George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
The read more
I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
The growing waters; it unmans one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the read more
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt,
Not practise!
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
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.
Just as old age is creeping on space,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
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Just as old age is creeping on space,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
They kindly leave us, though not quite alone,
But in good company--the gout or stone.
