George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
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!
Oh! nature's noblest gift--my gray-goose quill!
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,
Torn from thy read more
Oh! nature's noblest gift--my gray-goose quill!
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,
Torn from thy parent-bird to form a pen,
That might instrument of little men!
Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water's worth;
If you had been in read more
Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water's worth;
If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
Or with a famish'd boat's-crew had your berth,
Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,
You'd wish yourself where Truth is--in a well.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
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Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madded to crime?
I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
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I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
And still it half calls up the realms of fairy,
Where I beheld what never was to be.
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so
fast,
But the tender bloom of read more
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so
fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
