The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
. . . . .
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 86, 1
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
. . . . .
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 86, 1
Related:
- The mountains look on Marathon,
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece... - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the... - Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage... - The women pardon'd all except her face.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza... - Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new... - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die. -- Lord Byron... - Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza... - And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
The truth in masquerade.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xi, Stanza... - In her first passion woman loves her lover:
In all the others,
all she loves is love. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) ...
