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In secret we metIn silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee?With silence and tears.
Lord Byron
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Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
Lord Byron
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Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
Lord Byron
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Who killed John Keats?'I,' says the Quarterly,So savage and Tartarly;''Twas one of my feats.'
Lord Byron
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Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.
Lord Byron
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The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August.
Lord Byron
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Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Lord Byron
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There be none of Beauty's daughtersWith a magic like thee;And like music on the watersIs thy sweet voice to me.
Lord Byron
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Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtleAre emblems of deeds that are done in their clime?Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
Lord Byron
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Think not I am what I appear.
Lord Byron
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The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the Night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Lord Byron
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Self praise is no praise at all.
Lord Byron
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If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
Lord Byron
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My boat is on the shore,And my bark is on the sea;But, before I go, Tom Moore.Here's a double health to thee!
Lord Byron
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The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, 19The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,- And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
Lord Byron
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Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.
Lord Byron
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We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?
Lord Byron
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Send me no more reviews of any kind. - I will read no more of evil or good in that line. - Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years.
Lord Byron
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A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
Lord Byron
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I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.
Lord Byron
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He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.
Lord Byron
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Hands promiscuously applied,Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
Lord Byron
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Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
Lord Byron
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And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
Lord Byron
