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• The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 2...
• Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?
  an echo answers, "Where? -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 27...
• Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime
  Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?...
• He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
• The light of love, The mind, the music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,-- And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 6...
• Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
• Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 1...
• All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 47...
• Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
  Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess The might, the majesty of loveliness?...