Between two worlds life hovers like a star, ’Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge: How little do we know that which we are! How less what w… - Lord Byron

Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge
How little we know that which we are!
How less we may be!

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

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He thought about himself, and the whole Earth,
Of Man the wonderful, and of the Stars,
And how the deuce they ever could have birth;
And then he thought of Earthquakes, and of Wars,
How many miles the Moon might have in girth,
Of Air-balloons, and of the many bars
To perfect Knowledge of the boundless Skies;
And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes.