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• The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
  . . . . . Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set....
• Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead!
  Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae....
• In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 17...
• The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea
  And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free....
• Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 108...
• Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 12...
• You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
  Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?...
• Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 12...
• 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...