Lord Byron Quotes
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My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.
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The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
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No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
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Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister.
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Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
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And both were young, and one was beautiful.
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Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
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But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life, Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse. Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
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Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.
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Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
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Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
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Lord of himself,-that heritage of woe!
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I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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With just enough of learning to misquote.
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I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.
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The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
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Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease!He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
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Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
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The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
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And hold up to the sun my little taper.
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Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.
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This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
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O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, 22Survey our empire, and behold our home!These are our realms, no limit to their sway,-Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
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By all that's good and glorious.