'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'



The lamp must be replenish'd, but even then
It will not burn so long as I must watch.
My slumbers- if I slumber- are not sleep,
But a continuance of enduring thought,
Which then I can resist not: in my heart
There is a vigil, and these eyes but close
To look within; and yet I live, and bear
The aspect and the form of breathing men.
But grief should be the instructor of the wise;
Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most 
Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,
The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
Philosophy and science, and the springs
Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world,
I have essay'd, and in my mind there is
A power to make these subject to itself-
But they avail not: I have done men good,
And I have met with good even among men-
But this avail'd not: I have had my foes,
And none have baffled, many fallen before me- 
But this avail'd not: Good, or evil, life,
Powers, passions, all I see in other beings,
Have been to me as rain unto the sands,
Since that all-nameless hour. I have no dread,
And feel the curse to have no natural fear
Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes
Or lurking love of something on the earth.
Now to my task.-
Mysterious Agency!
Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe,
Whom I have sought in darkness and in light! 
Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell
In subtler essence! ye, to whom the tops
Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,
And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things-
I call upon ye by the written charm
Which gives me power upon you- Rise! appear! [A pause.
They come not yet.- Now by the voice of him
Who is the first among you; by this sign,
Which makes you tremble; by the claims of him
Who is undying,- Rise! appear!- Appear! [A pause. 
If it be so.- Spirits of earth and air, 
Ye shall not thus elude me: by a power, 
Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spell, 
Which had its birthplace in a star condemn'd, 
The burning wreck of a demolish'd world, 
A wandering hell in the eternal space; 
By the strong curse which is upon my soul, 
The thought which is within me and around me, 
I do compel ye to my will. Appear!

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When We Two Parted 

When We Two Parted 
in silence and tears, 
half broken-hearted 
to sever years, 
pale grew thy cheek and cold, 
colder thy kiss; 
truly that hour foretold 
sorrow to this: 
The dew of the morning 
Sunk chill on my brow- 
It felt like the warning 
Of what I feel now. 
Thy vows are all broken, 
And light is thy fame; 
I hear thy name spoken 
An share in its shame 
They name thee before me, 
A knell to mine ear; 
A shudder comes o'er me- 
Why were thou so dear? 
They know not I knew thee 
Who knew thee too well:- 
Long, long shall I rue thee, 
Too deeply to tell. 
In secret we met- 
In silence I grieve 
That thy heart could forget, 
Thy spirit deceive. 
If I should meet thee 
After long years, 
How should I greet thee? 
With silence and tears

~ Lord Byron ~

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