When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: When we Two parted.
Contributed by: Zaady
Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 88.
Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! They come! they come!"
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 25.
Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 23.
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
With wit to hatch a pun or tell a story.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
Source: Stanzas for Music
Years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb, And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 8.
But first on earth as vampire sent Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent. Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race.
Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 3.
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