I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113.
Contributed by: Zaady
Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 120.
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam.
Source: The Corsair, canto i. stanza 1.
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Source: Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer.
Fills The air around with beauty.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 49.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6.
For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 27.
The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 69.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
Source: When we Two parted.
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