"She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire."

The Giaour. Line 1127.

"Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?"

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.

"Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all save the spirit of man is divine?"

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.

"Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess The might, the majesty of loveliness?"

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. 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!"

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6.

"The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle."

The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 2.

"Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!"

The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20.

"He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!"

The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20.

"Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?"--an echo answers, "Where?""

The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 27.

"The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse."

The Corsair. Preface.

"O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limit to their sway,-- Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey."

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.

"Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried."

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.

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

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 3.

"The power of thought,--the magic of the mind!"

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.

"The many still must labour for the one."

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.

"There was a laughing devil in his sneer."

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9.

"Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!"

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9.

"Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,--howe'er We promise, hope, believe,--there breathes despair."

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15.

"No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe."

The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 22.

"He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes."

The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 24.

"Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe!"

Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2.

"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 mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies."

Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty.

"The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold."

The Destruction of Sennacherib.

"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 whisper'd word."

Parisina. Stanza 1.

"Yet in my lineaments they trace Some features of my father's face."

Parisina. Stanza 13.

"Fare thee well! and if forever, Still forever fare thee well."

Fare thee well.

"Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred."

A Sketch.

"In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee."

Stanzas to Augusta.

"The careful pilot of my proper woe."

Epistle to Augusta. Stanza 3.

"When all of genius which can perish dies."

Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22.

"Folly loves the martyrdom of fame."

Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 68.

"Who track the steps of glory to the grave."

Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 74.

"Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan."

Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 117.

"O God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood."

Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8.

"And both were young, and one was beautiful."

The Dream. Stanza 2.

"And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him."

The Dream. Stanza 2.

"She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all."

The Dream. Stanza 2.

"A change came o'er the spirit of my dream."

The Dream. Stanza 3.

"And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful That God alone was to be seen in heaven."

The Dream. Stanza 4.

"There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away."

Stanzas for Music.

"I had a dream which was not all a dream."

Darkness.

"My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But before I go, Tom Moore, Here 's a double health to thee!"

To Thomas Moore.

"Here 's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And whatever sky 's above me, Here 's a heart for every fate."

To Thomas Moore.

"Were 't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell 'T is to thee that I would drink."

To Thomas Moore.

"So we 'll go no more a-roving So late into the night."

So we 'll go.

"Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow."

Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1.

"But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar."

Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2.

"Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs."

Manfred. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns."

Manfred. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity."

Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2.