George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
There were his young barbarians all at play
There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butcher'd to read more
There were his young barbarians all at play
There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.
So well she acted all and every part
By turns--with that vivacious versatility,
Which many people take read more
So well she acted all and every part
By turns--with that vivacious versatility,
Which many people take for want of heart.
They err--'tis merely what is call'd mobility,
A thing of temperament and not of art,
Though seeming so, from its supposed facility;
And false--though true; for surely they're sincerest
Who are strongly acted on by what is nearest.
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
Think not I am what I appear.
Think not I am what I appear.
Modesty is the only sure bait when you are fishing for praise.
Modesty is the only sure bait when you are fishing for praise.
As good as a play.
As good as a play.
The power of Thought,--the magic of the Mind!
The power of Thought,--the magic of the Mind!
The best of prophets of the future is the past.
The best of prophets of the future is the past.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
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There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
