e a woman, or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.

* * * * *

Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the
Psalms.

* * * * *

O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!

* * * * *

_Monody on the Death of Sheridan_.

When all of Genius which can perish dies.

* * * * *

Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.

* * * * *

Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.

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_Don Juan_.

Canto i. St. 22.

But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual!
Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?

Canto i. St. 117.

Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.

Canto xiii. St. 95.

Society is now one polished horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_.

Canto xv. St. 13.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

* * * * *

_Hebrew Melodies_.

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 mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

CHARLES WOLFE.
1791-1823.

_The Burial of Sir John Moore_.

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,

* * * * *

We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory!

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JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
1795-1820.

_The American flag_.

When Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.

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JOHN KEATS.
1796-1820.

_Endymion_. Line 1.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

* * * * *

_St. Agnes' Eve_. Stanza 27.

Music's golden tongue
Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.

* * * * *

_Hyperion_. Line 5.

That large utterance of the early gods.

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ROBERT POLLOK.
1798-1827.

_The Course of Time_.

Book viii. Line 616.

He was a man
Who