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.
Farewell!
For in that word, that fatal word,—howe'er
We promise, hope, believe,—there breathes despair.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15.