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I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
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I die - but first I have possessed,And come what may, I have been blessed.
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The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.
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Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.
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Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.
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Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so.
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Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.
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Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
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But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
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There be none of Beauty's daughtersWith a magic like thee;And like music on the watersIs thy sweet voice to me.
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That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
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The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.
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I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
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In the desert a fountain is springing,In the wide waste there still is a tree,And a bird in the solitude singing,Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
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Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
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For freedom's battle, once begun,Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,Though baffled oft, is ever won.
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Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.
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Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;They crowned him long ago,On a throne of rocks - in a robe of clouds –With a Diadem of Snow.
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I loved my country, and I hated him.
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No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Lord Byron