George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than
of expense.
[Lat., Non ampliter, sed munditer read more
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than
of expense.
[Lat., Non ampliter, sed munditer convivium; plus salis quam
sumptus.]
No Sane man will dance.
No Sane man will dance.
For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.
For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.
Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one read more
Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?
I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
The read more
I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
The growing waters; it unmans one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.
With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early read more
With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the truth,
And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.
Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine
(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine),
Long be thine read more
Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine
(Famed for the growth of pedigrees and wine),
Long be thine import from all duty free,
And hock itself be less esteem'd than thee.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Friendship is Love without his wings!
