George Gordon Noel Byron

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque read more

Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

As the lone Angler, patient man,
At Mewry-Water, or the Banne,
Leaves off, against his placid wish,
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As the lone Angler, patient man,
At Mewry-Water, or the Banne,
Leaves off, against his placid wish,
Impaling worms to torture fish.