The Clopton Chronicles
A Project of the Clopton Family Genealogical Society
ALL FOR LOVE
By Lord George Gordon Noel
Byron
O talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is
wrinkled?
Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary
–
What care I for the wreaths that can only give
glory?
O Fame! If I
e’er took delight in they praises,
‘Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding
phrases,
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found
thee;
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround
thee;
When it sparkled o’er aught that was bright in my
story,
I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
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