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• He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 20...
• 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...
• Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all save the spirit of man is divine?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 1...
• 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...
• 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?...
• 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?...
• All is concentr'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 89...
• In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 20...