Lord of
Lord of
marriage knowing unhappy
But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.
language speak armenians
Armenian is the language to speak with God.
age divinity decay
Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.
rocks long-ago clouds
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
dirty moral reason
A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty
sweet sea our-world
With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.
self tears claims
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
power years shade
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
christian gains nothing-to-lose
The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.
dwelling-place desert spirit
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister
ocean struggle men
It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.
said persons living-on
Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.
hands years land
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
mistake snakes skins
Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.