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• Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Island, Canto ii, Stanza 19...
• Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 98...
• And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward
  from a boy. I wantoned with thy breakers, . ....
• Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 2...
• Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 23...
• Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so,-- Not for thy faults, but mine.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 77...
• Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more!
  hough fallen, great!...
• There 's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 34...
• In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 212...