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Lord Byron
Age: 36 †
Born: 1788
Born: January 22
Died: 1824
Died: April 19
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Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
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The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.
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Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
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In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
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When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove - The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
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Despair and Genius are too oft connected
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Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
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I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels make air instead of sea voyages and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.
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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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Many are poets, but without the nameFor what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain
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Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.
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Hatred is the madness of the heart.
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The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!
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Happiness was born a twin.
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Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
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Friendship is Love without his wings!
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Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
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My altars are the mountains and the ocean.
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There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
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