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More Quotes by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
To have joy, one must share it.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
The devil was the first democrat