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• The many still must labour for the one.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 8...
• Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe
  Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly when daring in full dre...
• There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 19...
• 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...
• A long, long kiss,--a kiss of youth and love.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 186...
• A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 28...
• Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...