George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
O Fame!--if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
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O Fame!--if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies!
If captains the remark, or critics, make,
Why they read more
I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies!
If captains the remark, or critics, make,
Why they lie also--under a mistake.
Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque read more
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel.
Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel.
So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed read more
So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.
And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and read more
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land--Good Night!
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it,
But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it,
But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
