01c. 1806 ADShe was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire.Lord Byron / quote ↗
02c. 1806 ADKnow ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?Lord Byron / quote ↗
03c. 1806 ADWhere the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all save the spirit of man is divine?Lord Byron / quote ↗
04c. 1806 ADWho hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess The might, the majesty of loveliness?Lord Byron / quote ↗
05c. 1806 ADThe light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,— And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!Lord Byron / quote ↗
07c. 1806 ADBe thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!Lord Byron / quote ↗
09c. 1806 ADHark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?"—an echo answers, "Where?"Lord Byron / quote ↗
11c. 1806 ADO'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limit to their sway,— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.Lord Byron / quote ↗
13c. 1806 ADShe walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.Lord Byron / quote ↗
18c. 1806 ADFarewell! For in that word, that fatal word,—howe'er We promise, hope, believe,—there breathes despair.Lord Byron / quote ↗
19c. 1806 ADNo words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.Lord Byron / quote ↗
20c. 1806 ADHe left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.Lord Byron / quote ↗
22c. 1806 ADShe walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.Lord Byron / quote ↗
23c. 1806 ADThe Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.Lord Byron / quote ↗
24c. 1806 ADIt is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.Lord Byron / quote ↗
