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Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.
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Farewell! if ever fondest prayerFor other's weal avail'd on high,Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Lord Byron
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The best of prophets of the future is the past.
Lord Byron -
Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer.
Lord Byron -
What's drinking?A mere pause from thinking!
Lord Byron -
I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.
Lord Byron -
BecauseHe is all-powerful, must all-good, too, follow?I judge but by the fruits-and they are bitter-Which I must feed on for a fault not mine.
Lord Byron -
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.
Lord Byron
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The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
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 -
The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
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'Tis pleasure, sure, to see one's name in print;A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
Lord Byron -
He left a corsair's name to other times,Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
Lord Byron -
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.
Lord Byron
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A light broke in upon my brain, -It was the carol of a bird;It ceased, and then it came again,The sweetest song ear ever heard.
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'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.
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When all of genius which can perish dies.
Lord Byron -
And to his eyeThere was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
Lord Byron -
Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.
Lord Byron -
A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.
Lord Byron
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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!
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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!
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She was a form of life and lightThat seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fireWith angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire.
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I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
Lord Byron