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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Lord Byron
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Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!
Lord Byron
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Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.
Lord Byron
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He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
Lord Byron
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Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end.
Lord Byron
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Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
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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It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.
Lord Byron
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Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Lord Byron
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By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
Lord Byron
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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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So much alarmed that she is quite alarming...
Lord Byron
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The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Lord Byron
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Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Lord Byron
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Sweet is revenge-especially to women.
Lord Byron
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Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main – spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Lord Byron
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One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.
Lord Byron
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Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipeWhen tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caressMore dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by farThy naked beauties-give me a cigar!
Lord Byron
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Damn description, it is always disgusting.
Lord Byron
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Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
Lord Byron
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There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.
Lord Byron
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Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.
Lord Byron
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What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
Lord Byron
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What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?
Lord Byron
