George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
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Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider.
Weren't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit read more
Weren't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell,
'Tis to thee that I would drink.
There was no great disparity of years,
Though much in temper; but they never clash'd,
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There was no great disparity of years,
Though much in temper; but they never clash'd,
They moved like stars united in their spheres,
Or like the Rhone by Leman's waters wash'd,
Where mingled and yet separate appears
The river from the lake, all bluely dash'd
Through the serene and placid glassy deep,
Which fain would lull its river-child to sleep.
While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
Jack was embarrassed--never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
Jack was embarrassed--never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,
And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,
And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.
A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.
A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
