Lord Byron Quotes
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Sweet is revenge-especially to women.
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Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
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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.
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The French courage proceeds from vanity...
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Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
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Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.
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What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?
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Damn description, it is always disgusting.
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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.
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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.
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Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
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War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
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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.
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Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
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America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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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.
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Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
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Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.
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'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
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There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
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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.
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The power of thought,-the magic of the mind!
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!