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• He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
• Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?
  an echo answers, "Where? -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 27...
• Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all save the spirit of man is divine?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 1...
• Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
• The light of love, The mind, the music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,-- And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 6...
• A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime
  Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?...
• Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...