• The petrifactions of a plodding brain.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers.
Contributed by: Zaady
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 85.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 42.
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
There is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Source: 1811, in San Francisco Chronicle
By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 71.
"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
There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if we have ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.
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