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I learned to love despair.
Lord Byron
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Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
Lord Byron
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But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.
Lord Byron
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'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
Lord Byron
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What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?
Lord Byron
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America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Lord Byron
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A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
Lord Byron
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War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
Lord Byron
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There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.
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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Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
Lord Byron
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Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Lord Byron
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Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Lord Byron
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'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Lord Byron
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O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.
Lord Byron
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It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
Lord Byron
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Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Lord Byron
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The French courage proceeds from vanity...
Lord Byron
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He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Lord Byron
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Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Lord Byron
