Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen,
Full beams the moon on Actium’s coast:
And on these waves for Egypt’s queen,
The ancient world was won and lost.
And now upon the scene I look,
The azure grave of many a Roman;
Where stem Ambition once forsook
His wavering crown to follow woman.
Florence! whom I will love as well
As ever yet was said or sung
(Since Orpheus sang his spouse from hell),
Whilst thou art fair and I am young;
Sweet Florence! those were pleasant times;
When worlds were staked for ladies’
Had bards as many realms as rhymes;
Thy charms might raise new Antonies.
Though Fate forbids such things to be
Yet, by thine eyes and ringlets curl’d!
I cannot lose a world for thee,
But would not lose thee for a world.
Other works by Lord Byron...
Windsor Poetics: Lines Composed on the Occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent Being Seen Standing Between the Coffins of Henry Viii and Charles I, in the Royal Vault at Windsor
Famed for contemptuous breach of s
By headless Charles see heartless
Between them stands another sceptr
It moves, it reigns—in all but nam
Charles to his people, Henry to h