The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- The Destruction of Sennacherib
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- The Destruction of Sennacherib
Related:
- Good but rarely came from good advice.
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Lord... - The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xv, Stanza... - There were his young barbarians all at play;
There was their Dacian mother:
he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!... - A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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The Dream, Stanza... - Anger is a relative state.
-- Spock,
"Wolf in the Fold," stardate 3615.4... - When a man feels guilty about something -- something too terrible to
remember -
he blots it out of his conscious memory. -- McCoy... - Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage... - Goodnight
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Lord... - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water;
the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so...
