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
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 40.
Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 13.
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so."
Source: Don Juan
The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 24.
Good but rarely comes from good advice.
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115.
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