George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes;
But no too humbly, or she will despise
Thee and read more
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes;
But no too humbly, or she will despise
Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes:
Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.
Jack was embarrassed--never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
Jack was embarrassed--never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
The heart ran o'er
With silent worship of the great of old!--
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, read more
The heart ran o'er
With silent worship of the great of old!--
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Our spirits from their urns.
Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
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Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider.
A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.
A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.
While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,
And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,
And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
