Quote #95
She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all.
More from Lord Byron
- And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
- A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
- And both were young, and one was beautiful.
- And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
- Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, And broke the die, in molding Sheridan.
- 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.
- Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
- But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar.