History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 108
Hath but one page.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 108
Related:
- By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see
For one who hath no friend,
no brother there. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe... - Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage... - And what is writ is writ,--
Would it were worthier!
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage... - Fills
The air around with beauty.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza... - Heaven gives its favourites--early death.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza... - I see before me the gladiator lie.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza... - Let these describe the undescribable.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza... - Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza... - O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza...
