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Lord of himself that heritage of woe!
Lord Byron
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Lord Byron
Age: 36 †
Born: 1788
Born: January 22
Died: 1824
Died: April 19
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And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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I only know we loved in vain I only feel-farewell! farewell!
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Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
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I loved my country, and I hated him.
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There is, in fact, no law or government at all and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.
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Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
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Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
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