There is a rapture on the lonely shore . . . By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Contributed by: Zaady
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 79.
And there was mounting in hot haste.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 25.
The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 82.
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 98.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Source: Hours of Idleness. L’Amitié
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