George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
The music, and the banquet, and the wine--
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers,
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The music, and the banquet, and the wine--
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers,
The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments--
The white arms and the raven hair--the braids,
And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace,
An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Oh, for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!
Oh, for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!
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?
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
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Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
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I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
And still it half calls up the realms of fairy,
Where I beheld what never was to be.
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.
'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep
From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high
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'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep
From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high
The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust.
