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• No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto iii, Stanza 22...
• And puts himself upon his good behaviour.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 47...
• A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 61...
• And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 117...
• Brave men were living before Agamemnon. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 5
• My native land, good night!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 13...