Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Contributed by: Zaady
I am ashes where once I was fire.
Source: To the Countess of Blessington
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Source: Childe Harold
With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.
All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 47.
The Ariosto of the North.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 40.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 88.
There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 141.
Battle's magnificently stern array.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 28.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue," As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Source: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 110.
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