George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.
With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early read more
With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the truth,
And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, read more
Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,
For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch.
'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,
For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch.
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.
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.
