George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man read more
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
Stops with the shore.
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 to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on read more
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Not fewer than three nor more than nine.
[Lat., Neque pauciores tribus, neque plures novem.]
Not fewer than three nor more than nine.
[Lat., Neque pauciores tribus, neque plures novem.]
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And read more
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their read more
I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the World.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the World.
Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon,
So costly were they; carpets, every stitch
Of workmanship read more
Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon,
So costly were they; carpets, every stitch
Of workmanship so rare, they make you wish
You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.
A thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest hearts.
A thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest hearts.
