George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Men are the sport of circumstances, when
The circumstances seem the sport of men.
Men are the sport of circumstances, when
The circumstances seem the sport of men.
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.
He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;--
In short, there never was a better hearer.
He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;--
In short, there never was a better hearer.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene!
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the read more
A quiet conscience makes one so serene!
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
'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.
He left a Corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
He left a Corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.
When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.
