Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2.
Contributed by: Zaady
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 82.
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 98.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Source: Hours of Idleness. L’Amitié
The starry Galileo with his woes.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 54.
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found . . . A mode of proving that the earth turnd round In a most natural whirl, called gravitation; And thus is the sole mortal who could grapple Since Adam, with a fall or with an apple.
All human history attests That happiness for man, the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
Source: The Island
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 32.
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