George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
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.
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.
He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;--
In short, there never was a better hearer.
He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;--
In short, there never was a better hearer.
She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the 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.
Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other read more
Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.
The castled crag of Drachenfels,
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly read more
The castled crag of Drachenfels,
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly swells
Between the banks which bear the vine,
And hills all rich with blossom'd trees,
And fields which promise corn and wine,
And scatter'd cities crowning these,
Whose far white walls along them shine.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George read more
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
