He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery,
And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.
Society is now one polish'd horde, Form'd of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
Lord ByronThough sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist then Pleasure.
Lord ByronNear this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.
Lord ByronOn with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.
Oh! Many a time and oft had Harold loved, or dream'd he'd loved since Rapture is a dream.
Lord ByronWhy do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
Lord ByronShe was like me in lineaments-- her eyes
Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty;
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears-- which I had not;
And tenderness-- but that I had for her;
Humility-- and that I never had.
Her faults were mine-- her virtues were her own--
I loved her, and destroy'd her!
Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear,
It lives all passionless and pure:
An age shall fleet like earthly year;
Its years in moments shall endure.
Away, away, without a wing,
O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly;
A nameless and eternal thing,
Forgetting what it was to die.
And those who saw, it did surprise,
Such drops could fall from human eyes.
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