George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
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.
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
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.
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
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!
