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Lord Byron
Age: 36 †
Born: 1788
Born: January 22
Died: 1824
Died: April 19
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Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
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Retirement accords with the tone of my mind I will not descend to a world I despise.
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I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
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Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
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To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.
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Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
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To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
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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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Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.
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And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!
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I hate all pain, Given or received we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.
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Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
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Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.
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I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
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No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
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Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
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We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
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Life is too short for chess.
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Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of the Humane Society's beginning, By which men are unsuffocated gratis: What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.
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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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