George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Blushed like the waves of hell.
Blushed like the waves of hell.
Ah! were I sever'd from thy side,
Where were thy friend and who my guide?
Years have read more
Ah! were I sever'd from thy side,
Where were thy friend and who my guide?
Years have not seen, Time shall not see
The hour that tears my soul from thee.
. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted read more
. . . Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted cut but sparkles near the brim.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Friendship is Love without his wings!
And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
For when they happen at a riper age,
People are read more
And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
For when they happen at a riper age,
People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth,
And wonder Providence is not more sage.
Adversity is the first path to truth:
He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage,
Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty,
Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
. . . .
Bright--and as black and burning read more
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
. . . .
Bright--and as black and burning as coal.
I am bound to furnish my antagonists with arguments, but not with
comprehension.
I am bound to furnish my antagonists with arguments, but not with
comprehension.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
