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Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
Lord Byron
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And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
Lord Byron
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The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.
Lord Byron
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The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.
Lord Byron
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A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.
Lord Byron
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A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
Lord Byron
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Who then will explain the explanation?
Lord Byron
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Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.
Lord Byron
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It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
Lord Byron
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A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.
Lord Byron
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I only know we loved in vain;I only feel - farewell! farewell!
Lord Byron
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I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
Lord Byron
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Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
Lord Byron
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There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Lord Byron
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A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Lord Byron
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This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
Lord Byron
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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
Lord Byron
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The best of prophets of the future is the past.
Lord Byron
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But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord Byron
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I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Lord Byron
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I die - but first I have possessed,And come what may, I have been blessed.
Lord Byron
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A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.
Lord Byron
