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The power of thought,-the magic of the mind!
Lord Byron
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Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?
Lord Byron
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I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.
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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What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
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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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Lord Byron
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A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
Lord Byron
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Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Lord Byron
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And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
Lord Byron
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It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Lord Byron
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Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.
Lord Byron
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And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Lord Byron
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For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
Lord Byron
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Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
Lord Byron
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'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.
Lord Byron
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O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.
Lord Byron
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A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Lord Byron
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Good but rarely came from good advice.
Lord Byron
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
Lord Byron
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Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.
Lord Byron
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Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
Lord Byron
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It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, - there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion.
Lord Byron
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In solitude, where we are least alone.
Lord Byron
