Know Ye The Land Where The Cypress And Myrtle Are Emblems Of Deeds That Are Done In Their Clime

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all save the spirit of man is divine?
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 1...
Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?
an echo answers, "Where? -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 27...
The light of love, The mind, the music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,-- And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 6...
He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 1...
My native land, good night!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 13...
O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 15...