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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
Let joy be unconfined.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Friendship is Love without his wings!