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• There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 19...
• In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 20...
• I see before me the gladiator lie.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 140...
• My native land, good night!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 13...
• Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 10...
• Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 9...
• Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 13...
• By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 40...
• Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, stanza 5...