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• Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 969...
• Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 106...
• The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 1099...
• For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 123...
• I die,--but first I have possess'd, And come what may, I have been bless'd.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 1114...
• Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 120...
• 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...
• And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their ow
  And every woe a tear can claim, Except an erring sister's shame....
• Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
  So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there....