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• The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
  . . . . . Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set....
• The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea
  And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free....
• Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep
  There, swan-like, let me sing and die....
• Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 108...
• Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto vi, Stanza 7...
• You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
  Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?...
• The languages, especially the dead, The sciences, and most of all the abstruse, The arts, at least all such as could be said To be the most remote from common use.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 40...
• He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 41...
• T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xi, Stanza 59...