George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Right--that will do for the marines.
Right--that will do for the marines.
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
There is a tide in the affairs of women
Which, taken at the flood, leads--God knows where.
There is a tide in the affairs of women
Which, taken at the flood, leads--God knows where.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
Herself the solitary scion left
Of a time-honour'd race.
Herself the solitary scion left
Of a time-honour'd race.
What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
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What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine,
Already polish'd by the hand divine!
So sweet the blush of bashfulness,
E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
So sweet the blush of bashfulness,
E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue
By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean,
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'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue
By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean,
When both the teacher and the taught are young,
As was the case, at least, where I have been;
They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong
They smile still more.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
