Tag: Lord Byron
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This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
Lord Byron
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There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Lord Byron
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What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
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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One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I’ll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
Lord Byron
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It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.
Lord Byron
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Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
Lord Byron
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Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
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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Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Lord Byron