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• Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 106...
• The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 1099...
• I die,--but first I have possess'd, And come what may, I have been bless'd.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 1114...
• Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 969...
• The dew of compassion is a tear. -- Lord Byro
• For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 123...
• The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 957...
• He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled
  The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers....
• The great object is, that every man be armed. [...] Every one who is able may have a gun.
  -- Patrick Henry, speech of June 14 1788...