The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 6.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls-the world."
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 145.
There's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion.
Source: Don Juan
They never fail who die in a great cause.
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2.
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 29.
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