Quote #102
So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.
More from Lord Byron
- The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
- For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.
- Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs: mine Have made my days and nights imperishable Endless, a…
- Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
- But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar.
- For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.
- Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains; They crowned him long ago, On a throne of rocks - in a robe of clouds - With a Diadem of Snow.
- Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.