Lord Byron
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A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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On with the dance! Let joy be undefined!
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In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
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Opinions are made to be changed - or how is the truth to be got at.
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Italia! Oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty
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Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication.
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What is hope? nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
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I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
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Society is now one polished horde, --- Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
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Sweet is revenge - especially to women.
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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
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What men call gallantry and gods adultery Is much more common where the climate's sultry.
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Goodnight
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With just enough of learning to misquote.
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For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause for breath,
And love itself have rest.
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How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.
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Oh! too convincing - dangerously dear - In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
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And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
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[Poetry] is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
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But words are things; and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.