|George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued)|
| Oh darkly, deeply, beautifully blue! 1|
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
| Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 110.|
| There s not a sea the passenger eer pukes in,|
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
| Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 5.|
| But all have prices,|
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices. 2
| Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 27.|
| And puts himself upon his good behaviour.|
| Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 47.|
| That all-softening, overpowering knell,|
The tocsin of the soul,the dinner bell.
| Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 49.|
| The women pardond all except her face.|
| Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 113.|
| Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,|
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
| Don Juan. Canto vi. Stanza 7.|
| A strange coincidence, to use a phrase|
By which such things are settled nowadays.
| Don Juan. Canto vi. Stanza 78.|
| The drying up a single tear has more|
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.
| Don Juan. Canto viii. Stanza 3.|
| Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt|
In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss
Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose.
| Don Juan. Canto viii. Stanza 18.|
| What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger|
| Don Juan. Canto ix. Stanza 64.|
| And wrinkles, the damned democrats, wont flatter.|
| Don Juan. Canto x. Stanza 24.|
| Oh for a forty-parson power!|
| Don Juan. Canto x. Stanza 34.|