George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
And then he danced;--all foreigners excel
The serious Angles in the eloquence
Of pantomime;--he danced, I say read more
And then he danced;--all foreigners excel
The serious Angles in the eloquence
Of pantomime;--he danced, I say right well,
With emphasis, and also with good sense--
A thing in footing indispensable:
He danced without theatrical pretence,
Not like a ballet-master in the van
Of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
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I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
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!
Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength,
And ponder well your subject, and its length;
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Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength,
And ponder well your subject, and its length;
Nor lift your lad, before you're quite aware
What weight your shoulders will, or will not, bear.
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore,
All ashes to the taste.
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore,
All ashes to the taste.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
