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When all of genius which can perish dies.
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A man must serve his time to every tradeSave censure - critics are ready-made.
Lord Byron
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Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.
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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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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!
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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.
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Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses - that man your navy, and recruit your army - that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.
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I am not now That which I have been.
Lord Byron
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Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!
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A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.
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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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What say you to such a supper with such a woman?
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Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
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How my soul hates This language, Which makes life itself a lie,Flattering dust with eternity.
Lord Byron
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Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.
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Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
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I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
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And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.
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What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.
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Oh, God! it is a fearful thingTo see the human soul take wingIn any shape, in any mood.
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.
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Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.
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This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
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I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Lord Byron