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• Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Dream, Stanza 4...
• And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Dream, Stanza 2...
• She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Dream, Stanza 2...
• A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Dream, Stanza 3
• There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mothe
  he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!...
• Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Lara, Canto i, Stanza 2
• Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 12...
• Arcades ambo,"--id est, blackguards both.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 93...