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Lord Byron
Age: 36 †
Born: 1788
Born: January 22
Died: 1824
Died: April 19
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If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
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Frienship is eros...without wings
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Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
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If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
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Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
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Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
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The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
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What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
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Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?
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Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
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Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.
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Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
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All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99
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If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
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Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
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This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
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Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
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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.
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If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
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With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses - the wild - the free - Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.
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