George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
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.
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual read more
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.
And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."
His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.
Where may the wearied eye repose,
When gazing on the Great;
Where neither guilty glory glows,
read more
Where may the wearied eye repose,
When gazing on the Great;
Where neither guilty glory glows,
Nor despicable state?
Yes--one the first, the last, the best,
The Cincinnatus of the West
Whom envy dared not hate,
Bequeathed the name of Washington
To make man blush; there was but one.
Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps read more
Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest, till--'tis gone--and all is gray.
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse--borne away with every breath.
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse--borne away with every breath.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
