Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passes from life to his rest in the grave.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Mortality. 2
Contributed by: Zaady
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 86.
Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 2.
Let these describe the undescribable.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 53.
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!
Source: Maid of Athens.
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 9.
Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 109.
Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 11.
My native land, good night!
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 13.
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 24.
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