I Have Imbibed Such A Love For

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.

Know Ye The Land Where The Cypress And Myrtle Are Emblems Of Deeds That Are Done In Their Clime? Where The Rage Of The Vulture, The Love Of The Turtle, Now Melt Into Sorrow, Now Madden To Crime!

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

The Niobe Of Nations! There She Stands.