George Gordon Noel Byron

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one.

I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one.

The image of Eternity--the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the read more

The image of Eternity--the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

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."

Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?

Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?