Lord George Gordon Byron

January 22, 1788 - April 19, 1824


Translation From Horace (The man of firm and noble soul...)

by Lord George Gordon Byron

The man of firm and noble soul
No factious clamours can controul;
No threatening tyrant's darkling brow
Can swerve him from his just intent:
Gales the warring waves which plough,
By Auster on the billows spent,
To curb the Adriatic main.
Would awe his fix'd, determin'd mind in vain.

Aye, and the red right arm of Jove,
Hurtling his lightnings from above.
With all his terrors there unfurl'd,
He would, unmov'd, unaw'd, behold.
The flames of an expiring world,
Again in crashing chaos roll'd,
In vast promiscuous ruin hurl'd,
Might light his glorious funeral pile:
Still dauntless 'midst the wreck of earth he'd smile.

First printed January, 1807


The Complete Poetical Works Of Lord Byron
Copyright 1907
The Macmillan Company, New York
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