George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Among them, but not of them.
Among them, but not of them.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There read more
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.
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.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
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.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
- Lord read more
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
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!
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
For Freedom's battle once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft is ever won.
For Freedom's battle once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft is ever won.
