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I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.
Lord Byron -
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.
Lord Byron
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They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first – they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all – The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.
Lord Byron -
Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.
Lord Byron -
And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.
Lord Byron -
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.
Lord Byron -
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 -
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.
Lord Byron
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I live,But live to die: and, living, see no thingTo make death hateful, save an innate clinging,A loathsome and yet all invincibleInstinct of life, which I abhor, as IDespise myself, yet cannot overcome-And so I live. Would I had never lived!
Lord Byron -
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 -
Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.
Lord Byron -
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Lord Byron -
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
Lord Byron -
Armenian is the language to speak with God.
Lord Byron
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Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Lord Byron -
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Lord Byron -
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;... Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!
Lord Byron -
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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They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
Lord Byron -
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
Lord Byron
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Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it.
Lord Byron -
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
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It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
Lord Byron -
The power of thought,-the magic of the mind!
Lord Byron