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• That all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 49...
• There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
  A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell....
• No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto iii, Stanza 22...
• All human history attests That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!
  Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner....
• All tragedies are finished by death; all comedies are ended by a marriage. -- Lord Byro
• O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 78...
• The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 6...
• I had a dream which was not all a dream. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Darkne
• Goodnight -- Lord Byro