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Fills The air around with beauty.
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.
Lord Byron
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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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Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.
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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I am ashes where once I was fire.
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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Critics are already made.
Lord Byron
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So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Lord Byron
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The poetry of speech.
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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We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Lord Byron
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Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
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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Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
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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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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Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.
Lord Byron
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I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.
Lord Byron
