George Gordon Noel Byron

What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
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What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
To view each love one blotted from life's page,
And be alone on earth as I am now.

Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
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Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess,
The might--the majesty of Loveliness?

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.