...Greece," too, are here, with their comical birth out of, and relapse into, buffoonery. But he says : — " If I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep." And that he has " Nothing planned, Except to be a moment merry." Life, after all, is half comic, half tragic...

...midnight, " I go to my bed with a heaviness of heart at having lived so long and to so little purpose." " And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep," he says in " Don Juan." " Mine were my faults, and mine he their reward. My whole life was a contest...

...mellow, And other minds acknowledged my dominion : Now my sere fancy ' falls into the yellow Leaf,' here could gaze denying thee I • The wrangling about...Hellespont, or the ' bouiuliess Hellespont.' whet Т laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot...

...the feet of the first people that had arisen in the name of the nationality and liberty he loved. * " And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep." I know no more beautiful symbol of the future destiny and mission of art than the death of Byron in...

...just in sentiment or calculated to work permanent benefit. Besides, rest assured, my dear sir, that "if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'tis that I may not weep;" and I should not have ventured so far had I not felt some of the freedom of an old acquaintance, since...

...mellow, And other minds acknowledged my dominion : Now my sere fancy " falls into the yellow Leaf," and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth...my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature...

...the fount of tears is that of laughter also, and that to open one sluice is to shut off the other: b j j j efj hS+ Richardson, however, had said long before,— Indeed, it is to this deep concern that my levity is...

...mellow, And other minds acknowledged my dominion ; Now my sere fancy ' falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth...my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, Tis that our nature cannot...

...fellow, And wish'd that others held the same opinion; Now my sere fancy " falls into the yellow Leaf," and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth...my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'T is that I may not weep; and if I weep, "T is that our nature...

...who will, the cynic shall be free; / His tub hath tougher walls than Synope!' » Don Juan, C. IV, 4. The sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. 81 When we know what all are, we must bewail us. But ne'ertheless I hope it is no crime To laugh at...