All is concentr'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 89.
Contributed by: Zaady
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.
Source: Don Juan
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 26.
Let us have Wine and Women, Mirth and Laughter Sermons and soda-water the day after.
With just enough of learning to misquote.
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 66.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2.
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.
There is a rapture on the lonely shore . . . By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 79.
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