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• Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Lara, Canto i, Stanza 2
• A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Dream, Stanza 3
• In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Stanzas to Augusta...
• No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto iii, Stanza 22...
• He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 5...
• Yet in my lineaments they trace Some features of my father's face.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Parisina, Stanza 13...
• Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 1...
• In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 212...
• My native land, good night!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 13...