When we two parted

Since we are about to part ways with the year,here is a little something from Lord Byron,about parting!

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for 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,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me-
Why wert 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.

A poem by Lord Byron


We’ll go no more a-roving

As I add some finishing touches to my year-end poem,I will share then with you some of the pieces I most like.And here is one of Byron’s beauties,

So,we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the night be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

A poem by Lord Byron

She Walks in beauty

Here is a poem by George Gordon Lord Byron,who was one of the leading figures in the Romantic movement.He died on the 19th April 1824,aged only 36.He is regarded as one of the greatest British poets ever,a man whose works I truly admire.I so hope everyone enjoys the post.

She walks in beauty,like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more,one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure,how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek,and over that brow
So soft,so calm,yet eloquent,
The smiles that win,the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

A poem by Lord Byron


A poem that inspired Nelson Mandela

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody,but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years
Finds,and shall find,me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

A poem by William Ernest Henley

The end

“one of the greatest sacrifices that one man can ever make,is to deny himself the many fruits of his successes,but carry the burden of masses upon his own shoulders”

Last Friday,we South Africans woke up to the news of the death of our country’s most beloved son,Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela.I shall not dwell much on his life or his famed deeds,for most is already known about the man.I am certain that his name will be remembered for eternity.I will also use this opportunity to thank Steven Fox,for a truly ‘fitting tribute’ he posted on his blog.Well done mate!


And when to the end of my time
I shall lay down my waning shield
And look about that world sublime,
And march on to the state revealed.
I shall not loathe my wayward breath
Nor curse the night and her dimmed ray
Nor fear the dawn of mortal death,
I see chance to a brighter day.

Rest in peace ‘tata’!

A poem by Lancelot