George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
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.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand;
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I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand;
I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times, when many a subject land
Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him,
Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample,
Catullus read more
Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him,
Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample,
Catullus scarcely has a decent poem,
I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example,
Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn
Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample;
But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one
Being with "Formosum Pastor Corydon."
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.
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
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Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
