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Just as old age is creeping on space,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
They kindly leave us, though not quite alone,
But in good company--the gout or stone.
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 59) [Age]
A lady with her daughters or her nieces,
Shines like a guinea and seven shilling pieces.
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 60)
[Proverbs : Women]
Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 8) [Romance]
Their poet, a sad trimmer, but no less
In company a very pleasant fellow,
Had been the favorite of full many a mess
Of men, and made them speeches when half mellow;
And though his meaning they could rarely guess,
Yet still they deign'd to hiccup or to bellow
The glorious meed of popular applause,
Of which the first ne'er knows the second cause.
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 82) [Popularity]
But now being lifted into high society,
And having pick'd up several odds and ends
Of free thoughts in his travels for variety,
He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends,
That without any danger of a riot, he
Might for long lying make himself amends;
And singing as he sung in his warm youth,
Agree to a short armistice with truth.
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 83) [Society]
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylae!
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 86) [Soldiers]
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
Where grew the arts of war and peace,--
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 86) [Greece]
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave--
Think ye he meant them for a slave?
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 86, 10) [Decay]
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 86, 16) [Swans]
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
- Don Juan (canto III, st. 88) [Authorship]
The precious porcelain of human clay.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 11) [Man]
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 110) [Sky]
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 12)
[Graves : Proverbs]
"Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 12) [Death]
And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 29) [Face]
And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
'Tis that I may not weep.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 4) [Laughter]
It has a strange, quick jar upon the ear,
That cocking of a pistol, when you know
A moment more will bring the sight to bear
Upon your person, twelve yards off or so.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 41) [Dueling]
Even to the delicacy of their hand
There was resemblance such as true blood wears.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 45) [Hand]
The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation,
And for the bass, the beast can only bellow;
In fact, he had no singing education,
An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 87) [Singing]
Arcades ambo--id est, blackguards both.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 93) [Arcadia]
That each pull'd different ways with many an oath,
"Arcades ambo," id est--blackguards both.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 93) [Dissension]
These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 93) [Hatred]
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
. . . .
Bright--and as black and burning as coal.
- Don Juan (canto IV, st. 94) [Eyes]
What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman! What a whirlwind is her head,
And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger
Is all the rest about her.
- Don Juan (canto IX, st. 64) [Women]
Tho' modest, on his unembarrass'd brow
Nature had written--"Gentlemen."
- Don Juan (canto IX, st. 83) [Gentlemen]
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