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 ‘Tis strange but true; for truth is always strange–
Stranger than fiction.
| Lord Byron | 
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’Tis sweet to hear the watchdog’s honest bark
Bay deep mouth of welcome as we draw near home. | Lord Byron |
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A drop of ink may make a million think. | Lord Byron |
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A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love. | Lord Byron |
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Ah! Happy years! Once more who would not be a boy! | Lord Byron |
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Alas! Our young affections run to waste,
Or water but the desert. | Lord Byron |
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Dark tree, still sad when others grief is fled,
The only constant mourner o’er the dead! | Lord Byron |
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For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light. | Lord Byron |
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I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse – borne away with every breath ! | Lord Byron |
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I awoke one morning and found myself famous. | Lord Byron |
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If I laugh at any mortal thing,
‘Tis that I may not weep. | Lord Byron |
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On with the dance! let joy be unconfin’d;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet. | Lord Byron |
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Roll on, thou deep and dark – blue Ocean, roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man makes the earth with ruin, his control
Stops with the shore; … | Lord Byron |
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Smiles form the channels of a future tear. | Lord Byron |
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So bright the tear in Beauty’s eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry. | Lord Byron |
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