Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.
Lord ByronMy days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!
Lord ByronThere is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Lord ByronThere was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Lord Byron