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Lord Byron
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“But now at thirty years my hair is gray–– (I wonder what it will be like at forty? I thought of a peruke the other day) My heart is not much greener; and, in short, I Have squander'd my whole summer while 'twas May, And feel no more the spirit to retort; I Have spent my life, both interest and principal, And deem not, what I deem'd my soul invincible.”
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“What is the end of fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour; For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.”
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“Both were so young, and one so innocent, That bathing pass'd for nothing; Juan seem'd To her, as 'twere, the kind of being sent, Of whom these two years she had nightly dream'd, A something to be loved, a creature meant To be her happiness, and whom she deem'd To render happy; all who joy would win Must share it,––Happiness was born a twin.”
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“It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny — and it has been bitter — whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.”
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Recorded in: From the Letters of Lord Byron (2 January 1817), p. 6.
“[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.”
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Recorded in: To Mr. Moore", From the Letters of Lord Byron, 5 December 1816, p. 12.
“As for me, by the blessing of indifference, I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments”
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“Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! Away; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress; Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou—who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.”
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“Titan! to thee the strife was given Between the suffering and the will, Which torture where they cannot kill; And the inexorable Heaven, And the deaf tyranny of Fate, The ruling principle of Hate, Which for its pleasure doth create The things it may annihilate, Refused thee even the boon to die: The wretched gift eternity Was thine — and thou hast borne it well. All that the Thunderer wrung from thee Was but the menace which flung back On him the torments of thy rack; The fate thou didst so well foresee, But would not to appease him tell; And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled.”
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“Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness, And strengthen Man with his own mind; But baffled as thou wert from high, Still in thy patient energy, In the endurance, and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit: Thou art a symbol and a sign To Mortals of their fate and force; Like thee, Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source; And Man in portions can foresee His own funereal destiny; His wretchedness, and his resistance, And his sad unallied existence: To which his Spirit may oppose Itself — and equal to all woes, And a firm will, and a deep sense, Which even in torture can decry Its own concenter'd recompense, Triumphant where it dares defy, And making Death a Victory.”
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“To be thus— Grey-hair'd with anguish, like these blasted pines, Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless, A blighted trunk upon a cursed root, Which but supplies a feeling to decay— And to be thus, eternally but thus, Having been otherwise! Now furrow'd o'er With wrinkles, plough'd by moments, not by years And hours—all tortured into ages—hours Which I outlive!—Ye toppling crags of ice! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict; but ye pass, And only fall on things that still would live.”
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“When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.”
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“Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.”
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“'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't.”
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“As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that 's false, before You trust in critics.”
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“Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!”
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“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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“Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.”
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“If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.”
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“Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.”
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“Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.”
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“Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.”
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“Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue.”
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“My native land, good night!”
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“O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.”
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“In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.”
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“By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.”
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“Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.”
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“War, war is still the cry,--"war even to the knife!”
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“Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.”
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“A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!”
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“Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.”
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“The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.”
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“Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?”
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“None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.”
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“But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.”
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“Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel.”
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“Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!”
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“Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?”
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“A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust.”
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“Land of lost gods and godlike men.”
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“Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.”
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“Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.”
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“Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.”
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“Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.”
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“I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.”
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“He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.”
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“Years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb, And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.”
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“There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell.”
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“But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?--No! 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.”
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“He rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting fell.”
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