George Gordon Noel Byron

He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;--
In short, there never was a better hearer.

He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;--
In short, there never was a better hearer.

I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
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I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee.

Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
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Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!