George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
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.
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.
What exile from himself can flee?
To zones, though more and more remote,
Still, still pursues, where'er read more
What exile from himself can flee?
To zones, though more and more remote,
Still, still pursues, where'er I be,
The blight of life--the demon Thought.
On, Amos Cottle!--Phoebus! what a name!
On, Amos Cottle!--Phoebus! what a name!
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone read more
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
'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.
How lovely he appears! his little cheeks
In their pure incarnation, vying with
The rose leaves strewn read more
How lovely he appears! his little cheeks
In their pure incarnation, vying with
The rose leaves strewn beneath them.
And his lips, too,
How beautifully parted! No; you shall not
Kiss him; at least not now; he will wake soon--
His hour of midday rest is nearly over.
