George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
"Farewell!"
For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach
Who please, the more because they preach in vain,--
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Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach
Who please, the more because they preach in vain,--
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
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There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
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Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.
There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
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There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his own soul.
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice--
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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.
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 enough--
Who listens once will listen twice;
Her heart be sure is not of ice,
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'Tis enough--
Who listens once will listen twice;
Her heart be sure is not of ice,
And one refusal no rebuff.
