George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
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.
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?
O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain,
I pray read more
O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain,
I pray ye flog them upon all occasions,
It mends their morals, never mind the pain.
'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.
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!
But now being lifted into high society,
And having pick'd up several odds and ends
Of free read more
But now being lifted into high society,
And having pick'd up several odds and ends
Of free thoughts in his travels for variety,
He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends,
That without any danger of a riot, he
Might for long lying make himself amends;
And singing as he sung in his warm youth,
Agree to a short armistice with truth.
For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
