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More Quotes by Lord Byron
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Life is too short for chess.
Happiness was born a twin.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
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. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
There is no instinct like that of the heart.