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• 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...
• Faith is the soul going out of itself for all its wants. -- Bosto
• Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 115...
• Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 45...
• Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow lea
  Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn....
• Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead!
  Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae....
• 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...
• The all-softening overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul, -- the dinner bell. -- Lord Byro
• Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart.
  And they both take practice. -- Nora Robe...