Famous Quotes / George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Byron: "Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
A million scarce would quench desire;
Still would I steep my lips in bliss,
And dwell an age on every kiss;
Nor then my soul should sated be,
Still would I kiss and cling to thee:
Nought should my kiss from thine dissever,
Still would we kiss and kiss for ever;
E'en though the numbers did exceed
The yellow harvest's countless seed;
To part would be a vain endeavour:
Could I desist?--ah! never--never."
Bliss | Cling | Countless | Desire |
Desistah | Dissever | Dwell | Endeavour |
Every | Exceed | Eyes | Fire |
Harvests | Kiss | Lips | Might |
Million | Nevernever | Nought | Numbers |
Part | Quench | Sated | Scarce |
Seed | Soul | Steep | Still |
Thee | Thine | Though | Vain |
Yellow |