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• Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 9...
• The many still must labour for the one.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 8...
• The power of thought,--the magic of the mind!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 8...
• Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 1...
• Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,--howe'er We promise, hope, believe,--there breathes despair.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 15...
• She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 3...
• Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 107...
• He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto iii, Stanza 24...
• Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 9...