George Gordon Noel Byron

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.

Fair Greece! and relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen great!

Fair Greece! and relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen great!

Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing read more

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?