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I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Lord Byron
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I am not now That which I have been.
Lord Byron
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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Lord Byron
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All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
Lord Byron
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Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Lord Byron
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History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
Lord Byron
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As the liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Shall die fighting or live free, And down with all kings but King Ludd!
Lord Byron
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A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.
Lord Byron
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There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
Lord Byron
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I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.
Lord Byron
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Happiness was born a twin.
Lord Byron
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Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Lord Byron
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Who hath not proved how feebly words essayTo fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sightFaints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confessThe might, the majesty of loveliness?
Lord Byron
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The world is a bundle of hay,Mankind are the asses that pull,Each tugs in a different way-And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Lord Byron
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Oh, God! it is a fearful thingTo see the human soul take wingIn any shape, in any mood.
Lord Byron
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Oh, 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 two-and-twentyAre worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Lord Byron
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The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.
Lord Byron
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Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
Lord Byron
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How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.
Lord Byron
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If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
Lord Byron
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Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.
Lord Byron
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O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
Lord Byron
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Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.
Lord Byron
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean.
Lord Byron
