The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 69.
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When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
Source: When we Two parted.
What men call gallantry and gods adultery, Is much more common where the climate's sultry.
Source: Don Juan
What say you to such a supper with such a woman?
Source: Note to a Second Letter on Bowles.
Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 23.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 6.
Words are things, and a small drop if ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
The great art of life is the sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 84.
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839.
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