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Hark! to the hurried question of despair: 'Where is my child?'-an echo answers, 'Where?'
Lord Byron -
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.
Lord Byron
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The best of prophets of the future is the past.
Lord Byron -
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?It doth; but actions are our epochs: mineHave made my days and nights imperishableEndless, and all alike, as sands on the shoreInnumerable atoms; and one desertBarren and cold, on which the wild waves break,But nothing rests, save carcases and wrecks,Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.
Lord Byron -
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
Lord Byron -
I see before me the gladiator lie.
Lord Byron -
Shrine of the mighty! can it beThat this is all remains of thee?
Lord Byron -
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.
Lord Byron
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Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
Lord Byron -
He left a corsair's name to other times,Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
Lord Byron -
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?
Lord Byron -
'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow,And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low:So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,No more through rolling clouds to soar again,View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Lord Byron -
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Lord Byron -
Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the Great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? Yes - one - the first - the last - the best - The Cincinnatus of the West,Whom envy dared not hate,Bequeath'd the name of Washington,To make man blush there was but one!
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 -
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!
Lord Byron -
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;The days of our youth are the days of our glory;And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twentyAre worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Lord Byron -
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship.
Lord Byron -
So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
Lord Byron -
'Tis pleasure, sure, to see one's name in print;A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
Lord Byron
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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Lord Byron -
When all of genius which can perish dies.
Lord Byron -
I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!
Lord Byron -
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!
Lord Byron