George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
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What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
To view each love one blotted from life's page,
And be alone on earth as I am now.
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.
For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.
Just as old age is creeping on space,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
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Just as old age is creeping on space,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
They kindly leave us, though not quite alone,
But in good company--the gout or stone.
And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
For when they happen at a riper age,
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And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
For when they happen at a riper age,
People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth,
And wonder Providence is not more sage.
Adversity is the first path to truth:
He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage,
Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty,
Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
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I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
I am bound to furnish my antagonists with arguments, but not with
comprehension.
I am bound to furnish my antagonists with arguments, but not with
comprehension.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
