Lord Byron Quotes
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If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
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For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.
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Whate'erI may have been, or am, doth rest betweenHeaven and myself; I shall not choose a mortalTo be my mediator.
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Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
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'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
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Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.
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Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!
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Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
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The dew of compassion is a tear.
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Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
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When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half brokenhearted,To sever for years.
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Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
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But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
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I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.
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The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
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Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
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Eternity forbids thee to forget.
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I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I have the right and liberty to draw.
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Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
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Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
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I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
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Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
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That which I am, I am; I did not seekFor life, nor did I make myself.