George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice--
The read more
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice--
The weakness and the wickedness of luxury--
The negligence--the apathy--the evils
Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants,
Whose delegated cruelty surpasses
The worst acts of one energetic master,
However harsh and hard in his own bearing.
And nearer as they came, a genial savour
Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus.
Things which read more
And nearer as they came, a genial savour
Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus.
Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some read more
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour:
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler,
And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler,
And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give
No hollow read more
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give
No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive.
Man is a carnivorous production,
And must have meals, at least one meal a day;
He cannot read more
Man is a carnivorous production,
And must have meals, at least one meal a day;
He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction,
But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey;
Although his anatomical construction
Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way,
Your laboring people think beyond all question,
Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There read more
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
On, Amos Cottle!--Phoebus! what a name!
On, Amos Cottle!--Phoebus! what a name!
