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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...
• Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 969...
• The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 1099...
• 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....
• Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iv, Line 451...
• 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....