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Land of lost gods and godlike men.
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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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Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.
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Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
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Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
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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 -
The French courage proceeds from vanity...
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Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
Lord Byron
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And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!
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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.
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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 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
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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.
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I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.
Lord Byron
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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
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Damn description, it is always disgusting.
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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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That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
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I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Lord Byron
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The poetry of speech.
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We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
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Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
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Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Lord Byron