George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it,
But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it,
But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.
His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."
His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."
Where may the wearied eye repose,
When gazing on the Great;
Where neither guilty glory glows,
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Where may the wearied eye repose,
When gazing on the Great;
Where neither guilty glory glows,
Nor despicable state?
Yes--one the first, the last, the best,
The Cincinnatus of the West
Whom envy dared not hate,
Bequeathed the name of Washington
To make man blush; there was but one.
Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps read more
Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest, till--'tis gone--and all is gray.
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse--borne away with every breath.
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse--borne away with every breath.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
