Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.
Canto iv. St. 1.
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
Canto iv. St. 30.
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Canto v. St. 10.
Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.
And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.