first line (public domain): I would to Heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling— Because at least the past were passed away, And for the future—(but I write this reeling, Having got drunk exceedingly to-day, So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling) I say—the future is a serious matter— And so—for God's sake—hock and soda-water!
Excerpt: from Canto the Firstfrom stanza 1/line 1: "I want a hero: an uncommon want, / When every year and month sends forth a new one," to stanza 119/line 952: "I'm very sorry, very much ashamed, / And mean, next winter, to be quite reclaimed." (public domain)
Excerpt: Canto VIIfrom "Oh, thou eternal Homer! I have now"
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[2] => "11598"***x%%"'Let there be light!' said God, and there was light! / 'Let there be blood!' says man, and there's a sea!"%"Hurra! and Allah! and—one moment more, / The death-cry drowning in the battle's roar."
[3] => "17354"*p28*Coming to London*x%Canto X%"So said the Florentine; ye monarchs, hearken / To your instructor. Juan now was borne, / Just as the day began to wane and darken, / O'er the high hill.%"On a fool's head – and there is London Town!"
[4] => "17354"*p28*Coming to London*x%%"Through Groves, so call'd as being void of trees, / (Like lucus from no light); through prospects named / Mount Pleasant"%"Until to some conspicuous square they pass, / And blazon o'er the door their names in brass."
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