Applied Philosophy

Though mad Almanzor rhymed in Dryden’s days,
No sing-song Hero rants in modern plays;
Whilst modest Comedy her verse foregoes
For jest and pun in very middling prose.

-Byron

First on the head of him who did this deed
My curse shall light,-on him and all his seed:
Without one spark of intellectual fire,
Be all the sons as senseless as the sire:
If one with wit the parent brood disgrace,
Believe him bastard of a brighter race.

 -Byron

An infant when it gazes on a light,
      A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
      An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
      A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping
As they who watch o’er what they love while sleeping.

-Byron

Can aught from cold Kamschatka to Cape Horn
With Waltz compare, or after Waltz be born? 

-Byron

                                          But, what was shocking,
Her small snow feet had slippers, but no stocking. 

-Byron