George Gordon Noel Byron
George Gordon Noel Byron 's Bio
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Born:31.01.2014
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Death:31.01.2014
Maxioms by George Gordon Noel Byron
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
Stops with the shore.
In friendship I early was taught to believe;
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I have found that a read more
In friendship I early was taught to believe;
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I have found that a friend may profess, yet deceive.
A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
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A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;
A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
On a fool's head--and there is London Town.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
But yet she listen'd--'tis enough--
Who listens once will listen twice;
Her heart, be sure, is not read more
But yet she listen'd--'tis enough--
Who listens once will listen twice;
Her heart, be sure, is not of ice,
And one refusal no rebuff.