The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

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.

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Fills The air around with beauty.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.