Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.
Lord ByronI have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Lord ByronThe castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.
Lord Byron