George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their read more
I stood
Among them, but not of them: in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
A thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest hearts.
A thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest hearts.
She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears,
For women shed and use them at their liking;
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She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears,
For women shed and use them at their liking;
But there is something when man's eye appears
Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.
Not fewer than three nor more than nine.
[Lat., Neque pauciores tribus, neque plures novem.]
Not fewer than three nor more than nine.
[Lat., Neque pauciores tribus, neque plures novem.]
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.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul--the dinner bell.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul--the dinner bell.
Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
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.
She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
