Quotes from The Corsair — Lord Byron
1788–1824 England
14 quotes
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
He left a corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
The power of thought,—the magic of the mind!
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one!
She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
What should it be, that thus their faith can bind?
The power of Thought, the magic of the Mind!
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,
And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.
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