03c. 1806 ADThere were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!Lord Byron / quote ↗
04c. 1806 AD"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls—the world."Lord Byron / quote ↗
05c. 1806 ADScion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?Lord Byron / quote ↗
06c. 1806 ADOh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And hating no one, love but only her!Lord Byron / quote ↗
07c. 1806 ADThere is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.Lord Byron / quote ↗
08c. 1806 ADRoll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control Stops with the shore.Lord Byron / quote ↗
09c. 1806 ADHe sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.Lord Byron / quote ↗
10c. 1806 ADTime writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.Lord Byron / quote ↗
11c. 1806 ADThou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests.Lord Byron / quote ↗
12c. 1806 ADAnd I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers, . . . . . And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane,—as I do here.Lord Byron / quote ↗
14c. 1806 ADFarewell! a word that must be, and hath been,— A sound which makes us linger; yet—farewell!Lord Byron / quote ↗
15c. 1806 ADHands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.Lord Byron / quote ↗
16c. 1806 ADHe who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled,— The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.Lord Byron / quote ↗
17c. 1806 ADSuch is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.Lord Byron / quote ↗
19c. 1806 ADFor freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.Lord Byron / quote ↗
20c. 1806 ADAnd lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own; And every woe a tear can claim, Except an erring sister's shame.Lord Byron / quote ↗
21c. 1806 ADThe keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.Lord Byron / quote ↗
23c. 1806 ADThe cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.Lord Byron / quote ↗
24c. 1806 ADI die,—but first I have possess'd, And come what may, I have been bless'd.Lord Byron / quote ↗
