Stanza 178.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely sh.o.r.e, There is society where none intrudes By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.

I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Stanza 179.

Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.

Stanza 185.

And what is writ, is writ.

Would it were worthier!

_Memoranda from his Life_.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

_The Giaour_. Line 72.

Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.

Line 92.

So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.

Line 106.

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

Line 123.

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

Line 418.

And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own; And every won a tear can claim, Except an erring sister's shame.

_Parasina_. St. 1.

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word.

_The Bride of Abydos_.

Canto i. St. 1.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle.

Stanza 6.

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole And oh! that eye was in itself a soul!

Canto ii. St. 20.

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!

The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace.[23]

[Note 23: "Solitudinem fociunt--pacem appellant."

--_Tacitus, Agricola_, cap. 30.]

_Darkness_.

I had a dream which was not all a dream.

_Lara_.

Canto i. St. 2.

Lord of himself--that heritage of woe!