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.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 26.
Contributed by: Zaady
Let us have Wine and Women, Mirth and Laughter Sermons and soda-water the day after.
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.
Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 102.
I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 2.
And there was mounting in hot haste.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 25.
The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
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