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• Alas, the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 199...
• O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 78...
• And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'T is that I may not weep.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 4...
• This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 85...
• The many still must labour for the one.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 8...
• The power of thought,--the magic of the mind!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 8...
• O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 15...
• The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 6...
• The precious porcelain of human clay. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 11