Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a... - George Gordon Byron
"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep."
"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep."
"If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad."
"She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes..."
"There 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"
"The light of love, the purity of grace,The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!"
"We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die."