George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Friendship is Love without his wings!
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.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
Where grew the read more
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
Where grew the arts of war and peace,--
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
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Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
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.
Blushed like the waves of hell.
Blushed like the waves of hell.
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.
