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Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
By Lord Byron
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe - you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
By Lord Byron
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
By Lord Byron
In general I do not draw well with literary men / not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.
By Lord Byron
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
By Lord Byron
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
By Lord Byron
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
By Lord Byron
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
By Lord Byron
How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm I thank thee, night for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.
By Lord Byron
How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.
By Lord Byron