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• The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 1099...
• Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 969...
• And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their ow
  And every woe a tear can claim, Except an erring sister's shame....
• 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...
• 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...
• 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...
• When all of genius which can perish dies.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 22...
• Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
  So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there....
• 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....