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• My native land, good night!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 13...
• Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 13...
• It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard
  It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word....
• Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 1...
• In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 212...
• O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 78...
• The careful pilot of my proper woe. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Epistle to Augusta, Stanza 3
• A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Dream, Stanza 3
• 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...