Lord Byron Quotes
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Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
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Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
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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.
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He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
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Damn description, it is always disgusting.
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...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
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Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
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What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
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The French courage proceeds from vanity...
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I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
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We of the craft are all crazy.
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In solitude, where we are least alone.
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Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
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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.
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I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
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Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
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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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Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
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The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
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The best prophet of the future is the past.
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The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
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The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
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Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.
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Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.