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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued)
    The power of thought,—the magic of the mind!
          The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.
    The many still must labour for the one.
          The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.
    There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
          The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9.
    Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
          The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9.
For in that word, that fatal word,—howe’er
We promise, hope, believe,—there breathes despair.
          The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15.
    No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
          The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 22.
    He left a corsair’s name to other times,
Link’d with one virtue and a thousand crimes. 1
          The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 24.
    Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!
          Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2.
    She walks in beauty, like the night
  Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that ’s best of dark and bright
  Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
  Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. 2
          Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty.
    The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
          The Destruction of Sennacherib.
    It is the hour when from the boughs
  The nightingale’s high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers’ vows
  Seem sweet in every whisper’d word.
          Parisina. Stanza 1.
Note 1.
See Burton, Quotation 17. [back]
Note 2.
The subject of these lines was Mrs. R. Wilmot.—Berry Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 7. [back]