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By all that's good and glorious.
Lord Byron
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What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Lord Byron
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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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And to his eyeThere was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
Lord Byron
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But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfitTo sink or soar.
Lord Byron
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Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Lord Byron
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The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
Lord Byron
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Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?
Lord Byron
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Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
Lord Byron
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So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.
Lord Byron
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There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
Lord Byron
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He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
Lord Byron
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My hair is grey, but not with years,Nor grew it whiteIn a single night,As men's have grown from sudden fears.
Lord Byron
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He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
Lord Byron
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I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.
Lord Byron
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I see before me the gladiator lie.
Lord Byron
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For most men (till by losing rendered sager)Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.
Lord Byron
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Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease!He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
Lord Byron
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He left a corsair's name to other times,Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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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
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Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
Lord Byron
