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The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
Lord Byron
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Socrates said, our only knowledge was "To know that nothing could be known;" a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present. Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only "like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth."
Lord Byron
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Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
Lord Byron
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Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.
Lord Byron
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A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay! The very Suicide that pays his debt at once without installments (an old way of paying debts, which creditors regret) Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, less from disgust of life than dread of death.
Lord Byron
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Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
Lord Byron
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The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.
Lord Byron
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Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?
Lord Byron
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There is pleasure in the pathless woods.
Lord Byron
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Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Lord Byron
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Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
Lord Byron
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To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!
Lord Byron
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All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
Lord Byron
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There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth.
Lord Byron
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A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?
Lord Byron
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But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Lord Byron
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Though the night was made for loving,And the day returns too soon,Yet we'll go no more a rovingBy the light of the moon.
Lord Byron
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Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.
Lord Byron
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They never fail who dieIn a great cause.
Lord Byron
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Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,And decorate the verse herself inspires:This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
Lord Byron
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Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.
Lord Byron
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My native land, good night!
Lord Byron
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Near this spotAre deposited the Remains of oneWho possessed Beauty without Vanity,Strength without Insolence,Courage without Ferocity,And all the virtues of Man, without his Vices.This Praise, which would be unmeaning FlatteryIf inscribed over human ashes,Is but a just tribute to the Memory ofBOATSWAIN, a DOG
Lord Byron
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Oh, Amos Cottle! Phœbus! what a name!
Lord Byron
