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• 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...
• He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
• The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, 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?...
• 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...
• Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 9...
• In solitude, where we are least alone.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 90...
• The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 115...