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
"Where is my child?"--an echo answers, "Where?
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 27
Related:
- Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all save the spirit of man is divine? -- Lord... - He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza... - The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza... - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle... - 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... - The light of love,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,-- And... - 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... - In solitude, where we are least alone.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza... - The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza...
