Lord Byron Quotes
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Though the day of my Destiny's over,And the star of my Fate hath declined,Thy soft heart refused to discoverThe faults which so many could find.
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Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
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'Bring forth the horse!' - the horse was brought;In truth, he was a noble steed,A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,Who look'd as though the speed of thoughtWere in his limbs.
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Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
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Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.
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My boat is on the shore,And my bark is on the sea;But, before I go, Tom Moore.Here's a double health to thee!
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The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.
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Were't the last drop in the well,As I gasp'd upon the brink,Ere my fainting spirit fell'T is to thee that I would drink.
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The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
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I'll publish right or wrong:Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.
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Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.
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A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven,Or drawing from the no less kindled earthFreedom and peace to that which boasts his birth;While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'erShall sink while there's an echo left to air.
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For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
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There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
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Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
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By thy cold breast and serpent smile,By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,By that most seeming virtuous eye,By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;By the perfection of thine artWhich pass'd for human thine own heart;By thy delight in others' pain,And by thy brotherhood of Cain,I call upon thee! and compelThyself to be thy proper Hell!
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Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.
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I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
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Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.
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The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.