All for Love Lord Byron ( Poetry reading by Jordan Harling), Jordan Harling Reads

Full poem text, public domain (also available in subtitles): O talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet twoandtwenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled Tis but as a dead flower with Maydew besprinkled: Then away with all such from the head that is hoary What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory O Fame if I e er took d