George Gordon Noel Byron

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, read more

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.

What want these outlaws conquerors should have
But History's purchased page to call them great?

What want these outlaws conquerors should have
But History's purchased page to call them great?

When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.

When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.

His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."

His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."