George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Come, lay thy head upon my breast,
And I will kiss thee into rest.
Come, lay thy head upon my breast,
And I will kiss thee into rest.
All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!--
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on read more
All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!--
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
In Venice, Tass's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling read more
In Venice, Tass's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
And music meets not always now the ear.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can read more
Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
The image of Eternity--the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the read more
The image of Eternity--the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
