Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! – Lord Byron
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from lifes page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. – Lord Byron
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! – Lord Byron
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from lifes page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. – Lord Byron
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. – Lord Byron