The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 3 Quotes

“Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been, 'Tis something better not to be. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812”
― George Gordon Byron, The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 3

“Prometheus-like from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.”
― George Gordon Byron, The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 3