George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.
Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.
There were his young barbarians all at play
There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butcher'd to read more
There were his young barbarians all at play
There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
He smiles, and sleeps!--sleep on
And smile, thou little, young inheritor
Of a world scarce less young: read more
He smiles, and sleeps!--sleep on
And smile, thou little, young inheritor
Of a world scarce less young: sleep on and smile!
Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering
And innocent!
As good as a play.
As good as a play.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests
Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins
(Not of old victors, read more
How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests
Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins
(Not of old victors, all whose heads and crests
Weigh not the thin ore where their visage shines,
But) of find unclipt gold, where dully rests
Some likeness, which the glittering cirque confines,
Of modern, reigning, sterling, stupid stamp;--
Yes! ready money is Aladdin's lamp.
Thou who hast
The fatal gist of beauty.
Thou who hast
The fatal gist of beauty.
Think not I am what I appear.
Think not I am what I appear.
In friendship I early was taught to believe;
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I have found that a read more
In friendship I early was taught to believe;
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I have found that a friend may profess, yet deceive.
