George Gordon Noel Byron

And both were young, and one was beautiful.

And both were young, and one was beautiful.

What exile from himself can flee?
To zones, though more and more remote,
Still, still pursues, where'er read more

What exile from himself can flee?
To zones, though more and more remote,
Still, still pursues, where'er I be,
The blight of life--the demon Thought.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the read more

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt,
Not practise!

Brave men were living before Agamemnon.

Brave men were living before Agamemnon.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.