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
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be
Not what you seem but always what you see.
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be
Not what you seem but always what you see.
His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven.
His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven.
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains--Beautiful!
I linger yet with read more
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains--Beautiful!
I linger yet with Nature, for the night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learn'd the language of another world.
