George Gordon Noel Byron

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh, give me back my heart!

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh, give me back my heart!

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, read more

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.