There is the moral of all human tales: âTis but the same rehearsal of the past Childe Harold's Pilgrimage history
For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming oâer. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage women tears
...of which the weary breast Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage old age memories youth Sad Quotes
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: an hour may lay it in the dust. state life quotes
Yet, peace be with their ashes, â for by them, If merited, the penalty is paid; It is not ours to judge, far less condemn. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage death
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingaleâs high note is heard. It is the hour when loversâ vows Seem sweet in every whisperâd word. And gentle winds and waters near Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met: And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the Heaven, that clear obscure So softly dark and darkly pure, That follows the decline of day As twilight melts beneath the moon away. Beautiful Quotes
Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had been given of late; Not that the place by any means was full The Vision of Judgment paradise
Inevitable hour! âGainst fate to strive Where Desolation plants her famished brood Is vain, or Ilion, Tyre, might yet survive, And Virtue vanquish all, and Murder cease to thrive. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage inevitability, fate
Wherefore not? What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms â on battle-plains or listed spot? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage death
In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp A friend, whom death alone could sever But envy with malignant grasp, Has torn thee from my breast for ever. love life quotes
Terrestrial business filled nought in the sky Save the Recording Angel's black bureau; Who found, indeed, the facts to multiply With such rapidity of vice and woe, That he had stripped off both his wings in quills, And yet was in arrear of human ills. The Vision of Judgment God evil
What Angels shrink from: even the very Devil On this occasion his own work abhorred The Vision of Judgment death