George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
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.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
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Bright--and as black and burning read more
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
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Bright--and as black and burning as coal.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
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.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
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?
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's read more
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven?
Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Friendship is Love without his wings!
