Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 326
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 326
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- Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line... - With just enough of learning to misquote.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line... - I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch... - T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book 's a book,
although there 's nothing in 't. -- Lord Byron (1788... - So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd... - As soon
Seek roses in December, ice in June;
Hope constancy in wind,
or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or... - Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,
And decorate the verse herself inspires:
This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-- Though... - The best of prophets of the future is the past.
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Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Letter, Jan. 28,... - Goodnight
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