Belshazzar! from the banquet turn,
Nor in thy sensual fulness fall;
Behold! while yet before thee burn
The graven words, the glowing wall.
Many a despot men miscall
Crown’d and anointed from on high;
But thou, the weakest, worst of all
(Lord George Gordon Byron)
More Poetry from Lord George Gordon Byron:
- The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- Parisina (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto I. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto III. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- Elegy On Newstead Abbey (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)