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Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!
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.
Lord Byron
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The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game.
Lord Byron
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If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
Lord Byron
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How my soul hates This language, Which makes life itself a lie,Flattering dust with eternity.
Lord Byron
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Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!
Lord Byron
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Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.
Lord Byron
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Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.
Lord Byron
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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!
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
Lord Byron
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Fare thee well! and if forever,Still forever, fare thee well:Even though unforgiving, never'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
Lord Byron
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Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.
Lord Byron
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He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
Lord Byron
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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
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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Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.
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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For all we know that English people are/ Fed upon beef - I won't say much of beer/ Because 'tis liquor only, and being far/ From this my subject, has no business here;/ We know too, they are very fond of war,/ A pleasure - like all pleasures - rather dear;/ So were the Cretans - from which I infer/ That beef and battle both were owing her.
Lord Byron
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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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Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
Lord Byron
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Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Lord Byron
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Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain.
Lord Byron
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No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
Lord Byron
