George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's read more
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven?
Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?
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.
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength,
And ponder well your subject, and its length;
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Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength,
And ponder well your subject, and its length;
Nor lift your lad, before you're quite aware
What weight your shoulders will, or will not, bear.
Exhausting thought,
And having wisdom with each studious year.
Exhausting thought,
And having wisdom with each studious year.
Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
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.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
