George Gordon Noel Byron

Among them, but not of them.

Among them, but not of them.

'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
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'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown
Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
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Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.

For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.