George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.
[Lat., Iniquissimam pacem justissimo bello antefero.]
I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.
[Lat., Iniquissimam pacem justissimo bello antefero.]
Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel.
Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel.
And gazed around them to the left and right
With the prophetic eye of appetite.
And gazed around them to the left and right
With the prophetic eye of appetite.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear
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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear
That which disfigures it.
Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease,
He makes a solitude and calls it--peace!
Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease,
He makes a solitude and calls it--peace!
Right--that will do for the marines.
Right--that will do for the marines.
Hot from the hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
Hot from the hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
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!
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.
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
The young, makes Weariness forget his toil,
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Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
The young, makes Weariness forget his toil,
And Fear her danger; opens a new world
When this, the present, palls.
