George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
My heart is feminine, nor can forget--
To all, except one image, madly blind;
So shakes the read more
My heart is feminine, nor can forget--
To all, except one image, madly blind;
So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole,
As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul.
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.
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.
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.
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
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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.
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.]
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.
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.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
