Michael! but you; and you, Saint Peter! Cold In all the license of a Christian nation. "True! he allow'd them to pray God; but as Which would have placed them upon the same base And cried, "You may the prisoner withdraw: THE SEX. (CHILDE HAROLD, Canto ii. Stanza 34.) NOT much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast, Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes; Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion crowns thy hopes. OUR CHILDREN. (DON JUAN, Canto iii. Stanzas 59, 60.) IT is a hard although a common case To find our children running restive; - they, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, Yet a fine family is a fine thing (Provided they don't come in after dinner); 'T is beautiful to see a matron bring Her children up (if nursing them don't thin her); Like cherubs round an altar-piece they cling To the fireside (a sight to touch a sinner) A lady with her daughters or her nieces SOUL. (DON JUAN, Canto xiv. Stanzas 70-72.) He was a cold, good, honorable man, Proud of his birth, and proud of everything; A goodly spirit for a state divan, A figure fit to walk before a king; Tall, stately, form'd to lead the courtly van And such I mean to make him when I reign. But there was something wanting on the whole - A handsome man, that human miracle; Still there was something wanting, as I 've said - Which, for what I know, may of yore have led MOBILITY. (DON JUAN, Canto xvi. Stanzas 96-98.) -JUAN, when he cast a glance On Adeline while playing her grand rôle, Which she went through as though it were a dance (Betraying only now and then her soul By a look scarce perceptibly askance So well she acted all and every part By turns - with that vivacious versatility, Which many people take for want of heart. They err - 't is merely what is call'd mobility, A thing of temperament and not of art, Though seeming so from its supposed facility; And false though true; for surely they 're sincerest Who are strongly acted on by what is nearest. sages never; This makes your actors, artists, and romancers, Though all Exchequer chancellors endeavor, GREAT NAMES. (DON JUAN, Canto iii. Stanzas 90-95, and 98-100.) AND glory long has made the sages smile; Than on the name a person leaves behind: Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle: Milton's the prince of poets -so we say; A little heavy, but no less divine: An independent being in his day Learn'd, pious, temperate in love and wine; But his life falling into Johnson's way, We 're told this great high priest of all the Nine Like Shakspeare's stealing deer, Lord Bacon's bribes; Like Titus' youth, and Cæsar's earliest acts; Like Burns (whom Doctor Currie well describes); Like Cromwell's pranks; — but although truth exacts These amiable descriptions from the scribes, As most essential to their hero's story, All are not moralists, like Southey, when Let to the Morning Post its aristocracy; |