George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
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.
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!
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
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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.
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Her years
Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch read more
Her years
Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch forbears.
And turns aside his scythe to vulgar things.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
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'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown
Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
Among them, but not of them.
Among them, but not of them.
