All for Love by Lord Byron
Byron read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\n\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nAll for Love\nby George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788\u20131824)\n\nO talk not to me of a name great in story; \nThe days of our youth are the days of our glory; \nAnd the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty \nAre worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. \n \nWhat are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled? \n'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled: \nThen away with all such from the head that is hoary - \nWhat care I for the wreaths that can only give glory? \n \nO Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, \n'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, \nThan to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover \nShe thought that I was not unworthy to love her. \n \nThere chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; \nHer glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; \nWhen it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, \nI knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.