Quote #97
And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
More from Lord Byron
- A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
- 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.
- She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all.
- But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar.
- And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
- 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…
- And both were young, and one was beautiful.
- 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.