James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.

April 25


By Lord Byron (1788–1824)

(Died April 25, 1895)
From “Childe Harold”

PEACE to Torquato’s injured shade! ’twas his

In life and death to be the mark where Wrong

Aim’d with her poison’d arrows; but to miss.

Oh, victor unsurpass’d in modern song!

Each year brings forth its millions; but how long

The tide of generations shall roll on,

And not the whole combined and countless throng

Compose a mind like thine! though all in one

Condensed their scatter’d rays, they would not form a sun.