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A man must serve his time to every trade
Save censure--critics all are ready made.
Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote,
With just enough of learning to misquote;
A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault;
A turn for punning, call it Attic salt;
To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet,
His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet;
Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit;
Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit;
Care not for feeling--pass your proper jest,
And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
Criticism
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (l. 63)
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
Pleasure
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 178)
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Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were;
First in the race that led to glory's goal,
They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
Athens
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 2)
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Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madded to crime?
Greece
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: The Bride of Abydos (canto I)
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Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were;
First in the race that led to glory's goal,
They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
Greece
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 2)
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The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
Where grew the arts of war and peace,--
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.
Greece
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Don Juan (canto III, st. 86)
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A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;
A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
On a fool's head--and there is London Town.
London
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Don Juan (canto X, st. 82)
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The castled crag of Drachenfels,
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly swells
Between the banks which bear the vine,
And hills all rich with blossom'd trees,
And fields which promise corn and wine,
And scatter'd cities crowning these,
Whose far white walls along them shine.
Rhine river
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 55)
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I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand;
I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times, when many a subject land
Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Venice
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 1)
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In Venice, Tass's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
And music meets not always now the ear.
Venice
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 3)
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This is the way that physicians mend or end us,
Secundum artem: but although we sneer
In health--when ill, we call them to attend us,
Without the least propensity to jeer.
Medicine
Quotes, by Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) , Source: Don Juan (canto X, st. 42)
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