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English poet
(1788 - 1824)
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Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
      - Beppo (st. 14) [Stars]

For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
  Will back their own opinion is by a wager.
      - Beppo (st. 27) [Opinion]

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
  Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
      - Beppo (st. 32) [Music]

His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
  Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
      - Beppo (st. 34) [Heart]

I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
  Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
      - Beppo (st. 44) [Linguists]

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
  Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
      - Beppo (st. 45) [Eyes : Lips : Women]

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
  Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
      - Beppo (st. 80) [Happiness]

So sweet the blush of bashfulness,
  E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
      - Bride of Abydos (canto 1, st. 8) [Blushes]

Think not I am what I appear.
      - Bride of Abydos (canto I, sc. 12)

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,
  Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.
      - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 1) [Zephyrs]

Soft as the memory of buried love,
  Pure as the prayer which childhood wafts above.
      - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 6) [Women]

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! the eye was in itself a Soul!
      - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 6) [Beauty]

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?
      - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 6) [Beauty]

Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms,
  And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine,
    To hail his father; while his little form
      Flutters as winged with joy. Talk not of pain!
        The childless cherubs well might envy thee
          The pleasures of a parent.
      - Cain (act III, sc. I, l. 171) [Babyhood]

He smiles, and sleeps!--sleep on
  And smile, thou little, young inheritor
    Of a world scarce less young: sleep on and smile!
      Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering
        And innocent!
      - Cain (act III, sc. I, l. 24) [Babyhood]

How lovely he appears! his little cheeks
  In their pure incarnation, vying with
    The rose leaves strewn beneath them.
      And his lips, too,
        How beautifully parted! No; you shall not
          Kiss him; at least not now; he will wake soon--
            His hour of midday rest is nearly over.
      - Cain (act III, sc. I. l. 24) [Babyhood]

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 10) [Parting]

Might make a saintship of an anchorite.
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 11) [Holiness]

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
  We follow in his flight;
    Farewell awhile to him and thee,
      My native land--Good Night!
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 13)
        [Love of Country]

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
  What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 15)
        [Love of Country]

In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 20) [Heaven]

For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
  Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 3) [Poetry]

Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
  Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
    Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 3) [Crime]

War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!"
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 86) [War]

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare,
  And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
      - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 9) [Mammon]

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