George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing read more
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess,
The might--the majesty of Loveliness?
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.
But these are foolish things to all the wise,
And I love wisdom more than she loves me;
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But these are foolish things to all the wise,
And I love wisdom more than she loves me;
My tendency is to philosophise
On most things, from a tyrant to a tree;
But still the spouseless virgin Knowledge flies,
What are we? and whence come we? what shall be
Our ultimate existence? What's our present?
Are questions answerless, and yet incessant.
Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?
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Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were;
First in the race that led to glory's goal,
They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
How chang'd since last her speaking eye
Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room,
Where high-born men were read more
How chang'd since last her speaking eye
Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room,
Where high-born men were proud to wait--
Where Beauty watched to imitate.
Father! no prophet's laws I seek,--
Thy laws in Nature's works appear;--
I own myself corrupt and read more
Father! no prophet's laws I seek,--
Thy laws in Nature's works appear;--
I own myself corrupt and weak,
Yet will I pray, for thou wilt hear.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
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The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul!
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
