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Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
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Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Lord Byron
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History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
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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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It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
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Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
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Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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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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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.
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We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
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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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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
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There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Lord Byron
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Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
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There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
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Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
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What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
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I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.
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There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron
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To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.
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Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
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Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
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That which I am, I am; I did not seekFor life, nor did I make myself.
Lord Byron