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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.
Lord Byron
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Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Lord Byron
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I learned to love despair.
Lord Byron
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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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'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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Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
Lord Byron
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Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.
Lord Byron
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There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Lord Byron
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Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.
Lord Byron
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Fame is the thirst of youth.
Lord Byron
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Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Lord Byron
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I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.
Lord Byron
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Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.
Lord Byron
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But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.
Lord Byron
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Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.
Lord Byron
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I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one. It is a title dearly enough bought by most men, to render it endurable, even when not quite clearly made out, which it never can be till the Posterity, whose decisions are merely dreams to ourselves, has sanctioned or denied it, while it can touch us no further.
Lord Byron
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Absence - that common cure of love.
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
Lord Byron
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Critics are already made.
Lord Byron
