueh, the lauffher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill. Si, 18.

Vows were ever brokers to defiling. St, t5.

father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear !

She told him stories to delight his ear ;
She showed him favours to allure his eye.

Tho PassionaU Plltf rim. St, 4.

Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle ;
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty.

St. 7,
If music and sweet Doetrv agree,
As they must needs, tne sister and the
brother. St. 8.

Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely plucked

soon vaded,*
Plucked in the bud, and vaded in the spring !
Bright orient pearl, alack, too timely shaded !
Fair creature, killed too soon by death's

sharp sting ! St. 10.

Crabbed age and youth

Cannot Uve together :
Youth is full of pleasance,

Age is full of care, St. 12.

Age, I do abhor thee ;
Youth, I do adore thee. lb.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good.

St. IS.

1 supped with sorrow. St. I4.

It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one
of three. St, 16.

Her fancy fell a turning. lb.

But one most be refused ; more mickie waa

the pain.
That nothing ooold be naid, to torn them

both to gidn. lb,

fl'jAded,'' ■ totm used by ihakespears tor

Thus art, with arms contending, waa victor
of the day. lb.

Then lullaby, the learned man hath got

the lady gay ;
For now my song is ended. lb.

My fiocks feed not.
My ewes breed not,
My rams speed not,

AU is amiss. St. IS.

All my merry jigs are quite forgot. lb.

The strongest castle, tower, and town.

The golden bullet beats it down. St. 19.

Have you not heard it said full oft,

A woman's nay doth stand for nought P lb.

As it fell upon a day.

In the merry month of May. 8t. 21.

Faithful friends are hard to find :

Every man will be thy friend,

Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend. lb.


(b. 1866).

It is clear that a novel cannot be too bstd
to be worth publishing. ... It certainly ia
possible for a novel lo be too good to* be
worth publishing.

Plays Pleasant and Unpleasant.

FbA 1. Preface.

I never expect a soldier to think.

Ths Xhvifs jDisciple, Act 3.

The British soldier can stand up to any-
thing—except the British War Office. lb.

A thing that nobody believes cannot be
proved too often. lb.

A great devotee of the Gospel of Gkttinff
On. Mrs. JFarrm'* Fhifeuion, Act 4.

The fickleness of the woman I love is only
equalled by the infernal constancy of tlie
women who love me.

The Philanderer. Act t.

" There is only one religion, though there
are a hundred versions of it.

VqI.%. Prtfae*.

There is nothing so bad or so good that yon
will not find Englishmen doing it : but you
will never find an Englishman in the wion^.
He does everything^ on principle. He fighta
""ou on patriotic nnndpies ; he robs you on
jusineas principles; he enslaves yon on
imperial principlas. The Mtm ofJO^tinff,

It is easy->terriUy eaay— to shake a man*!
faith in himself. To take advantage of that
to break a man*t spirit is devil's work.



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Getting Patronage » the whole art of life.
A man cannot have a career witiiout it.

Playa Pleasant and Unpleasant.
Captain BrafsbouHd*t Conversion, Act S,

Surely there must be some meaning
beneath all this tcorible irony.

Major Barbara.


iAgikamihire (1648-1721).
Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
Essay on Poetry. /. 1.

There's no such thing in nature, and you'll

A faultless monster, which the world ne'er

saw. /. tSl.

Bead Homer once, and you can read no

For all books else appear so mean, so i>oor.
Terse will seem prose, but still persist to

And Homer will be all the books you need.

Oor coiralry challenges our utmost care.
And in our thoughts deserv^es the tender'st

share. Ode Co Brutus.

How weak and yet how yain a thing is

Mean what he will, endeavour what he can !
An Essay on Satire.

Leazn to write well, or not to write at all.

Such IB the mode of these censorious days,
The art is lost of knowing how to praise.

On Mr. Hobbes. /. 1.

Love is the aslt of life. Ode on Love. Canto 5.


How wonderful is Death,
D&iih and his brother Sleep !

Queen Mab. Canto 1.

Innnmerable systems rolled,

And countless spheres diffused

An ever-varying gloiy. lb.

In this interminable wHdemess
Of worlds, at whose immensity
Even soaring fancy staggers. lb.

Nature's imchanging harmony. Canto t.

For when the power of imparting joy
Is equal to the wHl, the human soul
Bequires no other heaven. Canto 3,

And coosdenoe, that imdying serpent,

Her veDomoua brood to their nocturnal task.


There needeth not the hell that bigots

To punish those who err: earth in itself
Contains at once the evil and the cure ;
And all-sufBdng Nature can chastise
Those who transgress her law, — she only

How justly to proportion to the fault
The punishment it merits. lb.

Many faint with tofl.
That few may know the cares and woe of
sloth. lb.

The virtuous man.
Who, great in his humility, as kings
Are little in their grandeur. Jb.

Power, like a desolating pestflenoe, .
Polutcs whate'cr it touches ; and obedience,
Bauo of nil genius, virtue, freedom, truth.
Makes slaves of men, and, of the human

A mechanized automaton. Jb.

Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterablv bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded

grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world. Canto 4*

Startling pale midnight on her starry
throne. lb.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's

The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.


Twin-sister of religion, selfishness.

Canto 6.

Ck)mmerce! beneath whose poison-breath-
ing shade

No solitary virtue dares to spring ;

But poverty and wealth, with equal hand.

Scatter their withering curses. lb.

Necessity, thou mother of the world !

Canto S.
Human pride
Is skilful to invent most serious names
To hide its ignorance. Canto 7,

The moonlight's ineffectual glow. Canto 8.

That sweet bondage which is freedom's self.

Canto 9,
The slimy caverns of the populous deep,


Two starry eyes, hung in the gloom of

thought lb,


Of youth, which night and time have

quenched for ever,
Stfll, dark, and dry, and unremembered
now. lb.

But thou art fled
Like seme frail exhalatioii. Jb,


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Some respite to its turbulence unresting

ocean knows ;

Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath

its appointed sleep. Stanzas. April 1814,

Nought may endure but Mutability.

And bloody Faith, the foulest birth of time.
Feelings of a Sepobllcan.
Honey from silkworms who can gather,

Or silk from the yellow bee ?
The grass mav grow in winter weather
As soon as nate in me.

Lines to a Critic.
It stirs
Too much of suffocating sorrow.

Rosalind and Helen.
He was a coward to the strong :
He was a tyrant to the weak. lb.

His name in my ear was ever ringing,

His form to my brain was ever clmging. lb.

Darkly forward flowed
The stream of years. lb.

It is unmeet
To shed on the brief flower of youth
The withering knowledge of the grave. lb.

As to the Christian creed, if true

Or false, I never questioned it ;

I took it as the vulgar do. lb.

So the priests hated him. and he

Hepaid their hate with cheerful glee. lb.

His soul seemed hovering in his eyes. lb.

Fear not the t3rrants shall rule for ever.

Or the priests of the bloody faith ;

They stand on the brink of that mighty

Whose waves they have tainted with death.

Many a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of misery,
Or the mariner, worn and wan.
Never thus could voyage on.

Lines written amon^ the Euganean Hills.

The wingless, crawling hours.

Prometheus Unbound. Act 1,

Evil minds
Change good to their own nature. lb.

And the future is dark, and the present is

Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless

head. 7^,

Tliy words are like a cloud of wingM

snakes. Jb,

From the dust of creeds out- worn, lb.

Low, sweet, faint sounds, like the farewell
of ghosts. jifi f, 2,

Those eyes which bum throagh smiles tttat

fade in tears.
Like stars hali-quenched in mists of silver

dew. Jd.

Sounds overflow the listener's brain

So sweet, that joy is almost pain. Act f, f.

He gave man speech, and speech created

Which IS the measure of the univene.

AeC t, ^
All snirits are enslaved which serve thines

*• All love is sweet.
Given or returned. Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Act f , 6,
Thev who inspire it are most fortunate.
As I am now ; but those who feel it most
Are happier still. lb,

"My soul is an endianted boat,
Wnich, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.

We have passed Age's icy caves.
And Manhood's dark and tossing waves.
And Youth's smooth ocean, wmihr^Q to

Beyond the glassy gulfs we flee

Of shadow-peopled Infanof.
Through Death and Birth, to a diviner day.

Thetis, bright image of eternity. Act 3, 1,
We two will sink on the wild waves of ruin,
Even as a vulture and a snake outspent
Drop, twisted in inextricable fight,
Into a shoreless sea. Jb,

Weave harmonies divine, yet ever new.

Act S, t.
Death is the veil which those who live call

They sleep, and it is lifted. Act 3, 3,

Or the dull sneer of self -loved ignorance.

Act 3, 4^
Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless.


Laugh with a vast and inextinguishable

laughter. Act 4.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite ;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent ;
To love, and bear ; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contem-
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ;
This, like thy glory. Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free ;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and
Victory ! /*,


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And naiGiady the fairest among them all.
Who gaze on their ejes in the stream*!

Till they die of their own dear lovelineas.
The BeBsltive Plant. Part 1, it, 6,

And the jeasamine &unt, and the sweet tuhe*

The aweetest flower for scent that blows.

St. 10.
And singiiig still dost soar, and soaring ever

singest. To a Skylark.

Olir sweetest songs are those that tell of
saddest thought. lb.

We look before and after.

We pine for what is not ;
Our sincerest laughter

With some pain is fraught ;

I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care

Which I have borne, and yet must bear,
Till death like sleep might steal on me.

Btansas, written in IHJsctioD*

A nard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.

Adonais. St, Si,

He has out-soared the shadow of our night ;
£nTy and calumny, and hate and pain.
And that unrest which men miscall delight.
Can touch him not, and torture) not again ;
Prom the contagion of the world* s slow

He is secure, and now can never mourn,
A heart grovm cold, a head grown grey in

Tain. St. 40.

Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise,
The grare, the city, and the wilderness.

St. J^.
Ude, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity. St. 6i.

Tis malice, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride,
Tis anything but thee.

To Harriet. May, 18U.

Fame is lore disguised. An Exhortation.

Kings are like stars — they rise, they set,

The worship of the world, but no repose.*

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and that

must be
Our chastisement or recompense.

JnllaB and M addalo. /. 481,

UoKt wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong :
Tbej ieam in suffering what they teach in

song. '• ^^•

• 8m Bbcob^ '* Essays," W, " Of Empire.'' p. 10.

Then black despair.
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.
The Sevolt of Islam. Dedication^ it, 6,

Can man be £ree if woman be a slave ?

Canto tjit.iS,

With hue like that when some great painter

His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and

eclipse. CatUo 5, it. tS,

That orbed maiden, with white flre laden,
Whom mortals call the moon.

The Cloud. 4*

I am the daughter of earth and water

And the nurseling of the sky ;
I pass through the pores of tne ocean and

I change, but I cannot die. lb. 6.

I am the friend of the unfriended poor.

To Cambria.
Music, when soft voices die.
Vibrates in the memory :
Odours, when sweet violets sicken.
Live within the sense they quicken.

Poems written in 1821. To : ,

The desire of the moth for the star,

Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of our sorrow. To .

When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindoo,
His best friends hear no more of him.

Letter to Maria Qlsborns.

A hooded eagle among blinking owls.t lb.

In London, that great sea, whose ebb and

At once is deaf and loud. lb.

For she was beautiful ; her beauty made
The bright world dim, and everything

Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade.
The Witch of Atias, li

Man, who man would be,
Must rule the empire of himself ; in it
Must be supreme.

Bonnet. Folitical Greatne»t.

Old men are testy, and will have their way.
The Cenci. Act 1, g.

There are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have
no tongue. Act 3, 1.

How slow
Behind the course of thought, even sick with

Lags leaden-footed time ! Act 4i '•

t Referring to Ooleridgi


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Even whilst
That doubt is passmg through you and the

Is conscious of a change.

The Genol. Act 4, S,
What is done wisely, is done well Act J^ 4,

Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart

Aa 5, t-
What 'twas weak to do
'Til weaker to lament, once being done.

Act 5, S.
The fountains mingle with the river.

And the rivers with the ocean.
The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion ;
Nothing in the world is single ;
All things, by a law divine,
In one anothers being mingle —
Why not I with thine?

Lov6*8 Philosophy.
The seed ye sow, another reaps ;
The wealth ye find, another keeps ;
The robe ye weave, another wears ;
The arms ye forge, another bears.

To the Hen of England*

Come listen to my mournful tale,

Ye tender hearts and lovers dear ;
Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh.

Nor need you blush to shed a tear.

Jemmy Dawson.
For seldom shall she hear a tale

So sad, BO tender, and so true. Id,

Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn

To think how modest worth neglected

While partial fame doth with her blasts

Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise.
The Schoolmistress.
In every village marked with little spire.
Embowered in trees, and hardly known to

fame. 7j^

Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
Emblem right meet of decency does yield.

For never title yet so mean could prove.
But there was eke a mind which did that
title love. /^^

The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme,
Fresh baum, and marigold of oheezful hue.

By the sharp tooth of cankering eld defaced.

A little bench of heedless bishops here,
And there a chancellor in embryo,
Or bard sublime, it bard may e'er be so.


Wisheth, poor starveling elf! his paper kite
} mayfly. Jb.

Whoe'er has travelled life's dull ronzkd.

Where'er his stages may have been.
May sigh to think he still has found
The wannest welcome at an inn.

Written at an Inn at Henley.
.So sweetly she bade me adieu,

I thought that she bade me return.

PastoraL JPart 1, Absence,

Let her speak, and whatever she say,
Methinks I should love her ttie more. *

Fartt. Hope,
A picturesque countenance rather than
one that is esteemed of regular features.

An Humourist.

His knowledge of books had in some

degree diminished his knowledge of the

world. JL Character.

A fool and his words are soon parted.

On ReserYe.
Laws are generally found to be nets of
such a texture, as the little creep through,
the great break through, and tne middle-
sized alone are entangled in.* On Polities.

I am thankful that my name is obnoxioas
to no pun.f B^otisma.

Not Hebrew, Arabic, Syriac, Coptic, nor
even the Chinese language, seems half so
difficult to me as the language of ref usaL


The quarrels of friends in the latter part
of life are never truly reconciled. lb.

A man sooner finds out his own foibles in
a stranger than any other foibles.

Hen and Hannera.

Think when you are enraged with anyone,
what would probably become your senti-
ments should ne die during the (uspute. lb,

A justice and his clerk is now little more
than a blind man and his dog. lb.

Our old friend Somerville is dead ! I did
not imagine that I could have beeoi so sorry.

Let the gulled fool the toils of war pursue.
Where bleed the many to enrich the few.

The Jud^ent of Hercules.
Love is a pleasing but a various clime.

Ble^. 5.
Oft has good nature been the fool's

And honest meaning gilded want of sense.
Ode te s Lady.

^ •Sit Hlscellsneoui. "Nstursllsad PhraMs":
^Written Uws are like spider's webs," etc. : obo
(BMon p. MX

t " The lurnATne which hss descended to me la
'" I to no poo."— Ksisys : ** An Humonrlsfe **


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(d. 1857).
Around tiie throne of Gk>d in heaven
ThooBands of children Btand.

For a BoBday School.



A progeny of learning. (Mrs. Malaprop.)
TheBlYali. Act 1, 2.

I always know when Lady Slattern has
been before me. She has a most obaenrin^
thumb. -^

Too drfl by halt Act 5, ^.

Yon are not like Cerhems, three gentle-
men at once, are yon? Act 4, ^•

The qnarrel is a very pretty anarrel as it
fltands ; we shonld only spoil it by trying to
explain it. Act4t^»

As headstrong as an allegory on the banks
oftheNUe. Act 5, 3.

My Talonr is certainly going ! It'is sneak-
ing off ! I feel it oozing ont, as it were, at
the palms of my >>ftTi<^»^ Jb,

I own the soft impeachment (Mrs. Mala-
prop.) lb'

Through all the drama — ^whether danmed or

Lore gilds the scene, aad women guide the
plot Bpllogae, 6,

Steal ! to be sure they may, and egad,
eenre your best thoughts as gipsies do stolen
children — disfigure uem to make *em pass
for their own. The Critic Act I, t

If it is abuse, why one is always sure to
hear of it from one damned gobd-naturod
friend or another. Jb,

Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest
to be understood of the two. Act If t.

Yes, sir, puffing is of various sorts ; the
principal are, the puff direct the puff pre-
liminary, the puff collateral, the puff col-

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