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The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted--they have torn me--and I bleed!
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Topic: Results
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 10)
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Sweet is revenge--especially to women.
Topic: Revenge
Source: Don Juan (canto I, st. 124)
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The castled crag of Drachenfels,
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly swells
Between the banks which bear the vine,
And hills all rich with blossom'd trees,
And fields which promise corn and wine,
And scatter'd cities crowning these,
Whose far white walls along them shine.
Topic: Rhine River
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 55)
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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?
Topic: Romance
Source: Don Juan (canto III, st. 8)
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Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.
Topic: Romance
Source: To Romance
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When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the World.
Topic: Rome
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 145)
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O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
Topic: Rome
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 78)
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There is a temple in ruins stands,
Fashion'd by long forgotten hands:
Two or three columns, and many a stone,
Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown!
Topic: Ruin
Source: Siege of Corinth (st. 18)
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Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
Topic: Sadness
Source: Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 9)
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Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
Topic: Scandal
Source: Don Juan (canto I, st. 31)
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She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Topic: Ships
Source: The Corsair (canto I, st. 3)
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She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
Topic: Ships
Source: The Corsair (canto III, st. 15)
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Some hoisted out the boats, and there was one
That begged Pedrillo for an absolution
Who told him to be damn'd,--in his confusion.
Topic: Shipwreck
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 44)
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Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell--
Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,--
Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell,
As eager to anticipate their grave.
Topic: Shipwreck
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 52)
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Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong,
Compose at once a slipper and a song;
So shall the fair your handiwork peruse,
Your sonnets sure shall please--perhaps your shoes.
Topic: Shoemaking
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (l. 751)
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The best of remedies is a beefsteak
Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before
You sneer, and I assure you this is true,
For I have found it answer--so may you.
Topic: Sickness
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 13)
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I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing
trivial.
Topic: Sickness
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 13)
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All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
Topic: Silence
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 89)
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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.
Topic: Singing
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 87)
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"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Topic: Sky
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 110)
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And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
Topic: Sky
Source: The Dream (st. 4)
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Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.
Topic: Sleep
Source: The Dream (st. 1)
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Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Topic: Smiles
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 97)
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Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away;
A single laugh demolished the right arm
Of his own country;--seldom since that day
Has Spain had heroes.
Topic: Smiles
Source: Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 11)
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But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,
Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
Topic: Smiles
Source: Lara (canto I, st. 17, l. 11)
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From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
Topic: Smiles
Source: Manfred
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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.
Topic: Society
Source: Don Juan (canto III, st. 83)
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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!
Topic: Soldiers
Source: Don Juan (canto III, st. 86)
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His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven.
Topic: Soldiers
Source: Giaour (l. 675)
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But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Topic: Solitude
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 26)
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This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
Topic: Solitude
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 26)
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Among them, but not of them.
Topic: Solitude
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 113)
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
Topic: Solitude
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 90)
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'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give
No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive.
Topic: Solitude
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 33)
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Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
Topic: Solitude
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 33)
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Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.
Topic: Sorrow
Source: The Two Foscari (act IV, sc. 1)
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The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.
Topic: Soul
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 6)
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His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."
Topic: Speech
Source: Don Juan (canto I, st. 174)
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Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
Topic: Stars
Source: Beppo (st. 14)
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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Topic: Story Telling
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 2)
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Exhausting thought,
And having wisdom with each studious year.
Topic: Study
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 107)
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They never fail who die
In a great cause.
Topic: Success
Source: Marino Faliero (act II, sc. 2)
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One must be a god to be able to tell successes from failures
without making a mistake.
Topic: Success
Source: Marino Faliero (act II, sc. 2)
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It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded
Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,
Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded,
Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still,
With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded
On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill
Upon the other, and the rosy sky
With one star sparkling through it like an eye.
Topic: Sunset
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 183)
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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.
Topic: Swans
Source: Don Juan (canto III, st. 86, 16)
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Jack was embarrassed--never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
Topic: Swearing
Source: The Island (canto III, st. 5)
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In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Topic: Sympathy
Source: Stanzas to Augusta
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May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill,
And tailors' lays be longer than their bill!
While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes,
And pay for poems--when they pay for coats.
Topic: Tailors
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (l. 781)
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O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain,
I pray ye flog them upon all occasions,
It mends their morals, never mind the pain.
Topic: Teaching
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 1)
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'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue
By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean,
When both the teacher and the taught are young,
As was the case, at least, where I have been;
They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong
They smile still more.
Topic: Teaching
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 164)
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