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• Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 9...
• Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,-- A sound which makes us linge
  yet--farewell! -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 186...
• The power of thought,--the magic of the mind!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 8...
• The many still must labour for the one.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 8...
• There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 9...
• She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 3...
• Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 1...
• He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto iii, Stanza 24...
• 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...