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.
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.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
Which, read more
'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Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown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.
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.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
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.
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.
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!
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),
Among them, but not of them.
Among them, but not of them.
