Rakhmetov
14th May 2010, 20:54
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MURpeBujd9M
From Don Juan
But now at thirty years my hair is grey— (I wonder what it will be like at forty?
I thought of a peruke the other day—)
My heart is not much greener ; and, in short, I have squandered my whole summer while ’twas May,
And feel no more the spirit to retort ; I have spent my life, both interest and principal,
And deem not, what I deemed, my soul invincible.
What is the end of Fame ? ’tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour;
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their ‘midnight taper’,
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture and worse bust.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/ee/Lord_Byron_in_Albanian_dress.jpg
From Don Juan
But now at thirty years my hair is grey— (I wonder what it will be like at forty?
I thought of a peruke the other day—)
My heart is not much greener ; and, in short, I have squandered my whole summer while ’twas May,
And feel no more the spirit to retort ; I have spent my life, both interest and principal,
And deem not, what I deemed, my soul invincible.
What is the end of Fame ? ’tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour;
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their ‘midnight taper’,
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture and worse bust.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/ee/Lord_Byron_in_Albanian_dress.jpg