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The very best of vineyards is the cellar.
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I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.
Lord Byron
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If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
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But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
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With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses - the wild - the free - Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.
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There is pleasure in the pathless woods.
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I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
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'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Lord Byron
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I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
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Happiness was born a twin.
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In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.
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I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
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Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
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Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
Lord Byron
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Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
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Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
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From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
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For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
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The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.
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Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Lord Byron
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But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
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Seek out - less often sought than found -A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;Then look around and choose thy Ground,And take thy Rest.
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A drop of ink may make a million think.
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By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
Lord Byron