Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny and it has been bitter whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.
I see before me the gladiator lie.
Fills The air around with beauty.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
My altars are the mountains and the ocean.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
I loved my country, and I hated him.
Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.
I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
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