George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
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!
And nearer as they came, a genial savour
Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus.
Things which read more
And nearer as they came, a genial savour
Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus.
Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour.
I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.
[Lat., Iniquissimam pacem justissimo bello antefero.]
I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.
[Lat., Iniquissimam pacem justissimo bello antefero.]
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
We two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years.
We two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years.
He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
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He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
So that no wonder waits him.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach
Who please, the more because they preach in vain,--
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Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach
Who please, the more because they preach in vain,--
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all read more
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, read more
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk
The hopes of all men and of every nation;
Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk
Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:
But to return,--Get very drunk; and when
You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
