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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.
Lord Byron
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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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He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
Lord Byron
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When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past-For years fleet away with the wings of the dove- The dearest remembrance will still be the last,Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
Lord Byron
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What say you to such a supper with such a woman?
Lord Byron
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This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
Lord Byron
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So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.
Lord Byron
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O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
Lord Byron
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What's drinking?A mere pause from thinking!
Lord Byron
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The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.
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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Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.
Lord Byron
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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
Lord Byron
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He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Lord Byron
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Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.
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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For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
Lord Byron
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So, we'll go no more a rovingSo late into the night,Though the heart be still as loving,And the moon be still as bright.
Lord Byron
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I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.
Lord Byron
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And then he danced,-all foreigners excel the serious Angels in the eloquence of pantomime;-he danced, I say, right well, with emphasis, and a'so with good sense-a thing in footing indispensable: he danced without theatrical pretence, not like a ballet-master in the van of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.
Lord Byron
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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.
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
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The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Lord Byron
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The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
Lord Byron
