Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope;
Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey;
Because the first is crazed beyond all hope,
The second drunk, the third so quaint and mouthy.
Fare thee well, and if for ever
Still for ever fare thee well.
Tag: farewell
Love in full life and length, not love ideal,
No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name,
But something better still, so very real...
Tag: love
We of the craft (poets) are all crazy.
Lord ByronBetween two worlds life hovers like a star,
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
How little do we know that which we are!
How less what we may be! The eternal surge
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar
Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge,
Lash'd from the foam of ages; while the graves
Of Empires heave but like some passing waves.
Tag: poetry
But first on earth as vampire sent
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent
Then gastly haunt thy native place
And suck the blood of all thy race
Tag: vampire
Here’s a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And whatever sky’s above me, Here’s a heart for every fate.
Lord ByronThere is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore.
Lord ByronHere we are and there we go:---but where?
Lord ByronAnd the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.
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