George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more
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.
How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests
Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins
(Not of old victors, read more
How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests
Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins
(Not of old victors, all whose heads and crests
Weigh not the thin ore where their visage shines,
But) of find unclipt gold, where dully rests
Some likeness, which the glittering cirque confines,
Of modern, reigning, sterling, stupid stamp;--
Yes! ready money is Aladdin's lamp.
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.
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!
One must be a god to be able to tell successes from failures
without making a mistake.
One must be a god to be able to tell successes from failures
without making a mistake.
As good as a play.
As good as a play.
The best of prophets of the future is the past.
The best of prophets of the future is the past.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
Think not I am what I appear.
Think not I am what I appear.
Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.
Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.
