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• 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....
• 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?...
• Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 1...
• The women pardon'd all except her face.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 113...
• 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....
• Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep
  There, swan-like, let me sing and die....
• Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 108...
• And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but The truth in masquerade.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xi, Stanza 37...
• In her first passion woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 3...