Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
Lord ByronThe stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.
Lord ByronI am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Lord Byron