Quote #13
The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeath'd the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but one!
More from Lord Byron
- And thou wert lovely to the last, Extinguish'd, not decay'd; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high.
- The glory and the nothing of a name.
- The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow.
- My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I …
- Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!
- Fare thee well! and if forever, Still forever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
- The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
- My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.