“ Fame is the thirst of youth,—but I am not So young as to regard men's frown or smile As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot ”
Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1812). copy citation
| Author | Lord Byron |
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| Source | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
| Topic | loss thirst |
| Date | 1812 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/5131/5131-h/5131-h.htm |
Context
“And for these words, thus woven into song, It may be that they are a harmless wile,— The colouring of the scenes which fleet along, Which I would seize, in passing, to beguile My breast, or that of others, for a while. Fame is the thirst of youth,—but I am not So young as to regard men's frown or smile As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot; I stood and stand alone,—remembered or forgot.
CXIII.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee,— Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud In worship of an echo;”
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