George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
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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.
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.
I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
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I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
The growing waters; it unmans one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.
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!
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.
Just as old age is creeping on space,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
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Just as old age is creeping on space,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
They kindly leave us, though not quite alone,
But in good company--the gout or stone.
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
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.
