Lord Byron
- Actions are our epochs.
- He who surpasses or subsdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.
- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
- Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than low-songs on the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, I told you so.
- A man must take his time for any trade,
Save censure, critics all are ready-made.
- With just enough of learning to misquote.
- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 66
- Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
- Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
- Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 9
- The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
- Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 6
- Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
- Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 23
- Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
- Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 73
- A thousand years scarce serve to form a state:
An hour may lay it in the dust.
- Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 84
- Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
- Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 1
- My native land, good night!
- Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 13
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