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• 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...
• The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 957...
• 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....
• He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled
  The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers....
• She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory!
  Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire....