George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice--
The read more
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice--
The weakness and the wickedness of luxury--
The negligence--the apathy--the evils
Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants,
Whose delegated cruelty surpasses
The worst acts of one energetic master,
However harsh and hard in his own bearing.
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one.
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one.
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea:
But, before I go, read more
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea:
But, before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee!
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
How lovely he appears! his little cheeks
In their pure incarnation, vying with
The rose leaves strewn read more
How lovely he appears! his little cheeks
In their pure incarnation, vying with
The rose leaves strewn beneath them.
And his lips, too,
How beautifully parted! No; you shall not
Kiss him; at least not now; he will wake soon--
His hour of midday rest is nearly over.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away;
A single laugh demolished the right arm
Of his own country;--seldom since read more
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away;
A single laugh demolished the right arm
Of his own country;--seldom since that day
Has Spain had heroes.
There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his read more
There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his own soul.