"She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers."

"Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles."

"I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand."

"I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts."

"I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee."

"Fame is the thirst of youth."

"Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer."

"Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year."

"Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me,--could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe--into one word, And that one word were lightning, I would speak, But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword."

"The sky is changed,—and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Nor from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!"

"In solitude, where we are least alone."

"All is concentr'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being."

"On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar."

"This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction."

"I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture."

"By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone."

"But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be."

"To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind."

"He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept."

"The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine."

"History's purchased page to call them great."

"He who ascends to moutaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below."

"But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore."

"Thou fatal Waterloo. Millions of tongues record thee, and anew Their children's lips shall echo them, and say — "Here, where the sword united nations drew, Our countrymen were warring on that day!" And this is much, and all which will not pass away."

"There is a very life in our despair, Vitality of poison, — a quick root Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were As nothing did we die; but Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste."

"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on."

"Battle's magnificently stern array."

"Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave."

"Or whispering with white lips, “The foe! They come! they come!”"

"And there was mounting in hot haste."

"He rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting fell."

"But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?—No! 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet."

"Did ye not hear it? — No! 'twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet."

"There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked loved to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!"

"And Harold stands upon this place of skulls."

"Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim."

"'Tis to create, and in creating live, A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now."

"He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him."

"I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail."

"Once more upon the waters, yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider!"

"Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart."

"What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now."

"Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon."

"Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground."

"Land of lost gods and godlike men."

"A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust."

"Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, Who would free themselves must strike the blow."

"From birth till death enslaved; in word, in deed, unmanned!"

"Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!"